Is It Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon?, Vol. 2 by Fujino Omori

had a firm grip on a hand being held out to her.
    Hestia could see the side of Bell’s face as he looked down at the girl and she looked up at him. He was smiling happily.
    Boom!
It was like a ton of bricks fell on Hestia’s head.
    She was already at her physical and mental limits, so this was the final blow. Bell, her last oasis, was holding hands and laughing with some girl who wasn’t her. The heavens had come crashing down to earth, leaving Hestia with a wound too deep to measure.
    Missing out on a chance to observe Bell with the supporter he had talked to her about, Hestia turned her back to them and took off running. This misunderstanding weighed heavily on her heart.

    “—Listen to this, Miach! Bell, he—he cheated on me!!”
    Slam!
Another empty glass hit the table as Hestia wailed tearfully.
    They were in a bar that stood a little ways off Main Street. The cramped, old wooden building was filled with mostly shabbily clad adventurers who were conversing in loud voices that weren’t very polite.
    She was drinking cheap alcohol alongside them, sitting at a table across from another god and reciting all the events that just transpired.
    “Cheating is very serious. I cannot imagine a situation where Bell would do such a thing.”
    The handsome man who spoke in a polite, calm voice was Miach. He had been listening to Hestia’s story very carefully, and interjected his opinion into the conversation. His worn-out, ash-colored robe fit in very well with the décor of the bar.
    Hestia and Miach were the lowest of the low—the poorest of all the gods living in Orario. This gave them a very strong bond.
Hestia Familia
was on such good terms with the potion-making
Miach Familia
that each of the gods knew about the other’s “children” in great detail.
    Hestia happened to run into Miach on the street and practically forced him to join her in drowning her sorrows in alcohol. Through all of this, Miach never once made an angry face as he lent the goddess his ears.
    “I saw them with my own eyes! They were holding hands, smiling, laughing! That’s proof; he’s guilty, guilty, guilty!!”
    “We don’t know Bell’s situation, so it could be something harmless. I think it’s too early to declare him ‘guilty’…And you’re not husband and wife or lovers to begin with, so going on and on about ‘cheating’ seems strange to me.”
    Hestia was too busy downing her next glass of alcohol to hear the second half of Miach’s words.
    She’s at it again today…
thought Miach with a sigh, his sea-blue hair shaking with his head.
    “Damn it! Just who is that girl anyway! Bell belongs to me; he’s mine! MINE!”
    “Now, now. You may be his goddess, but those words are tyrannical. Bell is no one’s possession.”
    “You think I don’t know that? Well, I do! I just wanted to say that; I’ve always wanted to say that!”
    “Are you already drunk?”
    “Yeeeep!”
    Hestia drank like she couldn’t stand being sober—as if she were showering in the stuff. In no time at all the table was covered in empty glasses and the reek of alcohol lingered in the air.
    The effects of the liquor hit the red-faced Hestia like a steel wall. Her eyes watered up again as she took in a massive breath.
    “WAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! Bell Bell BellBell BE—L—L! Don’t leave me alone—!”
    “H-hey! Quiet down, Hestia!”
    Even the composed Miach had to try to calm down the goddess; her cries were loud enough to interrupt every other conversation in the bar. All the eyes of other patrons were locked firmly on the two of them.
    “I’d live in a sewer if it would make you happy, you know! I love you that much! I want to share the same bed with you and rub my face all over your chest! I’d live on three pieces of bread a day if it made you smile—!”
    Miach shifted backward in his chair.
    “I love you, BELL!…Hee-hee-hee…Just once, I wanted to let the world know how I feel. Much better!”
    “I’m glad he wasn’t here for