Danmachi: Is It Wrong to Be the Main Character in Orario?

Chapter 952: The Gods’ Banquet

The next morning, the Tower of Babel was especially lively. Even the conference room used for yesterday’s meeting was not enough to accommodate everyone, forcing the use of the banquet hall instead.This gathering was more of a banquet than a formal meeting, yet nearly all the gods had returned to attend. Even those who resided outside Orario found ways to make their way back if they had the chance and means.

Every god knew how crucial this banquet was. Not attending could mean falling behind the other gods permanently.

Each goddess had put a great deal of effort into her preparation—dazzling new gowns, specially arranged hairstyles, and impeccable grooming.

Naturally, the banquet itself was extravagant beyond measure. Organized by the Ganesha Familia and the Guild, it truly pushed the limits of luxury.

The dishes served were made from rare ingredients, all precious goods transported from beyond the realm.

Even the wine was divine, procured in vast quantities from the Soma Familia.

It could be said that the Ganesha Familia and the Guild had spared no effort in preparing for this event.

As night fell, the festivities began to grow more lively.

"This banquet is truly massive."

"Of course. The Guild and Ganesha Familia have mobilized all their resources to host this event. This is not your average divine banquet."

The scale of the event alone proved how significant it was.

"We’ve truly witnessed a genuine historical watershed."

"Indeed."

Yesterday, they had witnessed a historical turning point—the final Black Dragon of the Three Great Quests turned out to be the "Bell Cranel" from countless parallel worlds.

The story of the dragon slayer and the evil dragon had come to life.

But this time, the story of the dragon slayer and the evil dragon was coming to a close.

"The historical watershed... Yesterday, we didn’t have the chance to discuss the more important matters. It seems like we can’t avoid it now."

"Indeed. But that child is truly remarkable—he’s grown to this level in less than a year."

"Mm, though what impresses me most about him is the matter with those five goddesses."

"I agree."

Five goddesses standing by a single child—that scene truly could have been a world-famous painting.

"But Loki and Freya both have their eyes on the same person? Freya’s taste is indeed impressive."

Though yesterday’s scene was deserving of a world-class painting, their words still carried admiration for Loki and Freya’s keen judgment.

Gold can shine, but placing your bet before it gleams is a true test of discernment.

"Today’s banquet still revolves around that child."

"Exactly, that’s the main theme of this gathering."

The topics they couldn’t discuss yesterday were now up for discussion—matters directly related to the gods. Everyone could hardly contain their excitement.

"Indeed."

At that moment, every god present was waiting for a single answer.

"Hera and Zeus have arrived."

A voice, unnamed, immediately drew the attention of all the gods at the banquet.

Zeus and Hera entered, leading the way.

Today, Zeus was his usual unkempt self, dressed in casual attire, not bothering to change for the occasion.

Hera, however, wore a gown fitting her status—a crimson dress and white high heels that emphasized her graceful red-flower-in-green-leaf aura.

Before anyone could say "Goddess Hera is truly beautiful," their attention was drawn to the silver-haired maiden walking behind them.

Though the girl walking behind Zeus and Hera wasn’t more charming than Hera herself, her identity was enough to make every god present kneel before her.

For this girl was the Creator of this world, the mother who gave birth to all the gods.

"She has come too."

This alone confirmed how immensely significant this banquet was.

The gods now understood why the child hadn’t spoken further and why the Guild and Ganesha Familia had gone to such lengths to arrange this event—it was likely because they knew she would attend.

"Where’s that naughty child?"

The Creator, who was revered by all the gods, scanned the room. Meteria needed to find the exact location of her naughty child who would no doubt try to beat her up.

"He hasn’t arrived yet, has he?"

Hera looked around but didn’t spot Bell. Still, she knew that if he didn’t want to be found, no one would see him.

"But you, talking so much—don’t you think he’ll know?"

"It’s fine, it’s fine."

Meteria, on the other hand, wore an expression of complete indifference. Did she not know her own child’s abilities? Being mentioned would only make her known. She wasn’t about to be easily caught by that little troublemaker.

"I’ve made thorough preparations. My name has been shielded by Authority. There’s no way that troublemaker could catch me easily!"

This time, Meteria seemed extremely confident—she had clearly prepared well.

However, Hera’s gaze shifted to the space behind Meteria.

"Are you sure? I think you should take a look behind you."

"Hmph~ Hera, you’re tricking me again! How could that bad kid sneak up behind me without me noticing?"

As Meteria spoke smugly, Hera’s expression deepened with pity and sympathy.

"That’s because your growth, Mother, has also been limited."

Meteria stiffened. She recognized the voice behind her—it was her naughty child.

"Unlike you, Mother, I continue to grow all the time. And let me remind you—my methods are constantly evolving. Do you think you can evade my observation using the same old tricks? That seems rather naive."

"Also, about what you just boldly said, I think we need to have a serious talk."

Meteria felt her neck seized by an invisible hand, causing her to struggle desperately, but she couldn’t catch hold of anything.

"Hera, save me!"

Hera looked at the ceiling, pretending not to hear Meteria’s plea.

"Mios..."

Seeing this heartless woman ignore her, Meteria immediately turned her eyes to Zeus.

But Zeus was busy counting the ants on the floor.

"Hmm..."

With no one to rely on, Meteria disappeared before their eyes, her face frozen in despair.