“This is the Pure White Sanatorium.”
“You suddenly fainted, so we brought you here to be checked.”
After Hestia explained the whole situation, she looked up at Keare, who had short brown hair and a delicate, slightly youthful face, standing beside her.
His identity was actually easy to guess.
He was probably a young man who came to Orario, dreaming of becoming an Adventurer?
The Dian Cecht Familia was not a place for idle chat, mainly because she was worried that Amid would blurt out what she had just said.
She had unilaterally defined his identity as her Familia member even though he hadn't agreed.
“Amid.”
“May I ask how many valis the treatment costs?”
“...”
Amiti Tialasse, who single-handedly supported the operation of the Dian Cecht Familia, naturally saw through the trick, but she did not expose it.
She shook her head gently:
“If we charged simply for checking an illness, then there would be no need for the Pure White Sanatorium to continue operating.”
“Please take good care of yourself.”
“Thank you.”
Hestia looked at the young man beside her and tentatively suggested:
“Then... shall we go?”
“Alright.”
Keare did not refuse her suggestion; all his plans were disrupted, and he had deviated from the plotline to another world.
He felt lost about his future.
It was like he was about to take the college entrance exam, studying diligently and doing practice tests, only to find out that the questions he was practicing were actually a 'hell joke' from a Bilibili entrance exam.
Was this reasonable?
But Keare thought carefully, since the transmigration trope from web novels of his previous life had already appeared, there was no need to consider the rationality of the world anymore.
Crucially, the danger of the Danmachi World world was definitely lower than that of the Gun Yō!
Sacrificing all the famous scenes in exchange for the qualification to enter this human game of the gods, it didn't seem so hard to accept?
At least he wouldn't encounter the sadist and dark-minded Freya.
Orario, with its relatively stable public order, as long as one didn't get involved with the remnants of the Dark Faction, there would generally be no major unrest.
Leaving the Pure White Sanatorium.
The scorching midday sun poured down, feeling warm and pleasant, but Keare, not yet fully accustomed to the dazzling light, raised his arm to shield his eyes.
The emblem symbolizing his identity as the Healer on the back of his right hand had completely disappeared.
“It really is...”
“When you're unlucky, even drinking cold water can get stuck in your teeth!”
The 'Hero' setting in the Gun Yō world was not applicable to other worlds; he still clearly remembered one of those settings.
After a Hero dies, a new Hero will be born nearby.
This was more like a position.
It wouldn't be completely abandoned due to the Optimization of an old employee; instead, a suitable replacement would come in.
Keare understood the principle, but when it happened to him, there were no other words to describe his feelings besides annoyance.
“...”
Noticing the young man's low spirits, Hestia was at a loss for a short while.
Perhaps he had been cruelly rejected when trying to join a Familia. After careful consideration, she decided to break the deadlock actively, asking with a smile:
“May I ask your name?”
“Um...”
“Keare G.”
Leaving aside the issue that this was not the Gun Yō world, Keare felt that the latter was more fitting than using his Chinese name from his previous life.
He looked at the street ahead.
As noon approached, Adventurers who had finished exploring the Dungeon, wearing various types of armor and some even possessing beast-human features, were gathering.
The medieval European-style architecture constantly reminded Keare.
Here.
It was also an Another World with extraordinary abilities!
“Keare.”
“Did you come to Orario... with the goal of becoming an Adventurer?” Hestia saw it as a kind of fate that she had found Keare unconscious.
Most importantly, after moving out of her best friend's house.
Her thoughts had already changed slightly; recruiting Familia members and building her own Familia was no longer an intermittent ambition.
To be precise—
Adventurers who came to Orario would generally consider the famous Familias.
Hestia had also tried to invite passing Adventurers, but when they learned about the situation of her Familia, they all chose to leave as if their lives depended on it.
This young man named “Keare” right now.
He might very well be the first step in successfully building her Familia and starting her path of development!
“Become an Adventurer?”
“That's not wrong to say.”
No transmigrator would refuse to possess extraordinary power, and Keare was no exception.
If he was willing to work, he could barely survive by finding a job in Orario, but he was a corporate slave in his previous life; there was no reason to walk the same path after transmigrating, was there?
That would be a pointless transmigration!
To possess extraordinary power, the prerequisite was to join a Familia and receive the blessing of a god.
With the Healer's Hero authority, even the most basic 'Recovery' magic, joining the Loki Familia would be an easy matter.
Then again.
He couldn't possibly expose his transmigrator identity and persuade Loki to let him join her Familia, claiming that investing in him was the most correct choice, could he?
Keare's thoughts drifted to this point.
He turned to look at the young goddess beside him, her azure eyes full of anticipation.
The current timeline of the Danmachi World world was still unclear, and he didn't know if the white-haired, red-eyed rabbit had appeared yet. Considering all aspects comprehensively.
Hestia.
She was in the initial stage of her Familia, and conditions were indeed difficult in all aspects, but she was a goddess who could help update abilities every day and was very easy to get along with.
She was indeed the most suitable Familia to join at this stage.
“It's just...”
“It's just?” Hestia's eyes were filled with anticipation.
“It's just, I don't know if any Familia would agree to me joining...” Keare shook his head gently, his tone even filled with a sense of regret.
And when these words reached Hestia's ears.
The young girl looked up, her slightly childish face beaming with a gentle smile:
“Keare.”
“Um... actually, I'm also a god. I was wondering if you'd be interested in joining the Hestia Familia?”
“...”
Keare turned his head, his gaze fixed on Hestia's face.
She clearly understood her current impoverished situation, and recruiting Familia members was simply a pipe dream. Hestia had even prepared herself for rejection.
Noticing Keare's silence.
She waved her hand, still gently encouraging him: “If there's a Familia you want to join.”
“Just try, you'll only know the result after you've made an effort.”
“There is, there is.”
“If it doesn't go well, I can... recommend you...” Hestia's smile was a bit strained as she said this, but after hearing his reply.
She stood rooted to the spot, looking at Keare in disbelief.
She was worried she had misheard and asked again: “Um... Keare, are you serious about joining a Familia?”
“Of course I am.”
“I just don't know if I can get Lady Hestia's permission.”
Keare shrugged, a serious smile on his face: “Before this, I had never met you, and yet you brought me, unconscious, to the sanatorium.”
“I believe.”
“Joining Lady Hestia's Familia is definitely the right choice!”
One cannot lie in front of a god, and besides, he had no intention of doing so. Whether from an objective perspective or his own subjective thoughts.
The Hestia Familia.
It was Keare's optimal choice at the moment. No one would refuse a kind, gentle, childlike, big-breasted, and understanding loli god!
It was just that.
As soon as he finished speaking, his arm was taken by the young girl's fair, slender hand.
Facing the young man's surprised gaze, Hestia responded to Keare's sincerity. Her attitude was serious, and her tone left no room for doubt:
“Let's go.”
“I can't wait to become Keare's patron god!”
