After walking for about half an hour…
The two arrived at the northern district of Orario.
But instead of going to The Benevolent Mistress tavern, Syr brought Raven Eltharion to a different place.
This tavern was located north of Babel Tower.
According to Orario's layout—
The city was centered around Babel Tower, with eight main streets extending outward.
These streets divided the city into eight sectors: east, south, west, north, northeast, southeast, northwest, and southwest.
The Freyja Familia's headquarters, Battlefield Wilderness, was located in the southwestern district.
The Ishtar Familia's red-light district was in the southeast.
The Loki Familia's territory was right here—in the northern district.
…
As they entered the tavern—
The rowdy atmosphere immediately washed over them.
Raven, witnessing this lively chaos of a fantasy-world tavern for the first time, couldn't help but glance curiously around.
Until his gaze…
Locked onto a certain beastman.
It was Bete Loga, the Mad Wolf!
Talk about narrow roads for enemies—
Even when coming to eat, he managed to bump into this guy.
Meanwhile…
At another table, Raven noticed a particularly dangerous individual.
A catman—Allen Fromel.
Allen Fromel, Level 6, hailed as the fastest assassin-warrior in all of Orario.
He held the title "Goddess's Chariot", granted by the gods, and was the vice-captain of the Freyja Familia.
He also had a younger sister—Anya Fromel, also a catperson.
…
Currently, Bete was drinking alone.
Completely drunk, he hadn't noticed Raven's presence.
But Allen—
Spotted his goddess and the unfamiliar Raven at a glance.
"…Lady Syr?"
He blinked, frowning slightly, a thoughtful look in his eyes.
His mind raced—Who is this guy?
Why have I never seen him before?
Syr caught his gaze and discreetly signaled him—Don't make a scene.
Just act like they're strangers.
Allen understood immediately.
He nodded slightly and began to observe from the shadows.
In Orario—
Aside from members of the Freyja Familia, no one knew Syr's true identity.
Freyja loved roleplaying.
And this fun little game? She wasn't quitting anytime soon.
"Mr. Raven, let's order something to eat."
Syr gently pulled his arm and guided him to an empty table.
Watching his goddess act so intimately with Raven, Allen's eyes widened.
Envy flooded him!
But Freyja didn't spare him even a glance.
She didn't care about Allen's feelings at all.
In fact… she didn't look at him once.
Raven noticed it all.
As the saying goes—
A simp never wins anything in the end.
Once seated, Syr asked kindly, "Mr. Raven, do you drink?"
Her voice was gentle and considerate.
Raven shook his head, replying calmly, "I'll pass."
"I'm heading to the Dungeon after this. Don't want to risk anything by drinking…"
Raven wasn't that reckless.
He was still just Lv.1—there's no way he'd go drunk into the Dungeon.
That would be a death wish.
Syr chuckled softly. "That's true. Then I won't order any drinks either."
Then—
She raised her hand and called out, "Boss! We're ready to order!"
The dwarf tavern owner rubbed his hands as he approached. "Ah, if it isn't Miss Syr—welcome!"
"What can I get for the two of you?"
The boss didn't pry or gossip—he seemed like an honest man.
None of that sly merchant trickery.
Syr picked up the menu and began pointing. "I'll have this… and that… oh, and one of these too…"
After ordering, she handed the menu to Raven. "Here, Mr. Raven. Pick something you like."
Raven sighed, "You've already ordered more than enough."
"Let's eat first. If it's not enough, we'll order more."
"Alright~" Syr smiled with squinted eyes. "Boss, we'll go with those for now!"
"Got it!" the dwarf grinned, then left them alone.
Syr picked up the conversation. "Is this your first time adventuring, Mr. Raven?"
"Yeah," Raven admitted. "How did you know?"
Syr rested her chin on her hand and looked directly into his eyes. "Well…"
"You don't have anything on you~"
"Don't tell me… you're planning to fight Dungeon monsters barehanded?"
She made a dramatically shocked expression—
Honestly kind of cute.
But a little over-the-top.
Raven chuckled. "Then Miss Syr, would you be willing to sponsor me?"
"So I can buy some gear?"
But instead—
Syr responded with a probing question:
"Your Familia just let you head into the Dungeon without giving you anything?"
"Not even a basic healing potion?"
Seeing him remain silent, Syr—quick-witted as always—took that as silent agreement.
She crossed her arms, puffed her cheeks, and pouted. "What kind of unreliable god…"
"Letting Mr. Raven go die out there like that—how terrible!"
She turned her face away, grumbling under her breath.
Her pouty, sulky expression made Raven want to laugh.
"Alright, alright."
"I know you're just worried about me."
"Don't worry—since I'm your friend, I won't go dying so easily."
As they chatted—
Several dishes were brought out one after another, carried by Amazonian waitresses.
"Let's eat, I'm starving," Raven muttered, gulping quietly. "Time to dig in~"
"Go ahead." Syr smiled gently. "I'll be right back—I'm going to the washroom."
While Syr was away, Allen also quietly disappeared—
Most likely summoned by Freyja to carry out some task.
Raven didn't overthink it—his priority was filling his stomach.
"Mmm~"
"These dishes are really good! Didn't expect them to suit my taste this much!"
Raven chewed happily, thoroughly enjoying the food.
At that moment—
The drunk Bete Loga staggered toward him, wooden mug in hand.
"You…"
"Aren't you that… who again!?"
Bete was clearly hammered—his words were slurred and jumbled.
Raven narrowed his eyes. "Didn't expect you to remember me."
"Guess we're really fated to run into each other."
Still, he wondered—
Was this wolf going to suddenly snap in a drunken rage?
This time, Raven wouldn't back down.
Today was different from yesterday!
"Mr. Raven, I'm back," Syr returned to her seat.
Allen was now seated at the bar's high stools.
Just now—
He'd received direct orders from the Goddess Freyja to secretly guard Raven's safety.
Although unhappy about it—
Allen still obeyed without hesitation.
When it came to Freyja—
Her word was law. Absolute, and unquestionable!
"Huh?"
Syr noticed the shift in Bete's expression. "Isn't that the Mad Wolf of the Loki Familia?"
"What do you think you're doing?"
Bete didn't answer—he planted one hand on the table.
Glug, glug…
He took a few more gulps of strong liquor.
Allen kept a close eye on his every move.
If Mad Wolf tried anything—
The Goddess's Chariot would step in immediately.
Raven—
Was also ready to fight.
The air suddenly grew tense.
It was just a matter of—
Who would move first.
The rowdy tavern had suddenly fallen dead silent.
It looked like a brawl was about to erupt at any moment.
The other patrons, drinks in hand, had turned into pure spectators.
Just then—
Seven core members of the Loki Familia walked through the tavern's entrance.
Finn, Riveria, Gareth, Lefiya, Ais, Tiona, and Tione.