DanMachi: Heroic Epic of Emiya the Great Hero

"Maryu's title is [Demi Virgo], just like this name... she's an amazing healer," Ryuu said so.

The elven girl lightly leaned on Emiya's shoulder, her golden long hair hanging down, intertwining with the boy's deep crimson strands.

"However, Maryu's personality is actually very strong-willed. She said, when treating the injured people... she always wanted to destroy those who did such cruel things."

Maryu had an extreme side; choosing a hammer-spear instead of a staff as her equipment, when forced by circumstances to step into the vanguard, she would completely annihilate hostile enemies.

Ryuu was seriously speaking about her former companions.

The girl's eyes were especially bright, as if shining with the light of hope, yet also seemed somewhat moist.

Because of Ryuu's outpouring, Emiya also came to know many things about the Astraea Familia.

For example, the oldest and best-figured Maryu, although clearly having a "Holy Mother"-like temperament, actually loved acting spoiled the most.

From the orphanage days, the girl had to live as a mother or elder sister; perhaps because of this reason, she had a deep skill in playing the role of "younger sister" or "daughter."

Because the gap in image was too shocking, it was once prohibited by Kaguya and the others.

Listening to Ryuu's words, Emiya couldn't help but laugh as well.

"In the future, if I have a daughter, I can name her after them...", he said jokingly.

With a "swish," the elven girl's face instantly turned as red as a ripe fruit.

"Shirou, do you want a daughter?", the girl said shyly, her voice so small it was almost inaudible.

Emiya didn't miss the girl's murmurs, "Mm... I don't really have much thought about it..."

As for "children" and such, he still had no real sense of it now.

"If it's the first, then it should be called 'Alise'...", Feeling the warmth from the boy's body, Ryuu pressed her legs together, thinking so.

After a while, Ryuu spoke, her voice soft, "To be able to see them, it's so nice... it's just like a dream."

After today's battle ended, Ryuu realized why she hated the version of herself in this world. It was because of "jealousy."

That childish, stubborn, completely useless outside of fighting elven girl was the embodiment of her most beautiful memories engraved deep in her heart; at the girl's side were those cherished friends, and they could walk far, far together.

Ryuu was jealous of her past self, and at the root of that jealousy was her longing for her companions.

But now, having figured this out, Ryuu's heart instead became calm.

"I miss Syr and the others." Ryuu said softly.

The cute Syr, lively Anya, reliable Lunoire, sly Chloe, and more companions at the tavern.

Ryuu now missed them especially much.

Emiya reached out and gently embraced Ryuu's shoulders.

"It's almost over. After the next battle, we'll go home," he said softly.

Outside the door, Alfia raised her hand to knock several times, but in the end still lowered it.

"Standing here all this time, is there something you need, Senior Alfia?", A voice came from the side.

Alfia turned around, seeing [Morgan], who had arrived here without her noticing.

She realized that because of that man, she no longer suffered from the torment of "noise," and her sensitivity to her surroundings had decreased.

"It's nothing," Alfia said, turning around, just about to leave.

"Alfia," Riveria suddenly spoke, seriously calling the other's name.

Alfia stopped, "What?"

"I owe you a favor," Riveria said.

At the end of the [Great Struggle] battle, Lv.5 Riveria participated in the subjugation battle against Alfia, and after the final victory, her level rose to Lv.6.

And now, after witnessing the full strength of [Silence], Riveria finally realized how much Alfia had held back in that battle.

Alfia slightly furrowed her brows, "I don't know what you're talking about."

What Riveria said was, to Alfia, something that had not happened yet and would not happen in the future, so naturally she couldn't understand the elven princess's words.

Riveria herself was aware of this, but her goal was only to be true to her heart; whether Alfia understood or not wasn't that important.

"In short, is there anything you need me to help with?", Riveria asked.

"No," Alfia said coldly, but soon thought of something, "Wait."

"You and that man, what's your relationship?", Alfia asked.

Riveria answered calmly, "Husband and wife."

"...", Seeing Riveria's natural attitude, for some reason, Alfia couldn't speak further, "It's nothing, just pretend I didn't say anything."

Riveria: "If you want to say something to him, go find him yourself, I won't interfere."

"...You don't care?"

"I just treat it as being in a dream now," Riveria sighed, "Besides, it's not his fault, so what is there for me to be angry about?"

'Moreover, even if I wanted to interfere, how could I possibly control it...', Riveria sighed inwardly.

In the Loki Familia she could still barely keep Tione and Ais in check; as for the useless elf, she had no expectations at all; the [Hostess of Fertility] tavern would have trouble sooner or later.

'And those Amazons from the Ishtar Familia and Kali Familia. I am tired, let it all be destroyed.'

"Besides, even if you don't go to him, I don't think those few seniors of yours will obediently do nothing," Riveria said faintly.

[Silence]'s expression changed, "Those few marriage-hungry old women..."

Alfia was 24 years old; she had not yet begun to feel the full power of the "curse of the Hera Familia."

All members of the Hera Familia were female, and except for one Meteria, all of the Familia's adventurers were unmarried, with not a single one having a romantic partner.

Once you joined the Hera Familia, you would never meet a good man again; because of this, their personalities would become increasingly irritable, making it even harder to find a partner.

To the point that, except for Alfia and Meteria, the female adventurers of the Hera Familia all had a special obsession with wedding dresses; they collected all kinds of wedding dresses, and some even made battle outfits resembling wedding gowns.

Alfia and her twin younger sister Meteria were the youngest little sisters in the Hera Familia, and above them, the youngest [Sword Saint] was already thirty-five, while the [Empress], [Celestial Fox], and [Stellar Bow] were even older.

Especially [Stellar Bow] Luna. Although her level was the lowest and her appearance small and cute, seeming like a little sister in front of the other seniors of the Hera Familia, in reality, she was only one year younger than Riveria, now already nearly ninety.

And including Luna, the top adventurers of the Hera Familia had never even been in love.

This was the curse of the Hera Familia. And the source of the curse, without a doubt, was the most notorious among the gods, the "strongest and fiercest, supremely cruel and destructively impulsive woman," Hera.

That great god Zeus had even fled in panic just because Hera showed a slight interest... however, Alfia felt that for Hera to even look at that old bastard god, she must have been a little desperate.

"This is the choice of [Fate]," Alfia made up her mind, her sister's last words echoing in her ears.

("Big sister, in the future when you have a child, can you give her my name?")

("I'll go first, big sister... I really wish I could stay with you longer.")

("Big sister, just for me, in the future, you must be happy.")

"I will fulfill Meteria's wish," Alfia said softly.

———

Alfia was walking in the corridor when suddenly, her steps stopped.

She was surrounded. Alfia immediately realized this.

A total of four figures appeared from both ends of the corridor, surrounding Alfia in the middle.

The person blocking Alfia in front was somewhat unexpected.

"Hippolyta, you came back so soon?", [Silence] lightly raised her brows.

From the labyrinth city to the [Great Tree Sea], a round trip took a month's travel; the Empress had completed it in less than three days.

"Mm, that scorpion has already been killed by me. My intuition told me that if I didn't come back now, I would miss something important," Hippolyta lowered her gaze, studying Alfia.

Being stared at by the [Empress] and the others, Alfia couldn't help feeling a bit nervous.

One important reason why the women of the Hera Familia were so eager to marry was that their faction had a "strength above all" atmosphere.

The Familia captain was the Amazon [Empress] Hippolyta, the main god was the extremely proud and competitive goddess Hera, and the high-ranking [Silence] Alfia was also competitive in nature; under the influence of these figures, the faction's direction naturally leaned toward strength supremacy.

It didn't go so far as the Amazon racial tradition of complete strength supremacy, stepping on the heads of the weak with contempt and bowing submissively to the strong. But at least for their partners, all members of the Familia required "at least stronger than me."

The only one married, Meteria, probably cared the least about this, but her marriage wasn't really an exception. Meteria's husband was undoubtedly the weakest first-tier adventurer in both groups and the only one who had ever lost to the [King].

But in any case, his level was Lv.5, whereas Meteria's physique was weaker than an ordinary person's.

As for [Silence] and the others, these Hera Familia adventurers, they were simply too strong.

Although tied with the Zeus Familia as "city overlords" of the age of the gods, the Hera Familia's strength was slightly higher; in such a situation, these women, especially the [Empress] and [Silence], could never find partners.

Some female adventurers of the Hera Familia had once pinned hopes on the [Hero], but when he realized their attention, that strongest man of the city fled back to his hometown overnight and married his childhood sweetheart.

So, as the glory of the Amazons, the only Lv.9 in history, the [Empress], in a sense, was also the shame of the Amazon race.

Alfia understood the anxiety of these old women like the [Empress], and also understood how great a temptation a man like "Heracles" would be to them.

Not to mention his debt of gratitude to female adventurers, just that [Golden Physique] was enough to make the [Empress] and the others lose their reason.

And Alfia's current actions were, in essence, sneaking ahead.

"What do you want to do...", Alfia asked somewhat nervously.

But Hippolyta and the others' reaction was beyond expectations.

"Are you planning to go meet that man like this?", The [Empress] said with some dissatisfaction, then, without another word, immediately acted.

"What's wrong? Wait, what are you doing—", The ones surrounding Alfia were several seniors of the Hera Familia; these people together could subdue even [Silence] instantly.

"Melvette, your figure is the closest to Alfia's. Lend her your extra gowns first," The [Empress] ordered.

[Sword Saint]: "No problem, I have several."

Hippolyta continued to arrange, "Mashiro, you take care of the makeup."

"Got it~ How about a 'pure and seductive' style? I feel it suits Alfia best," The fox woman chuckled, "I've also collected some nice gloves and stockings."

Hippolyta: "I have a particularly beautiful veil. Luna, go get it for me."

"Yes... My crystal high heels should also suit Senior Alfia well."

Pinned to the floor and having her mouth covered by her seniors, Alfia could only let out whimpers and cries.

———

Late at night, Emiya's room door was lightly knocked.

"...Alfia?", He was resisting the increasingly heavy drowsiness as time passed, but now, Emiya was fully awake.

Alfia was wearing an exquisite lace gown, the transparent lace sleeves and fine embroidery covering the smooth white fabric, setting off her snow-white skin and graceful figure.

The skirt was soft, swaying gently with her every step. Her silver-white long hair was pinned up, revealing the lines of her nape, adding a mature feminine charm.

White stockings tightly wrapped her slender legs, the fine patterns shimmering with a soft luster under the light. On her feet was a pair of transparent crystal high heels; through the clear surface of the shoes and the semi-transparent white socks, one could vaguely see the pearly white nail polish on her toes.

She wore almost no makeup, only a touch of bluish eyeshadow; Alfia's eyelashes were very long, her gaze slightly lowered, the upturned lashes like the spread wings of a black swan.

"May I come in?", Alfia asked softly.

"Please come in."

After Alfia entered, with a "click," the door was locked from the inside.

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