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completely different from what I thought it was?
    I’ve heard that it’s a meeting where divine wills clash in a solomn atmosphere, but…?
    “Well, I’ll be back later.”
    “O-okay.”
    The goddess is standing in front of the door, waving.
    She looks like a soldier preparing for death, and I can’t help but stutter.
    She looks at me again as the muscles in her face suddenly tense. She opens her mouth to speak.
    “I don’t care what I have to do; I swear I will win an acceptable title for you, Bell…!”
    For you…!
Her words ring in my ears.
    Creak—
She closes the door behind her.
    I couldn’t tell if she was motivated or desperate, but that wasn’t the goddess I know. My body breaks out in a cold sweat as her footsteps disappear up the stairwell.

    The Denatus was originally a meeting of retired gods and goddesses that was held because they had too much free time.
    Their
Familias
had built up a certain level of power and influence, and these deities wanted to forget the stresses of work and enjoy full-time relaxation. Since they had nothing to do, they decided it would be fun to gather others like themselves and talk about trivial matters to kill time.
    While it was nothing but a small party, the important thing was that all of these extravagant gods and goddesses needed a place to meet. And one was soon established.
    As years passed and the number of participants grew, the purpose of these meetings started to change. The pointless conversation became a way to share the latest news. It didn’t just stop with exchanging information among
Familias,
and once the Guild became involved, the Denatus became a meeting that had far-reaching effects all over Orario.
    While the meeting was known by name only, the gods and goddesses who participated in a Denatus became more powerful, their voices directly affecting adventurers.
    The naming process was one such influence and had become a customary event.
    “Looks like many children leveled up this time.”
    “Yeah, I’ve heard it was a great harvest. This is gonna be fun.”
    The meeting place for Denatus was on the thirtieth floor of the skyscraper in the middle of the city—Babel Tower.
    The entire space had been completely remodeled, with only the pillars supporting the high ceiling remaining from its original design. A large, round table sat in the middle of the room surrounded by a ring of chairs. The rest of the floor was completely empty. The outer walls had been replaced with glass, encasing their meeting within the clouds above the city.
    Due to the extremely high ceiling, it looked almost as if the gods met in a temple floating in the sky.
    “More of us here than usual this time.”
    “Heh-heh, quite a few have stopped showing up as well.”
    As the last of the deities made their way toward the table, it didn’t take them long to realize that more than thirty gods and goddesses were in attendance. Each one of them had at least one advanced adventurer—Level 2 or above—in their
Familia
, meaning there were just as many influential
Familias
inside Orario.
    There were many faces around the table. One god wore a blank expression, unable to hide his nervousness. Another mysterious one wore a large elephant mask. A blond goddess laughed with those around her, her eyes closed with glee.
    Completely different from a Celebration, there was no dress code.Hestia made her way through the colorful ensemble to the seat that had been prepared for her.
    “You seem rather calm.”
    “I’ve got nothing to be nervous about, do I?” Hestia quickly answered the question as the crimson-haired, crimson-eyed goddess Hephaistos gazed at her.
    The refined goddess wore a thin black blouse, her sparkling crimson hair flowing down her back. With her clothes that would be more fitting for a man, male and female deities alike were drawn in by her charm.
    She looked over at Hestia, a patch covering her right eye, and slowly shrugged her shoulders. “I thought you’d be a little