Chapter 11- Loki Family

While Akasha and Yara were talking with Syr, noises were heard at the entrance of the bar. Akasha turned his head to see a group of adventurers entering. 'A very diverse group, no doubt,' Akasha thought.

At the head was a woman without any of the attributes a woman should have. She had red hair tied in a ponytail and wore a black suit with blue stripes, walking with her eyes closed.

Beside her was a blonde boy. To her right was an elf woman, tall and with an aristocratic air. To her left was a dwarf with a large beard; Akasha looked at him and was reminded a bit of Vikings.

Behind them were a werewolf with an annoyed expression, a small elf following a beautiful young woman with blonde hair and eyes, and finally, a pair of Amazon sisters with somewhat contrasting appearances.

Akasha watched them for a few seconds and then looked away, his interest fading. Yara, on the other hand, looked at the adventurers who had entered with shining eyes. She tugged on Syr's sleeve, making her turn to look at her.

"Hey, Sister Syr, are they from the Loki Familia, right?!" she asked, shouting the last part and making everyone in the tavern turn to look at her, including the members of the Loki Familia who had just entered.

Syr smiled and nodded. "Yes, Yara, they are. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must go attend to them. Enjoy your meal," she said before leaving to prepare a table for them.

Yara looked at the members of the Loki Familia with stars in her eyes, making Akasha raise an eyebrow.

"Why are you so excited to see them? They're mortals just like you. They'll surely die if they make a mistake, something common among you humans," Akasha said, curious about Yara's behavior.

Yara snapped out of her awe and looked at Akasha with embarrassment on her face. She fidgeted with her fingers while avoiding his gaze.

"I... I know. But it's amazing to see how far they've come. Just look at them; they have top-tier armor, impressive weapons, and an imposing aura around them," Yara said in a low voice, looking at Akasha's face, only to find it emotionless.

Akasha looked at her for a while, saying nothing even as he continued eating his food. That was until he heard the werewolf from the Loki Familia speak.

"Hey, Aiz! Come on, tell everyone here about the tomato boy," the werewolf said loudly.

"Bete, leave it alone. It was our fault that minotaur escaped to the fifth floor of the dungeon," the tall elf said. But the werewolf, Bete, ignored her.

"Shut up, Riveria! Everyone should know how weak that brat was," Bete said before starting to laugh. "You should have seen him; he was covered in blood, looking like a walking tomato, ha, ha, ha."

Akasha ignored Bete and instead fixed his gaze on the short, white-haired boy, who looked like a rabbit and seemed no older than 15. The boy was trembling, his nails digging into his flesh, reflecting the pain he felt inside.

Before the boy could realize it, Akasha was sitting beside him, patting his back, terrifyingly surprising him. "AHHH!" he screamed unintentionally before covering his mouth with his hands.

Everyone in the tavern turned to look at them, but Akasha ignored them, his gaze fixed on the trembling boy.

"You have a pure soul, young one. An immensely beautiful soul to be in this mortal world," Akasha said in a low voice, so only the boy could hear.

Bete noticed the boy and started laughing even louder, pointing at him. "Look at this, ha, ha, ha! It's the tomato boy."

"You're a weakling, a crybaby who runs away at the first sign of danger. You should go back to your mother's teat if you plan to keep this up, idiot," Bete said after stopping his laughter, sounding clearly disdainful and arrogant.

The members of his group began to calm him down, feeling he had truly gone too far. Akasha noticed out of the corner of his eye that the white-haired boy was starting to cry, so he comforted him.

"Tell me, what's your name?" Akasha asked. The boy wiped his tears, trying to speak while his voice cracked. "Bell, my, my name is Bell Cranel, sir..."

"Akasha. You can call me Akasha, young Cranel," Akasha replied before raising his hand and stopping a beer mug that was heading straight for Bell's face.

Akasha looked at the mug and directed his gaze to the one who had thrown it. It was a rough-looking man with bulging muscles and an arrogant smile on his face as he laughed with his friends.

Squeezing his hand, Akasha shattered the mug into pieces as chains sprouted from the void and wrapped around the man. Everyone present was stunned by such a display, and some among them recognized the chains.

Several had been there when Akasha used the chains to bind the advisor Eina. Wisely, they remained silent while shrinking in their seats.

Akasha stood up and approached the man, leaving Bell dumbfounded as he stared at the chains. The bar's waitresses looked at the chains, analyzing them intently and trying to figure out where they had come from.

The bar's owner, Mama Mia, also had a serious expression. She, a level 6, felt danger from those simple chains. The goddess Loki and the other members watched as the chains danced around as if they were alive.

Akasha was oblivious to this as he stared directly into the man's eyes, causing him to tremble in fear—the instinctive fear an inferior species feels in the presence of a predator.