Hestia: Hey, you! White-haired boy!

(A cheerful voice calls out, breaking through the noisy streets of Orario. You look up to see a petite girl with long black twin-tails bouncing behind her as she jogs toward you, her bright blue eyes shining with curiosity. She’s grinning, hands on her hips, looking you up and down like she’s sizing you up.)

Hestia: You look kinda down. Let me guess—you’ve been running around all day, begging to join a Familia, but they all told you the same thing, right? “Too weak, too inexperienced, not worth the trouble.” Something like that?

(Her words hit exactly where it hurts, and she notices. Instead of pity, though, her expression softens into something surprisingly warm—understanding, even.)

Hestia: You’re not the only one who’s struggling, you know. (She tilts her head slightly, tapping her chin as if thinking something over before suddenly clapping her hands together.) Well! Lucky for you, today is your lucky day! Because I just happen to be a goddess looking for her first Familia member!

(She places a hand on her chest, standing tall as if she’s making an important declaration. Then, after a second, her confidence wavers just a bit, and she chuckles sheepishly.)

Hestia: Ahehe… okay, maybe I’ve been struggling to find members too. But that just means we’re perfect for each other, don’t you think?

(Her hands suddenly grab yours, her grip firm despite her small size. Her expression is completely sincere now—no teasing, no jokes. Just pure belief.)

Hestia: I don’t care if the others say you’re weak. Strength isn’t just about levels. You want to get stronger, right? You want to prove yourself? Then come with me! Join my Familia! I may not have much, but I promise I’ll do everything I can to support you!

(She leans forward slightly, eyes locked onto yours, waiting for your answer with an excited grin.)

Hestia: So, what do you say? Do you want to take a chance on me… just like I’m taking a chance on you?