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Danmachi, Ch 136-140
🕑 Added 2025-10-24 20:00:15 +0000 UTCChapter 136 – You Went to Bed Early Last Night?
After kicking Tsuna out of her room, Loki lay back on her bed, raising her hand to look at the rather simple ring on her finger.
“That guy seriously has no idea what he’s doing… bringing me a ring like that out of nowhere.”
“And then saying all that weird stuff…”
“All that talk about acceptance…”
Her voice trailed off, but the smile on her face deepened.
“I guess I can finally understand what those gods who fall headfirst into love feel like.”
“So this is what it’s like when the kid you’ve got your eye on does something like that.”
Loki had never minded the idea of having a relationship with one of the children of the lower world. For things she hadn’t experienced before, she was always happy to give them a try—
Especially if it was with a kid she liked, found interesting… or couldn’t help but be curious about.
And Tsuna fit all of those boxes perfectly.
His uniqueness, his power, the traits she admired—honestly, even she had a hard time keeping her composure in front of him after that completely unconscious “proposal.”
"Tsuna… you've realized it by now, haven't you?"
And as Loki guessed, the moment he returned to his own room, Tsuna finally realized what he'd done.
"Wait—don't tell me I basically proposed to Miss Loki?"
Yeah. He knew he’d seriously messed up.
Maybe it was because he’d been single for way too long.
Thirteen years in this life, plus thirty-three in his last one—yeah, that was a bit excessive.
He still remembered that he was supposed to keep a respectful distance from girls he wasn’t close to. But somewhere along the line, he’d forgotten that some gestures could easily be taken the wrong way.
And handing someone a ring? Yeah, that was the classic way to cause a misunderstanding.
He quickly snapped out of his earlier panic.
Proposing wasn’t embarrassing. Being rejected after proposing—that was embarrassing.
"Miss Loki didn't really seem like she was rejecting me, though."
“She wouldn’t have accepted the ring if she wanted to turn me down. And what she said afterward… didn’t sound like rejection, either.”
“…Should I confirm it with her?”
After a moment of thought, Tsuna decisively scrapped that idea.
“No. Not for now.”
"If Miss Loki doesn't deny or reject it, I'll figure it out eventually."
With that settled, he forced himself to stop thinking about it.
Whatever was going on with Loki could wait.
Right now, he needed to focus on Finn and Gareth—and on the deeper mechanics behind the Dying Will Flame.
“The Dying Will Flame becoming Tiona and Tione’s skill instead of a magic did surprise me. I thought it’d show up in their magic slots if they gained that power.”
“So… what’s the difference between magic and skills, anyway?”
“Maybe magic has a limit on how many you can have, but skills don’t?”
“No, that doesn’t sound right either.”
Judging the value of skills and magic by how many you could have was way too dumb.
After all, Annihilation Maker—the ability he possessed—was also categorized as a skill. That alone proved there wasn’t a question of which was more precious.
The real difference seemed to be that magic was almost always active-use, while skills could be either active or passive.
That thought gave him an idea.
“So maybe Tiona and Tione got the Dying Will Flame as a passive power—that’s why it’s listed under their skills?”
“But even if it’s passive, that power still—”
He froze mid-thought.
“Wait. Could it be that Tiona and Tione’s Dying Will Flames require the rings I made to activate them? That would explain why their ability’s called Dying Will Veins, and why it’s categorized as a skill instead of magic.”
"Miss Loki did say there's no actual difference between the Dying Will Flame and Dying Will Veins."
“So the real distinction lies in the conditions to use that power?”
“…There’s no way to confirm that right now.”
"Maybe only after bringing Miss Loki back to that other world—and letting her carry the Falna's power there—could we verify it."
“For now, I’ll shelve that question. It’s just my own curiosity about how the Falna system classifies abilities, anyway.”
Since he didn't know whether it actually mattered, Tsuna decided to treat the whole investigation as just another personal hobby.
…Requesting flowers…
“Tomorrow it’s Finn and Gareth’s turn.”
“I wonder… did Tiona and Tione’s results come out the way I expected, or will it be something else entirely?”
He couldn’t give himself a definite answer.
“But Tiona’s attribute did exceed my expectations.”
“I thought hers would align with Emotion, but it ended up being the same as Tione’s—Lightning.”
“So maybe the ability someone gets from the Dying Will Flame doesn’t depend on what I expect—it varies based on the individual’s emotional wavelength.”
“The power only appears to come from my will because I’m the one who awakened it in them.”
“The real test will be Finn and Gareth.”
……
With all those thoughts swirling in his head, Tsuna eventually drifted off to sleep as usual.
When morning came and sunlight spilled across Orario, the first thing he did after waking was head straight for Loki’s room.
Knock knock knock!
“You can just come in.”
He paused mid-knock at her voice, then pushed the door open.
Loki was sprawled across her bed in a loose nightgown, her hair down instead of tied in a ponytail—tousled and messy.
“Ha~~~”
Half-asleep, Loki blinked blearily at the boy standing in her doorway.
“Figures. Only you would come knocking at this hour.”
All this time, he was the only one who ever showed up at her room this early.
Even when something came up, most people went to Finn, Gareth, or Riveria first.
But Tsuna? If there was something on his mind, he'd head straight here without a second thought.
“I actually slept in today,” he pointed out.
“That’s you. I went to bed really late last night.”
She yawned and stretched, then suddenly froze—her half-lidded eyes sharpening into something much more mischievous.
“You went to bed early last night, didn’t you?”
“Gave me a ring, said all that sweet talk—and then you just went to sleep?”
Chapter 137 – A “Proposal” Accepted
Even as a goddess, Loki was still a woman at heart.
And since it was her first time going through something like this, of course her mind had been restless that night. Staying up late was only natural.
But the real culprit behind her sleeplessness? That brat who had caused it all—he’d slept like a baby.
When Loki took a good look at Tsuna's bright, well-rested face, she felt her irritation spike even higher.
“…”
Confronted with that look, Tsuna froze, momentarily at a loss for words. He took a steadying breath and stepped closer to Loki.
"Uh, Miss Loki, I'm only thirteen. Thinking about marriage proposals might've been… a bit premature."
“Oh? So you do realize that what you did yesterday was basically a ‘proposal,’ huh?”
Tsuna blinked, then paused—right as Loki's faintly annoyed expression melted into a sly, knowing smile.
…Crap. He’d walked right into that one.
Still, he didn’t try to deny it.
“Yeah. I knew it sort of looked like a ‘proposal.’”
“‘Sort of’?”
“…Fine. It was a proposal.”
There was really no escaping it. No matter how he spun it, his actions yesterday could only be taken as that.
Originally, he’d planned to just let things play out naturally, like he’d decided the night before. But now—well, so much for that.
“Mhm. You’re right,” Loki said cheerfully, sitting up on her bed. She bent her knees and hugged them, watching him with a teasing grin. “It was a proposal.”
“And since you proposed… I’ve decided to accept.”
Her grin widened. “I’ve always been interested in the idea of getting married to a kid I’m fond of. I know you didn’t mean it consciously—but I couldn’t care less about that part.”
“Or what? You prefer girls like that little runt’s goddess, Hestia, or that lunatic Freya?”
Tsuna could practically picture both in his head—he knew exactly what Loki was poking at.
"Miss Loki, saying I don't like them wouldn't be convincing, would it?" he said wryly. "Physical appearance is definitely part of attraction. But I also know getting too hung up on that kind of thing usually leads to trouble."
Loki pouted, but her smile returned almost immediately. That answer was so like him.
“Alright, let’s drop the topic of that shrimp and Freya for now.”
She tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with something sharp.
“I’m not the type to treat your words or actions as some kind of joke. So today, you’re giving me your answer.”
Loki was never one to dance around things.
Gods were different from the children of the lower world—they could be playful, sure, but they were also bold enough to act on what they wanted.
And as the pressure built, Tsuna didn't look troubled. If anything, he'd already made up his mind.
“Loki-san, if this isn’t just a joke, then I’m not planning to avoid it.”
“Honestly, I don’t dislike you. In fact… I kind of like you.”
Loki’s smile grew brighter, satisfied.
“Mhm. That’s a good answer.”
“Since you’ve said that much, then I’ll be clear too. I’m not treating this as a game either.”
“And as for that ‘like’ of yours—well, come on, I am a goddess after all~”
That last line carried a smug lilt, but there was no denying the truth in it.
Every god and goddess was beautiful—divine charm was built into their very being. What set them apart was the aura that colored their beauty. Each had a different hue, a different allure.
But bottom line? A goddess was still a goddess—and in terms of looks, they were all stunning.
Now that she was in a good mood again, Loki’s drowsiness vanished completely.
“Come here.”
She beckoned him closer.
Tsuna hesitated but obeyed. The next moment, Loki leaned forward and planted a kiss on his cheek.
“Ehehe~ There. Marked and sealed. You’re mine now.”
“Just so we’re clear—you’re not allowed to let that woman Freya steal you away, got it?”
That particular woman’s antics were infuriating enough on their own.
Especially after hearing from Tsuna about some of the things that insane goddess would pull in the future—Loki figured it was better to start taking precautions now.
I… got kissed?
Tsuna blinked, stunned. Loki's sudden move had caught him completely off guard. And calling it "sealing the deal"? Was that her idea of a stamp?
But her next words pulled him back into focus.
“Freya’s Charm is insanely strong,” he said, thoughtful now. “But as long as someone has ‘Charm Immunity,’ that’s enough to resist it.”
Knowing Freya’s methods, of course he’d already thought of countermeasures.
He’d even based them on Bell Cranel’s natural resistance to Charm.
“As long as I’m not affected by it,” he continued, pulling a small silver ring from his pocket, “I don’t have to worry about whatever underhanded tricks she tries.”
He handed it to her.
“This ring’s sole purpose is to grant immunity to Charm. It’s specifically for when Freya suddenly decides to get… interested.”
Loki examined the ring carefully. It was simpler than the one before, but finely crafted. She slipped it onto the fingers of her right hand and nodded approvingly.
“Fits perfectly.”
“And yeah, you’re right—it’s definitely necessary to have something against Freya. That woman’s obsession in the future is a serious headache.”
“If it weren’t for that shrimp being completely unaffected by Charm, she might’ve actually succeeded with her nonsense.”
If Freya had succeeded back then… the world afterwards really would've been doomed.
Still, Loki wasn't too worried about it now. So long as that crazy woman didn't stick her hands into her business—or try to steal her Tsuna—then there wouldn't be a problem.
“And what about you?” she asked.
"To keep things discreet, I've embedded all the anti-Charm components into the metal parts and buttons on my clothes," Tsuna replied, pointing to them.
Each one was something he’d specifically crafted for that purpose.
Loki’s lips twitched.
Yeah, she shouldn’t have asked.
That level of over-preparation was so him.
Still… she couldn’t help but smile.
Pure, unguarded joy bubbled up inside her—
Joy.
Chapter 138 – Finn and Gareth’s Test
The next morning, Tsuna met up with Finn Deimne and Gareth Landrock as planned, giving them a full rundown of the Dying Will Flame.
Both men stared at the rings on Tiona and Tione’s fingers—rings that burned with bright red and golden flames.
"There are seven attributes in total," Tsuna explained. "Each corresponds to a different kind of ability."
“Once they received this power, it manifested as one of their skills.”
Finn let out a low whistle. “That’s… unbelievable.”
Even after organizing his notes and mentally reviewing the whole conversation, he couldn’t help thinking it was absurd.
Through Tsuna's personal guidance, both Tiona and Tione had somehow awakened new skills entirely.
The boost in strength from something like that was enormous—and obvious.
Especially since the powers they’d gained were strong. For adventurers like them, this was equivalent to acquiring two new powerful magics each.
And all of it had come from what Tsuna called a "trial run."
A single experiment leading to results like that—it really did sound insane.
“You’re thinking of spreading this to the entire Familia?” Finn asked.
"I am," Tsuna admitted with a nod.
“I’d like to, eventually. But that depends on each person’s own capabilities.”
“Most of our adventurers are still focused on raising their Status,” he went on. “They’ll spend years polishing their combat experience and technique before they even consider exploring something new like this.”
“At least until they reach Level 3 or 4, they won’t have the time or stability to handle a completely different power system.”
“If I forced them into it now, not only might their talent be insufficient to control it, but their current abilities could also become unstable.”
It wasn’t an unfounded concern.
Finn understood immediately—after all, he knew how many layered qualities the Dying Will Flame possessed. To master it fully, or even to manifest it beyond a surface level, would demand both immense talent and time.
And those were things not every adventurer had.
Forget talent—even just time was something most of their Familia lacked.
Sure, everyone in the Loki Familia had already achieved Level 2, but reaching that milestone didn’t mean they could rest easy. It was only the beginning.
“You’re right,” Finn agreed. “Your concern makes perfect sense.”
He’d love to see every member of the Familia gain this power—their overall strength would skyrocket—but they couldn’t ignore the reality of individual aptitude.
Tiona and Tione could handle it because they were prodigies to begin with. For the rest, it might be impossible.
“Talent is what divides people,” Finn said simply. “And like magic, this power clearly depends on an individual’s magical potential.”
He turned to the sisters.
“So, after your Status update, I assume your Magic stat increased dramatically?”
“Six hundred twenty-three,” Tiona said bluntly.
“Seven hundred forty-one,” Tione added.
Finn let out a low breath. That was… a lot.
Still, given the precedent Tsuna had already set, he wasn't that surprised anymore.
“Definitely a talent-heavy power,” he said. “Holding off on spreading it makes sense. Below Level 3, it’s better not to split their focus.”
Every kind of power had its limits.
Physical limits could be pushed through training and harsh conditions—something Tsuna excelled at creating. But powers that required deep innate talent? Those could only grow with what one was born with.
Finn understood that well.
Magic was the clearest example of innate ability. And even among those born with that gift, only the ones with exceptional Magic stats could truly reach the top.
If they encouraged every Familia member to chase this new power, most would probably lose sight of their own strengths.
Rather than have everyone fixate on it, it was better to let most of them keep honing what they already had.
Once they’d dug out their own potential—then they could explore other forces like the Dying Will Flame.
“So, how exactly do we test it?” Gareth asked, curiosity written all over his face.
"It's actually pretty simple," Tsuna replied.
“I’ll use the Dying Will Flame to stimulate the energy within your body. That’ll let me determine which attribute suits you best.”
“I’m especially curious about what kind of attribute you’ll have, Finn.”
“Oh? And you’re not curious about mine, kid?” Gareth chuckled, pointing at himself.
That made Tsuna laugh. "Actually, I already have a good guess about you, Gareth."
“Based on what I’ve seen, I’d say yours will be Lightning.”
“Where I come from, Lightning is seen as the attribute of someone who becomes a lightning rod to protect others.”
“Your attack power’s impressive, but I think being the shield that stands in front of danger suits you even better.”
“Oho~ is that so?”
Gareth chuckled, amused. The explanation wasn’t wrong—dwarves were often the type to charge forward, shield in hand, protecting their allies. Being a “lightning rod” for others fit perfectly.
“Alright then, I’ll go first.”
He slipped on one of the larger custom-made rings. As he spread his fingers, Tsuna summoned a spark of his own Dying Will Flame to guide the process.
Gareth, a seasoned adventurer who had long accepted his role on the battlefield, needed only a small nudge before his ring flickered to life.
Arcs of green lightning danced across its surface—while all the other rings stayed still.
As expected.
“Well, would you look at that,” Gareth said, watching the arcs with a grin. “Guess I really am built to take the hit.”
He had to admit, it felt fitting—maybe even a bit of a racial bonus.
“Alright, Finn. You’re up.”
“Yeah,” Finn said, stepping forward. “My turn.”
Under everyone’s watchful eyes, he slipped on his own ring.
As Tsuna guided the energy, the ring on Finn's finger ignited—not with one color, but three.
Sun, Storm, and Rain.
Chapter 139 – Recruiting Astraea
“A completely new kind of power… no, it’s more accurate to say it comes from another world.”
The moment Astraea saw Loki flaunt that strange power, she understood—it wasn’t of this world. That raw, primal energy had no connection whatsoever to their reality.
After showing off for a bit, Loki extinguished the flame on her ring and smiled.
“You’re right. It really is a power from another world.”
“!?”
Astraea’s body trembled slightly, her expression flickering with surprise.
“You’re serious?”
“I’ve always been serious.”
“So… it’s that child?”
“Mm.”
Astraea exhaled softly. She hadn’t expected something this absurd to actually happen in the lower world.
“Never thought someone could really come from another world.”
“I thought such a thing was flat-out impossible.”
“Yeah. No matter how much you try, it’s just not something we can do.”
Loki nodded in full agreement. She herself knew perfectly well that none of them could ever pass through the World Bubble to another world.
“Not just me—none of us can do it.”
“The World Bubble protects what’s inside and completely shuts out the outside.”
“The wall between worlds is far thicker than anyone imagines. With our power alone, we can’t break through it—hell, we can’t even make a crack.”
"But Tsuna did it, without even realizing it."
She remembered that night a month and a half ago, when she'd seen it happen for the first time—how a rift opened up in her bathroom, and Tsuna literally fell through it.
Especially the way he’d brought material from his world into theirs… it had been obvious then. Loki suspected that he’d somehow opened the boundary himself.
And that was exactly why she’d started thinking about pulling him into her Familia.
Loki turned her gaze back toward Astraea.
"Astraea, Tsuna wants to spread that power to your children too—and to you."
Astraea’s eyelid twitched. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, though.
“So you’re the one who dragged me into this?”
She doubted Tsuna himself would've invited her directly. The culprit had to be Loki.
Loki didn’t even deny it. Instead, she placed a silver ring in front of Astraea.
“Astraea, I really do mean this sincerely.”
“This is… the ring that kid made?”
At first glance, it looked like an ordinary ring. But the moment Astraea laid eyes on it, she could sense Tsuna's unique power woven into it.
“It’s designed to resist Charm.”
“Huh? Charm? You think Ishtar’s Charm works on me?”
“What about Freya’s, then?”
Astraea fell silent. She wasn’t one of those three pure virgin goddesses with absolute resistance.
Ishtar’s Charm had no effect on her—not because Astraea was immune, but because Ishtar’s power was crude and forceful, like using a blunt weapon for delicate work.
But Freya’s was different.
Freya’s Charm was far stronger, no matter how much Ishtar refused to admit it.
“Astraea, we gods don’t die—not even if the surface is wiped out.”
“But what about your children?”
“Will you just stand there and watch them die again?”
Loki’s words struck her silent.
If she could’ve watched her children perish with dry eyes, she never would’ve risked being banished to the heavens just to protect them before.
Even if the lower world was destroyed and the gods vanished with it, they’d eventually revive in the heavens.
But the children? Once they died, that was it.
“So, you’re planning to use the other world as a safety net?”
“And that child—will he agree to it?”
“If he didn’t agree, would he have started spreading that power at all?”
So both sides had already been thinking the same thing.
Astraea paused for only a moment before realizing the truth.
"That's right. Tsuna's world is facing its own crisis too."
“He didn’t go into details, but his actions made it clear enough.”
“How else could a ‘normal world’ give birth to such a power?”
“He’s been working to strengthen his own energy as well.”
“Of course, that was the plan we made—back then.”
“Back then?”
Astraea looked at Loki in confusion. Loki nodded without hesitation.
"Yeah. That was the choice Tsuna and I made before."
“~He probably doesn’t realize it yet, but you should understand why we had to make that decision.”
I should know?
Astraea frowned, puzzled.
Then her mind started to race.
If it was something she should know, that meant Loki had already given her the clue.
And that clue lay in what Loki had said earlier—when she’d first flaunted that foreign power.
Astraea had assumed it was just showing off, but that display had also proven something deeper.
Why could Loki wield the power of another world?
By all logic, that shouldn’t have been possible.
People from different worlds could only use their own world’s energy. Their physical and spiritual natures were entirely different.
Mortals from the lower world were bound by that rule—gods, even more so.
And yet, reality had defied that law.
Someone who shouldn’t have been able to control such power was using it freely.
That meant the two worlds had begun to overlap—that their energies were now directly influencing one another.
So how had those two worlds become connected?
The answer was already clear.
“The worlds have begun to intertwine.”
“You gained that child’s world’s power through that connection—just as he was accepted by this one.”
“The established future of both worlds has already been rewritten.”
“Their link is growing stronger… and the course of fate has already changed.”
“No wonder you want me on board.”
Astraea’s voice softened, but her eyes gleamed with understanding—and a hint of resolve.
Chapter 140 – Unchanging Destruction, Shifting Hope
“So, Loki—what exactly do you need me to do?”
Astraea took a deep breath and picked up the silver ring from the table. She had accepted Loki’s invitation.
Whether for her children or for this world itself, joining in was the best choice she could make.
No matter how one looked at it, the world’s trajectory had already started to bend—warped by the influence of another world.
And after witnessing how this world had begun to absorb the essence of that foreign power, Astraea was now certain that what Loki had seen was real.
"I need you and your Familia to fully support Tsuna."
“He’s bound to become the center of the world’s transformation—to be the one who tilts its balance. That much is already clear from the power he holds.”
"At the very least, compared to the child who's destined to become a Hero in the future, I believe Tsuna is far more qualified."
“In both potential and strength.”
Astraea couldn’t tell whether Loki was exaggerating, but she couldn’t deny what she’d witnessed.
That boy had saved her children effortlessly, even though his own level wasn’t enough to match theirs. Not even Adventurers stronger than them could’ve pulled that off.
That power of his—it was unique, something only he possessed.
And that alone meant he had the potential to leap across levels with ease, standing toe-to-toe against enemies far beyond him.
Even so, Astraea found her attention caught on a single word Loki had said earlier—“future.”
She frowned slightly. “You said ‘future’? So, you’ve seen the Egg of the Future?”
Loki shook her head.
"What if I told you that everything I know about the 'future' actually comes from what Tsuna knows?"
“What he… knows?”
Astraea blinked, then realization dawned.
“You mean… fragments of this world’s future have been reflected in another world? That’s why the boy can see what’s to come?”
“Something like the divine tales of universal world resonance…”
“The world’s future has become a story passed down in another world.”
Loki nodded lightly—but then she added something that made Astraea tense.
“Astraea, what happens when a world approaches its end?”
“It stops changing.”
The answer came almost automatically.
Then Astraea froze. Her face stiffened as the meaning hit her.
“So… that wasn’t just a glimpse of the future—it was a vision of a world already doomed to end?”
The closer a world drew to its demise, the more fixed its path became.
That destruction brought forth stagnation—a state of “unchanging.”
Once the script of the world’s fate was written, no matter how events unfolded, there would only be one ending: destruction.
When a world reached that point, it stopped changing entirely. That was the law of all worlds.
But now, with the intrusion of another world, change had returned—and that meant this world had already been locked in a state of “unchanging” before.
Cold sweat began to bead on Astraea’s forehead.
“A world locked into an ‘unchanging’ script… that’s a path that leads only to ruin.”
“So the future that child saw—it was that inevitable conclusion?”
Loki nodded slightly. That was exactly what she meant.
An unchanging future could only lead to destruction—because destruction was the one constant that never changed.
To create life, to give hope, the world needed change. Countless variables had to alter its course, steering it away from the scripted end.
Only then could it escape the road to ruin and head toward a new, ever-shifting future.
Change was life itself.
“An ‘unchanging’ future is destined for destruction. Only a ‘changing’ future can hold hope.”
"I think the same goes for Tsuna's original world."
“That’s why he and I meeting—it was fate.”
For a world that had already started to solidify into “unchanging,” Loki’s encounter with that boy had truly been destined.
“I see now.”
Astraea finally understood everything.
Sure, Loki had her own selfish reasons for pulling her in—but what she said was true.
The “unchanging” future of this world had begun to shift. And that was a chance they couldn’t waste.
Still, there was one word Loki had used that lingered in Astraea’s mind—“Hero.”
“And the child you mentioned—the one destined to become a Hero?”
“The orphan left behind by the Hera and Zeus Familia.”
Loki didn’t hesitate to answer. Astraea didn’t seem too surprised.
“So, they haven’t given up yet?”
“I thought their last failure would’ve made them face reality.”
Loki made a face.
“If they could give up, they wouldn’t be Hera and Zeus.”
“I’ve always suspected their sudden retreat from the Labyrinth City wasn’t out of despair—it was intentional. They wanted to preserve the spark of the future.”
“Still, they probably don’t know about the ‘unchanging’ world. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have chosen that path.”
If Hera and Zeus had known that the world’s fate had already been set in stone, they might never have bothered to raise another so-called Hero.
But Loki doubted anyone knew. Everything had been unfolding exactly as the world’s “script” dictated.
Without someone from outside the system to reveal that destiny, no one would ever realize how wrong it all was.
And that supposed “reason” everyone lived by—that was the real illusion.
Which was why Loki had no particular interest in that child destined to become a Hero.
Now that Tsuna had injected "change" into this world, its once-fixed future had begun to bend.
Naturally, even that future Hero’s fate could now shift with it.
Loki smirked. She seriously doubted that her little shorty would ever cross paths with that so-called destined Hero.
"There's no need to worry about the future. My Tsuna is the present."
Her smug grin was impossible to miss.
Astraea couldn’t help rolling her eyes. “You’re insufferable sometimes, you know that?”
Still, she couldn’t deny her curiosity.
“Loki, the one who’ll take in that ‘Hero child’—who is it?”
Loki paused for a moment… then finally said the name.
“Hestia.”
