Danmachi: The Sign In System!

Chapter 85 - Mage's Medal

"Phew, I'm exhausted," Hestia groaned, flopping onto the sofa like a deflated balloon. 

"Expanding a small Familia is tougher than I thought."

"No surprise there," Lili said, sprawling beside her, staring at the ceiling. 

"We're only recruiting female elves. That's a tall order."

Tifa, ever practical, set glasses of juice before them and Orsted, who'd returned shortly before.

Orsted raised an eyebrow. 

"Wait, not just elves, but female elves only?"

Hestia grinned, undeterred. 

"Exactly. You're the only male we need in this Familia, Orsted." 

"No other guys allowed."

"Absolutely," Lili chimed in, nodding vigorously. 

"Orsted-sama's enough. No other men for the Hestia Familia."

"I agree," Tifa added, her smile teasing as she glanced at Orsted. 

"An all-female Familia sounds perfect, don't you think?"

Orsted's mind screamed, 'Yes!' but he kept silent, his silence a grudging assent. 

Their logic was… uniquely their own.

Shifting gears, he retrieved the morning's work—a batch of magic items—and handed Tifa a pair of boots styled like Lili's. 

"Flying Cross," he said. 

"Boosts speed. Lili's wearing hers now."

Tifa's eyes sparkled at the glowing boots. 

"Magic items?"

Hestia clapped excitedly. "Try them on, Tifa!"

She harbored no jealousy over lacking one herself. 

Orsted had already given her a protective magic item, sufficient for a goddess without any duties.

Magic items were for adventurers, not to be wasted on her.

Tifa slipped off her old shoes and donned the Flying Cross, giving a lively hop. 

The motion drew eyes—Lili's, in particular, who glanced from Tifa's figure to her own, then to Hestia's, and back to herself. 

A wave of envy hit her.

"Grah! Take that, Oppai!" Lili lunged at Tifa, her playful tackle sparking chaos.

"Lili, stop!" Tifa squeaked, flustered.

Hestia laughed—until Lili, spotting her amusement, dragged her into the fray. 

The living room erupted into a tangle of giggles and mock struggles, the scene teetering on absurd.

Orsted took one look and went to his room.

Safely behind closed doors, he turned to the system. 

Meeting Eina at noon had triggered a sign-in, but he'd postponed it until now.

'Sign in!'

[Sign-in successful. Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Mage's Medal!]

"Mage's Medal?" Orsted frowned.

He probed its details. 

The Mage's Medal, a linking item from an unknown mage world, allowed a mage leader to amplify their team's magic by 100%. 

Crafted as a buff magic, it was a masterpiece.

Orsted's eyes gleamed. 

"Now that's something."

The Hestia Familia lacked pure mages currently. 

If in future, there is a mage team of Hestia Familia.

This medal could double their might, a game-changer. 

If revealed, it'd spark a frenzy—Riveria would lose her composure. 

Her Level 6 magic, already bordering Level 7, could hit Level 8 with this boost.

But Orsted wouldn't part with it. 

The Hestia Familia needed every edge.

"Hestia's got to recruit elves fast," he mused. 

"Their natural affinity for magic makes them ideal for this."

Elves, closest to nature, were magic's best conduits. 

A team of elven mages wielding the medal would elevate the Familia to new heights.

Eager to share, Orsted returned to the hall—only to freeze. 

The playful scuffle had escalated, the trio now a giggling, tangled heap. 

He retreated, deciding to broach the topic later.

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