Anime: A stranger who started from a wrong place

Hestia had told Hephaestus what was under the eye patch covering his right face before he arrived.

The goddess seemed to be worried that her child would ask about this matter out of personal interest.

This was a scar deeply engraved on her god friend, and the eye patch only covered the surface.

The real scar had already been deeply imprinted on Hephaestus’s heart.

——This is the taboo of the Goddess of Forge. It is inevitable that Hestia has such worries.

On weekdays, she can feel that her child does not have awe of the gods.

It is not disrespect.

It just treats herself and other gods equally.

In addition, this child always likes to act according to his interests.

It is entirely possible that he asked about Hephaestus’ right face out of curiosity.

And this will touch the scar of the heart of the Goddess of Forge.

The ruthless ridicule of the other gods in heaven has woven a dark shadow in her heart.

The light of the Goddess of Forge’s heart is shrouded by it and dimmed a lot.

If her child angered Hephaestus because of this, she would be very entangled.

On one hand, there is a god friend with countless years of friendship, and on the other hand, it is her first child.

In order to avoid this situation, Hestia has specially emphasized this matter.

However, Xia Ran’s behavior always exceeds Hestia’s expectations- he walked straight towards Hephaestus until he came to the goddess.

In her surprised and helpless eyes… decisively lifted the eye mask on her right face

“”Ran!”

Hestia was very anxious, thinking that her child was a little impulsive, and seemed to have seen the conflict that was about to happen.

Xia Ran did not respond to his Lord God for the time being.

He just carefully looked at the right face that Hephaestus had deliberately covered.

“It seems that the goddess didn’t hear me clearly before, so I will come closer and tell you”

“You are a goddess whose generosity and beauty I admire equally”

“Or – do you think this will make me take back my words?”

Looking at the marks on half of her face under the eye patch, Xia Ran could clearly sense the existence of the”concept”.

This is not a”scar”, but a loss at the”concept” level.

It is a mark that has existed since the birth of Hephaestus, and it is a symbol of her concept of”forging”.

Therefore, even the power of the gods cannot eliminate the incompleteness of this”concept”.

Unless…

Facing the gradually shaken face of the forging goddess in front of her, Xia Ran smiled gently.

He passed on all the words that he had not finished to her.:

“Now it seems that I am going to disappoint you.”

“I will never take back what I said.”

The firm and powerful words conveyed the master’s will to the stunned Hephaestus without reservation.

It is true that Xia Ran has a good impression of beautiful girls, but it is only on the surface.

No matter what race, the appreciation of beauty comes from the bones.

But more importantly, Xia Ran is such a person in terms of the recognition of its essence.

He will appreciate the beauty for the first time, but he will only recognize the beauty of the essence.

Hephaestus is undoubtedly the one who has won his recognition.

Whether it is the heartfelt care for his own main god.

Or the gentle words that do not hurt his dignity, these are enough to gain his recognition.

For the women he admires,

Xia Ran will never see them fall into self-denial and remain indifferent.

As for the”goddess’s taboos”, he will not even think about it.

Compared with caring about certain taboos, he is more obedient to his heart.

Seeing the self-deprecating goddess, he inexplicably felt unhappy in his heart, so he did it decisively.

He seems gentle on the surface, but in fact he has a strong”self” when doing things.

Do it if you are interested, and stop it if you don’t like it, that’s all.

Acting arbitrarily according to his own will, regardless of whether it interferes with other people’s thoughts or lives.

This is his essence, and it is also a kind of arrogance.

But he still has human nature and his own code of conduct.

Unlike the gods who completely enjoy pleasure, even by trampling and playing with the people of the lower world.

At this time, Hephaestus fell into the memories of the past because of Xia Ran’s words.

It was an experience full of pain and sadness, a memory that she denied.

In the heaven, there were gods who pursued her because of her appearance at first.

Although she did not have a good impression of these gods of the opposite sex, it is undeniable that their pursuit made her feel that she also had the charm of being a female god.

But later, starting from the first god who accidentally saw her full face, everything was completely reversed.

The initial admiration and pursuit turned into malicious ridicule and disgust later…

Therefore- even after forming his own family in the lower world, it has now become a first-class forging faction in Orario.

But somewhere in Hephaestus’s heart is still empty and empty…

Under the seemingly full appearance, there is an unspeakable loneliness.

That’s why she values her friendship with Hestia so much.

This petite friend of God is the only one who looks at the face under the eye mask without fear and disgust.

Hephaestus knows that the admiration and longing in the eyes of the children of his family are because they have not seen her true appearance.

She even gave up her consciousness as a female god and regarded herself as a pure craftsman.

But now a child has boldly lifted his eye mask for the first time.

I thought I would see familiar disgust and disgust, but he is completely different…

As a god, I can be sure that

I am extremely sensitive to that kind of sight and emotion due to past experiences.

But in this child’s eyes, there is no trace of that kind of malice, there is only appreciation and admiration from the heart.

Appreciate and admire myself like this?

Hephaestus can’t describe the emotions in his heart now.

His heart is beating violently, and an inexplicable heat is gradually rising from there.

His emotions are more boiling than before when he made a high-quality equipment.

The blood is running rampant in every corner of his body uncontrollably.

Gradually, Hephaestus was afraid to look directly into the eyes of the black-haired boy in front of him.

His face flushed, and he turned his head away slightly.

“I…I get it. Stop looking at me like that, kid.——”

The forging goddess, who has always been resolute, rarely admits defeat in a weak tone.

(ps: I would like to ask for flowers, collections, monthly tickets and reviews for my new book. I would be very grateful.)