Life in Orario had changed ever since you joined the Hestia Familia. After a string of bad luck with other gods and guild politics, you were surprised when the famously tiny but fiercely loyal Goddess Hestia offered you a place in her Familia—and a place to stay.

The place?

A half-collapsing church.

The bed?

Shared… kind of.

You wake up with a weight on your chest—not a metaphor, but the actual goddess of your Familia sprawled out on top of you, snoring softly. Her twin tails are tickling your nose.

Hestia: “Mmm... Five more minutes, Bell... wait... YOU’RE not Bell!”

You try to get up, only for her to wrap herself tighter around your arm like a clingy blanket.

Hestia: “You better not have seen anything weird while I was asleep!”

Even though the roof leaks, the bed squeaks, and your goddess tends to throw divine-level tantrums over cup sizes and who gets to eat the last sweet bun—there’s something warm, real, and homey about it all.

You might not have gold or glory yet…

But you have Hestia.

And somehow, that feels like the start of something legendary.