At the familiar pub, the waitress blinked in surprise as she saw me enter with Miss Sera. Still, with a professional smile, she quickly guided us to an empty table.
Once we were all seated, she turned to me with a grin. "The usual, Sir Alve?"
Miss Sera glanced at me, curious. "What's your usual order?"
"Bread and Orc Meat Soup," I answered simply.
A soft smile curved her lips. "That's also my go-to meal here."
I turned to Mom and Dad. "Want to try it? I can assure you—it tastes great."
"Sure," they both nodded.
"And for the drink—cold ale, Sir Alve?" the waitress asked.
I looked to my mom. "Would you like something to drink?"
She frowned slightly. "Isn't that just beer?"
Shaking her head, she added, "No, I'll have something light."
"We also serve herbal buttermilk made from elven forest herbs," the waitress offered helpfully.
"Hmm… that should be good," Mom agreed.
I gave the order. "Three cold ales and two herbal buttermilks."
"Hey, big bro, don't tell me one of those ales is for—" Lily started, annoyed.
"I don't think you'll like the taste. But ask Mom and Dad first," I said, casting a knowing glance at them.
Lily pouted. "Mom, Dad! This isn't fair! Big bro is only a year older than me!"
Dad sighed and gave in. "Alright, make it four cold ales."
The waitress jotted it down with a nod and left.
Looks like Dad gave in without much resistance...
Mom turned to me with a raised brow. "So you've been drinking beer here?"
"Uhh… about that…" I scratched my cheek, then quickly looked toward Dad. "How about we change the topic?"
Dad cleared his throat and nodded. "Actually, there's something I've been meaning to ask. Your eyes—they've returned to normal now. But what I don't understand is... how did we get here?"
I leaned back in my seat. "Summoning requires a lot of mana. I think my body reacted to the influx. But as for _why_ we were summoned… I've got no idea."
Miss Sera nodded in agreement. "That's true. This time we don't know who summoned you or for what reason. Last time, it was the Witch—Lady Emma. But now…"
She looked at me. "Did you ask the Saint, Lady Sera?"
"I did," I replied. "But even she doesn't know. She hasn't been able to talk with Goddess Glyss."
"So, we're in the dark," Dad concluded.
"For now, yes," I admitted. "But I'll find out. I _will_ figure out the reason behind this."
Because deep down, I already knew—
**Goddess Glyss** was behind all of this.