Chapter 62

Chapter 63: What’s a Mama-san? Huh?

The city was shrouded in the dark of night, its magic stone lights spilling out like a sea of stars.

Returning to Twilight Manor, everyone went back to their respective rooms. Izay and Riviria, however, took Loki to her Divine Room.

At her room’s entrance, Ais stood dazed, watching Izay disappear with Loki up the staircase, hesitating as if she wanted to say something but couldn’t.

“…Miss Ais?”

“Ais~ Go rest first today. You can ask Izay how he got so strong tomorrow. We’re all partners in the same Familial Group; he won’t be going anywhere.”

Nearby, Refia and Tiona, who had rooms close to Ais, noticed her state.

Unlike the little fairy who didn’t know what to say, Tiona straightforwardly offered advice.

“…Alright.”

After pondering for a moment, Ais lightly nodded in agreement.

“Then, Miss Ais, goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Refia.”

“See you tomorrow~”

At the same time, inside the Divine Room…

Izay, who had carried Loki all the way home, tossed her onto her bed as if she were some kind of non-recyclable waste.

“Eww, this person reeks of alcohol…”

With a look of disdain, Izay couldn’t help but speak up.

“You’ve worked hard, Izay.”

“It’s fine, not the first time.”

“This is just how our main deity behaves…”

Beside him, Riviria, who had been following closely behind, shook her head as she stepped forward, removing Loki’s shoes and adjusting her body. She then picked up a blanket from the side of the bed.

The smooth process, completed in mere seconds, left Izay impressed.

These practiced movements, the helpless complaints on her lips yet honest actions—wasn’t this exactly taking care of a child?

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At that moment, perhaps regaining consciousness, Loki opened her eyes slightly.

“Phwoooh… Me…”

She suddenly let out a mouthful of alcohol-laden breath, tremblingly lifting her hand as if she wanted to say something.

But the teetotaler Riviria instinctively stepped back a few paces, creating distance, staring at her deity with an incomprehensible expression.

“Hold on… What are you trying to do? No vomiting! Wait, don’t come near me, stay away!”

“I just want some water… Meeeh… Ugh. Ah… My head hurts so much… Don’t talk too loudly…”

Struggling to prop herself up on the bed, Loki looked absolutely miserable, likely due to the aftereffects of the alcohol now hitting her. It felt like her brain was being assaulted.

Right now, her brain was telling her it was time to sleep…

But her burning throat strongly disagreed, almost threatening mutual destruction if she dared to sleep.

Awakened by this excruciating sensation, Loki looked at Riviria nearby and smiled weakly.

“Mommy… I want some water…”

“…”

Because of Loki’s term of endearment, Riviria made a speechless expression, wanting nothing more than to knock her unconscious right there and then, remembering they weren’t alone in the room.

But after hesitating for a bit, she softened.

“Just wait patiently, I’ll get it for you.”

“Okay~”

After agreeing to Loki’s request and turning around, Riviria was surprised to see Izay already holding a glass of water ready.

“Water~ freshly poured.”

Izay gestured with the cup in his hand.

There was always fresh water prepared in Loki’s Divine Room, stored in a teapot on her desk, along with matching tea cups.

Anyway, no difference, all personal items of Loki.

“Thank you…”

“You’re welcome.”

Taking the water, Riviria handed it to Loki, then stayed beside Izay as they watched their deity drink half a teapot’s worth of water before finally exhaling deeply and collapsing back onto the bed.

After bidding farewell to their completely undignified deity, Izay and Riviria left her Divine Room.

“Izay… Earlier, I heard Loki mention that you’ve started creating your own Magic?”

Walking out of the Divine Room, Riviria unexpectedly brought up the topic, contrary to what Izay expected would be a normal exchange of goodbyes.

“Ah, yes. After all, those two Skills shouldn’t go unused, right?”

Izay met her emerald gaze and smiled as he replied.

“In that case, how about you and Refia join me next time to learn some Magic knowledge? It might help when you create your own Magic.”

Riviria returned his gaze and proposed.

Izay blinked. Was this really such a great opportunity?

As Orario’s strongest Magical Arts practitioner, receiving guidance from her in Magic was something countless other practitioners dreamed of.

And with the added bonuses of being both a Fairy Royal and Loki Familia’s Deputy Leader, her accumulation of knowledge was beyond question.

Surely it would be far more efficient than him fumbling around on his own?

“So… Teacher Riviria?”

“Eh?”

Hearing Izay address her as such, Riviria momentarily froze, but soon her emerald eyes sparkled with intrigue.

No one had ever called her that before.

In the past, when teaching others, like Refia or Alisia, or other Magic users within the Familial Group, they would simply use formal titles, impossible to change even if she wanted them to.

It was quite novel being called “teacher” for the first time.

“…Isn’t this title a bit inappropriate?”

Seeing Riviria not responding, Izay rested his chin thoughtfully.

“Should we change it?”

“No need, I think it’s fine~”

“Is that so?”

“Yup…”

After deciding to study Magic knowledge under Riviria, the two didn’t engage in further conversation and quickly parted ways. It was already late at night, after all, and sleep was still necessary.

Time passed into the next morning.

Outside, the sky was clear and blue, birds chirping harmoniously everywhere, heralding the start of a refreshing day.

And Izay… was still sealed under his duvet~

Deciding to take a rare day off, Loki had announced it as free rest time for everyone, allowing them to do as they pleased without interference.

Such a beautiful day, sleeping in would be a shame…

However.

Bang bang bang—

“Izay~ Are you there? It’s Tiona, can you open the door? I have something to ask you!”

“???”

Suddenly awakened by the knocking, Izay was forced to snap out of his slumber.

Why would the little angel be looking for him so early in the morning?

Though puzzled, he responded aloud.

“Just a moment, let me prepare…”

He then began to slowly wash up and dress himself.

A few minutes later, Izay opened the door only to find that it wasn’t just Tiona standing there.

Tione, Ais, and Refia were also present. The usual quartet of adventurers had gathered.

Was it really appropriate for the four of you to gather so early in the morning and knock on a guy’s door?

Loki would cry if she found out…

Or worse, she might just put him in a figure-four leg lock.