In the front hall, once the topic of Eris faded, everyone naturally returned to discussing the earlier battle.
"I honestly didn't expect you to be able to use an axe," the King of Conquerors said, looking at Gilgamesh with clear surprise.
It was as if he had just witnessed something completely unbelievable.
Gilgamesh let out a cold snort.
His handsome face carried a mix of disdain and pride as he glanced at him.
"As the King of Heroes, there is nothing I cannot master. A mere axe is nothing. Any weapon in this world can be wielded effortlessly once it is in my hands."
He leaned back slightly, his tone full of arrogance.
"Of course, someone like you wouldn't understand. Not everyone can comprehend my greatness."
The King of Conquerors scratched his head, then laughed.
"Well, considering how many strange treasures you have, I guess that's not too surprising."
"That is only natural," Gilgamesh replied, clearly pleased. "As the King of Kings, all treasures in this world belong to me. They all rest within my treasury. That is a level you will never reach."
He paused, a faint smile forming at the corner of his lips.
"Even the Holy Grail you once fought over…"
He stopped there on purpose.
By now, everyone's attention had shifted to him.
The Holy Grail had already been mentioned before. A mysterious artifact said to grant any wish.
Saitama, Ainz, and Rimuru had all heard about it back then.
And now, hearing Gilgamesh bring it up again, their curiosity was instantly piqued.
"Don't tell me… you actually have one?" the King of Conquerors asked, visibly shocked.
Given his massive build, the expression looked almost comical.
Even El-Melloi II, who had remained calm until now, frowned slightly and fixed his gaze on Gilgamesh.
"Hmph. Of course."
After enjoying their reactions, Gilgamesh reached into the Gate of Babylon and took out a golden cup.
It shone brilliantly, overflowing with magical energy.
With complete indifference, he placed the so-called Holy Grail onto the table.
Everyone stared at it.
"This thing can really grant wishes?" the King of Conquerors asked, frowning slightly.
He didn't feel the overwhelming presence he had expected.
If it truly could grant any wish, shouldn't it feel… more extraordinary?
"Doesn't seem like it," Rimuru said.
"There is power inside it, but not to the extent I imagined," Ainz added.
"…Looks expensive," Saitama concluded.
El-Melloi II remained silent, simply staring at the Grail.
"Grant wishes?" Gilgamesh suddenly laughed. "You actually believed that?"
His voice was filled with pure disdain.
Both the King of Conquerors and El-Melloi II were taken aback.
A few seconds passed before the King of Conquerors let out a helpless sigh.
"Figures. Something like that was never reliable."
There was no anger in his voice, only acceptance.
"Excellent. Just as I expected from someone I acknowledge," Gilgamesh said with a satisfied grin.
"Hmph. Looks like I'll have to properly investigate this Holy Grail War," El-Melloi II said coldly.
Gilgamesh turned his gaze toward him.
"Why not ask me? If you do, I may choose to tell you the truth."
His tone was lofty, almost as if he were granting a favor.
El-Melloi II met his gaze directly, completely different from the man he once was.
"I'll find the truth myself. Even if I need help, I won't beg you for answers."
"…Good. I approve." Gilgamesh smiled, clearly pleased.
"Wow… so you really do have a Holy Grail," Rimuru said, still amazed.
"Hmph. Of course. Every treasure in this world belongs to me. The Grail is no exception."
"If the people who fought for it knew this, they'd probably collapse," Rimuru muttered.
Gilgamesh didn't even blink.
"I couldn't care less."
The discussion continued, led mostly by Gilgamesh and the King of Conquerors.
Even Ainz and Rimuru had set aside their game, completely drawn in.
Moments like this, where hidden truths came out, were rare.
At that moment, Kamisaka Yuto returned from the kitchen with a bowl of tangyuan.
He walked over quietly and placed it in front of a certain gloomy goddess.
Tap.
The soft sound of porcelain meeting the table made Hestia look up in confusion.
Yuto let out a small sigh.
"What's wrong? Where did that lively, cheerful goddess go?"
He leaned down slightly, his voice teasing but gentle.
Hestia's lips twitched.
"Hmph. Now you remember to call me 'Goddess,' huh? Weren't you looking down on me earlier?"
"When did I do that?" Yuto raised an eyebrow, feigning confusion.
"You kept giving me that look while talking to Eris! That totally counts!"
Yuto chuckled.
"So that's why you're upset?"
Hestia's cheeks turned a little red.
"If that's the case… should I apologize, Goddess?"
He lightly flicked her forehead.
Bonk.
Hestia immediately glared at him like an angry cat.
But after a moment, she lowered her head again.
"…Kamisaka… am I really that bad of a goddess?"
She looked at him, her eyes already starting to glisten.
Yuto sighed inwardly.
'I really want to call her a dumb goddess… but she'd probably break down on the spot.'
"Why would you think that?" he asked gently.
"Eris was only here for a little while, but everyone liked her so much… I'm jealous."
She clenched her hands slightly.
"If I were more like her… maybe I wouldn't have a hard time looking for a familia members."
Compared to Eris… she felt like she didn't resemble a goddess at all!
Those thoughts had been buried for a long time.
Tonight, seeing Eris had brought them all back.
The loneliness, the mockery from other gods, the repeated failures…
Sleeping alone in that run-down church, she had asked herself countless times—
Why was her life like this?
And now, she thought she had her answer.
Maybe… it was because she was a bad goddess to begin with.
Bonk.
Yuto flicked her forehead again.
Her emotions shattered instantly!
"Hey! What was that for?!" she snapped, glaring at him.
"Dumb goddess," he said calmly. "You're seriously worrying about something like that?"
"That's a perfectly normal thing to worry about!" Hestia shot back.
"No, it's not. At least, not for you." Yuto shook his head with a small smile on his face.
For some reason, that smile helped her calm down.
"Look around you," he said.
Hestia turned her head.
Sakura was looking at her, her eyes full of warmth and encouragement.
"…Sakura…"
She gently reached out and touched the girl's cheek.
Finally, something clicked in her.
"If you were really a bad goddess, would Sakura choose to stay with you?" Yuto said quietly.
"And would I have trusted you enough to let her go with you?"
He met her eyes seriously.
"Hestia, it's because you're a good goddess that Sakura chose you."
For a moment, something stirred deep inside her.
"Really…? But so many gods used to laugh at me…"
"No," Yuto said, shaking his head.
"They just never tried to understand you."
He looked at her seriously.
"You're actually pretty amazing."
Hestia froze, unable to respond to that.
Yuto glanced at Sakura.
"Sakura, do you think Hestia is a good goddess?"
Sakura nodded without hesitation and hugged Hestia tightly.
"Goddess-oneesama is the best!"
There wasn't a trace of doubt in her voice.
Then Yuto turned toward the others.
"So? What do you all think of Hestia as a goddess?"
Hestia immediately lowered her head like an ostrich, too embarrassed to look up!
"She stands up for her familia. That's a great goddess," the King of Conquerors said.
"She's really kind," Rimuru added.
"Yeah," Saitama said.
"Agreed," Ainz followed.
After hearing their answer, Hestia slowly lifted her head as she looked at Yuto.
"See?" he said with a smile. "No one here thinks you're a bad goddess. So why doubt yourself?"
"You're you. Eris is Eris. There's no need to compare yourself with others."
He paused, then smirked slightly.
"Even if you are a bit dumb, a bit clumsy, and cry way too easily… now that i think about it.. yeah, you're definitely not as refined as Eris."
Bonk.
Another flick to her forehead.
"But if I had to choose, I'd still rather spend time with you, you dumb goddess."
This time, Hestia didn't get angry.
Instead, she looked a little shy… and a little happy!
"Hmph. Even if you try to flatter me, it doesn't erase your repeated blasphemy towards me!"
Her face was slightly red, and her tone had no real bite.
Yuto smiled.
"My apologies, Goddess."
Hestia looked pleased for a second—
"—but I'd still do it again."
Her expression immediately changed.
Just then—the door swung open.
Hestia swallowed whatever she was about to say.
Yuto turned toward the entrance.
Finally.
His employee had arrived!
Tohru stepped in, along with Kanna and the other dragons from last night… and an unfamiliar elderly man with an imposing presence.
Yuto narrowed his eyes slightly.
He didn't look like Tohru's friend.
'More like… a relative?'
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