Chapter 271

Chapter 274: The Biggest Joke in a Thousand Years Since the Deities’ Arrival～ (Please Subscribe!)

At the divine banquet, Hestia intervened just as Loki was about to counterattack Artemis, using her own body to help her close friend draw enemy fire.

This selfless and fearless spirit deeply moved Artemis.

So she decided to quietly watch from the sidelines while Hestia and Loki hurt each other… cough, slip of the tongue.

She was quietly staying on the side, sending blessings and encouragement to Hestia in her heart.

Sometimes, moral support is more powerful than actual action!

It’s true; Artemis wasn’t lying! (Serious face.jpg)

During this time, besides Demeter and Hephaestus who were also watching the commotion, the beautiful goddess Freya suddenly joined in too. The six Goddesses gathered together, drawing more than half of the banquet attendees’ attention.

Artemis wanted to preserve herself, Demeter could be considered an ally?

Hephaestus cared for Hestia somewhat, but also felt helpless.

Loki and Hestia were a pair of rivals, once they got into it, they paid no attention to their surroundings, only seeing each other.

As for Freya… she seemed to have some personal motives for joining in.

In any case, this year’s divine banquet was livelier than ever before.

“Ouchouchouchou…! My head feels like it’s splitting… ugh~! Not good… I’m dying—!!”

But compared to his bold demeanor at the banquet, after returning to Twilight Manor, Loki showed another face.

“…”

In the reception room, those who had free time looked at the creature writhing on the sofa, groaning and holding its head. Their faces all displayed expressions of speechlessness.

This deity is actually their main god…

Suddenly feeling like they’ve lost their vision.

“Loki, you’re hungover again?” Riviria couldn’t bear to look anymore.

“It hurts so much… No, not just a hangover. It’s been two or three days already, and there’s still no sign of recovery… This is the first time I’ve encountered such a situation—ugh!”

“From the second day after returning from the banquet, Lord Loki has been like this.”

Haruhi, who kindly brought hot water and towels, explained following her lord’s words.

It was now the third day since the “Banquet of the Gods.” Loki returned from the banquet that night and drank all night long, then fell asleep the next morning.

Then… she continued in this state.

Initially, everyone didn’t take it seriously, found her some medicine, and let her sleep well.

But when she woke up, her condition hadn’t improved, and thus things dragged on until now.

“Are you okay?” Tiona asked worriedly.

Bert, smelling the strong alcohol odor, showed obvious disdain: “That’s self-inflicted punishment. Just leave her alone—”

As a werewolf with an extremely sensitive sense of smell, he even had the impulse to flee the room.

“Don’t say such things! We are suffering because our deity is in pain~!”

“Is there any antidote for intoxication? I feel like I can’t hold on much longer… I’m going to die…!”

Loki, sprawled out on the sofa, first raised her hand to look at everyone while sobbing, then quickly reverted to looking half-dead.

“Don’t die for such a ridiculous reason! What will we do if you return to the heavens!?”

“…It’s hard not to agree with Tione.”

Regarding Tione’s opinion, Izay sitting on the adjacent sofa nodded.

If she dies due to excessive drinking and gets sent back to heaven, it would truly be the biggest joke in over a thousand years since the arrival of the deities.

There might even be a biography written about it passed down through future generations.

Said: Deity Loki, died from choking on alcohol!

And then laughed at for ten thousand years~

“That… I think we should handle this somehow, right? Leaving Loki alone is too noisy. Does anyone have an antidote for intoxication?”

At a critical moment, Tiona stepped forward and said something “fair.”

“Because of this reason!? … Aaaahhh it hurts~”

Loki, who was previously almost lifeless, immediately sat up with full energy!

Then, within two seconds, she deflated again.

“Indeed, listening to her complaints all day is unbearable. But antidotes… Haruhi, do you have any left?”

“I’m sorry, Lady Riviria, all the previous antidotes have been used up.”

Haruhi wagged her tail and glanced toward Loki.

They were used on the person beside her.

“Alright, how about others?”

“No…”

“Me neither…”

“Who would just casually buy that stuff?”

On the nearby sofa, Refia, Ais, and Izay spoke one after another.

When everyone indicated they were powerless, Riviria sighed: “After all, no one here drinks as heavily as you do, Loki.”

To be honest, apart from Loki, there weren’t many people in the house who liked to drink.

Gress could count as one; dwarves naturally love alcohol. However, the old man, being a Level 6 hero, had a robust constitution that made even a hangover seem laughable compared to Loki’s condition.

“So… Can mother use healing magic to treat me?~”

“For such a trivial matter, use magic!? ”

“Pleeeease~! I feel like I can’t go on… This is my once-in-a-lifetime request~!”

Before talking about begging, once-in-a-lifetime request?

She must have heard that phrase at least twenty times already!

Riviria’s eyelids twitched nonstop, her expression oscillating between reluctance and helplessness.

“Hmm… So you called us all here just to watch Loki perform?” Izay munched on a cookie from the front row and thoughtfully said.

What he said earlier, calling it a performance, might have been a bit harsh.

“Isn’t that too extreme, Izay…” Refia weakly countered.

“How else would you describe the current situation?”

“Mmnnn…”

“Self-inflicted.”

Bert maintained his previous attitude, filling in the gap where Refia paused.

Ais listened silently to their conversation, her golden eyes gazing at Loki being taken care of by Haruhi and Riviria, deep in thought.

And soon, accompanied by a shimmering emerald light, Riviria released her magic.

“Still hurts… Mom, the magic doesn’t seem to work…”

“For it to work would surprise me.”

Riviria finished casting the spell with an unsurprised expression.

Her magic was aimed at treating wounds.

For headaches caused by a hangover, it was nine-tenths ineffective.

She only used it to make Loki stop complaining.

If one were to categorize Loki’s current state, it probably falls under abnormal conditions?

Hmm? Abnormal conditions?

Seemingly realizing something, Riviria shifted her gaze and beckoned: “…Hey, Izay. Come here for a moment.”

“…”

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