Without Loki's interference, the celebration between the three of them was a lot of fun. Hestia even immediately entered into a drinking competition with Hephaestus. Altair himself did not drink alcohol, because even before being thrown into this world, he did not like to drink. After being in this world, he wanted to drink even less, as alcohol only caused trouble!
Only by staying fully sober could he do something to his beloved wife, Hestia, while he was drunk.
Yes, that meant picking up the drunk Hestia and carrying her home!
"Well, Hephaestus-sama, I'll be going home first."
Altair, who was carrying the sleeping Hestia, said goodbye to Hephaestus.
"Hmm, please take good care of Hestia, Altair."
"Of course, she is my beloved wife."
Hephaestus, as Hestia's best friend, naturally knew about Altair pursuing Hestia.
"Haha, Hestia is really lucky to meet you, Altair."
Looking at Hestia who was lying on Altair's back with both hands around his neck, Hephaestus smiled enviously.
"Alright, I'm going home too. See you again."
"Goodbye."
Escorting Hephaestus who turned around and left, Altair spoke softly.
"My beloved wife, let's go home."
"Hmm."
Hestia, who should have been sleeping, replied.
It turned out that her drunkenness was just an act. During dinner last night, Hestia was too busy praising Altair in front of Hephaestus, which irritated Hephaestus and challenged her to drink all night. Hestia, who didn't want to drink all night, finally pretended to be drunk and gave in. Hephaestus knew, but as a friend, she didn't spill the beans and let Altair take her home.
Altair fixed Hestia's position on his back so that her petite body would rise a little. Hestia also cooperated by crawling higher while wrapping her arms around Altair's neck and resting her head on his cheek.
Enjoying the soft touch of Hestia's cheeks rubbing against his, Altair supported Hestia's smooth thighs with his hands. In the darkness of the night, he walked towards his Familia headquarters.
Although carrying his wife while walking at night was fun, Altair knew better than to linger around at night in Orario. So he quickly returned to the base, took a quick shower, and then took his wife to bed.
Altair had a very clear attitude towards Hestia... that of loving and spoiling her. After coming to this world and getting a wife he loved, of course he would spoil her wholeheartedly. Although Hestia was always clingy to him, Altair never did anything that crossed the line. He was in no hurry.
At most, every night they slept in the same bed, with Altair lying on his side while holding Hestia's petite body in his arms. However, every morning, he would wake up with Hestia who was like an octopus, clinging to his body, often even with saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth, leaving a spot on his chest.
In terms of sleeping position, Hestia was not exactly good.
Like the previous days, after the night passed, Altair woke up to see the familiar ceiling, as well as feeling the familiar pressure on his body.
Yes, it was still the same as always.
Looking at his watch to confirm that it was time to get up, Altair slowly lifted Hestia off his body and covered her with the blanket.
The sleeping Hestia let her long black hair loose, not tied in a twin ponytail as usual, making her look like a cute long straight-haired girl.
After caressing Hestia's cute cheeks, Altair started his new day.
He went to their simple kitchen and started cooking something.
Speaking of which, Altair had to admit that Grey Wolf was truly exceptional. His housekeeping skills were top-notch, especially in cooking as he often failed to catch sheep, so to satisfy the appetite of his wife, Red Wolf, Grey Wolf became the best chef in the grassland.
Inheriting Grey Wolf's wisdom, Altair also inherited his household skills, so his cooking skills were really great.
After quickly preparing some bento to eat, Altair went straight into his study.
The basement of the church was not spacious, it only consisted of four rooms, Altair and Hestia's bedroom, their bathroom, the kitchen which was combined with the dining room, and lastly, Altair's study.
This was the place where Altair made equipment. All the firearms he used were made here. Before entering the dungeon, Altair always prepared the equipment he needed here.
Initially, simple weapons like pistols and bullets were enough, but later they evolved into RPG and high-explosive grenades. However, Altair knew that the deeper he went into the dungeon, the stronger the monsters would be. While using firearms was still possible, the number of bullets he would need would increase.
Dungeons aren't just places where you fight on the way down, but also on the way back. Altair is alone, so as you can imagine, the deeper he goes, the more equipment he has to carry. Hestia Familia only has one member, which is himself, and as a Level 1 adventurer, he can level up by hunting on the first 10 floors. However, after reaching Level 2, he had to go deeper, which meant he had to carry more equipment. Altair had no storage space, so he would be overwhelmed. Therefore, he needed to update his equipment.
Hopefully, he would acquire skills related to storage space, such as bags that could store items.
In this world of sword and magic, Altair was the first to use firearms, telling adventurers that times had changed.
And now, Altair was determined to make these times change even faster!
After sitting down, Altair immediately took out a pouch from the drawer. The pouch was full of magic stones... the results of hunting in the dungeon, selected with the same size.
Since it was called a magic stone, it must contain magic power. If it contains magic, it means that this power can be used, right? Otherwise, why would the Guild spend money to buy these stones?
So, could it be that he was utilising the magic power in these stones?
Altair's new direction of research to create weapons was to extract the magic power from the magic stones, convert it into magic bullets, and then use them to attack.
Yes, Altair was planning to make a magic machine gun today!