My Family in the Novel?

Waking up once again, I found myself alone in my room.

The good thing was that the pain throughout my body was gone now.

'But seriously though, did she really have to make me her catalyst?'

'Can't she just use sis's energy for that? Is she punishing me or something?'

I got up quickly and noticed that I was completely naked.

'Did they not even bother to dress me up after the summoning ritual or whatever'

But now that I look at it, it seems all the runes embedded on my body was gone now.

"Wow! You probably could put Zeus to shame if he sees that."

Surprised by the voice that came from behind me.

I turned around and saw a young boy with black hair and completely golden eyes that somehow reminded me of Analise.

I would've found his appearance quite cute if not for the fact that he's staring at my sword right now.

"Y-you, who are you, and please stop staring."

"Haha, sorry, got ahead of myself there. My name's LOKI, the Norse pantheon's god of mischief, trickery, and deception. Nice to meet you, Ian Astrea."

He introduced himself with a slight bow while making small eye contact with me. The aura that exuded from his body indicated that he was indeed telling the truth, as I could sense divinity from his words.

Why is a god like him even here? Dad did mention that he was friends with one of the gods from the Norse pantheon, but I didn't expect it to be Loki, though. Is he part of the plan?

"So, you're that Loki?"

I said while looking at him up and down.

I was actually expecting Loki to look like a tall, handsome man with slightly long black hair, wearing a green Asgardian armored suit with a helmet that has huge pointy horns.

Not a child in his pants...

I guess I consumed too much media and cinema, huh.

"The one and only," he said proudly while tapping his chest.

"The one that impregnated a horse?"

"We don't talk about that!"

Loki exclaimed in embarrassment, getting closer to me while covering my mouth with both his hands. He looked rather ridiculous floating in mid-air in front of me, with a panicked look written across his face.

'This really isn't something you would expect to see from a god.'

"Seriously, why do humans make up the most absurd stories about the gods… Though most of it were true though…" grumbled Loki in a hushed voice.

'I guess that story about him impregnating a horse was true huh? Does that mean most mythological stories about the gods were true then? How interesting…'

It seems my gaze both suspicious and intrigue got under Loki's skin too much as he changed the subject right away.

"A-anyways dress up already, your aunt is waiting for you at the dining room"

Realizing that I was still completely butt naked while a floating child was right next to me, did I only realize how creepily disgusting the whole situation looked.

"U-uhm can you please stop staring at me?"

"Oh oops. Sorry couldn't help it" said Loki as he scratched his head.

As I was making my way to the large wardrobe by the side of my bed Loki called out to me.

"Hey what are you doing?"

"Dressing up?"

'Can't he see the obvious?'

"Don't tell me your parents didn't teach you divine garment yet?"

"Teach me about what?"

"This"

SNAP!

With a snap of his fingers, my body was engulfed in an intense glow of golden light, a brief spectacle of radiant energy that transformed my attire and overall appearance.

In the blink of an eye, I found myself clad in a meticulously tailored, luxurious black suit.

The ensemble exuded sophistication, complemented by the presence of an exceptionally handsome watch that outshone even the most prestigious timepieces from my previous world.

Surveying myself in the mirror, I marveled at the impeccable styling of my hair, which now bore the refined essence of a distinguished CEO from one of those captivating office dramas seen on television.

The transformation was nothing short of remarkable, prompting a subtle whistle of appreciation to escape my lips.

With a mischievous grin, Loki inquired.

"Like it?"

Astonished by the sudden transformation of my attire, I responded with an enthusiastic.

"Yes"

Curiosity sparked; I couldn't help but question.

"But wait, you can use divine energy to manifest clothes?"

The realization struck me – this ability could have proven incredibly useful during my college days, especially when I found myself rushing to classes, grappling with the daily dilemma of selecting the perfect outfit.

Recollections surfaced of my ex-girlfriend playfully pointing out my repetitive wardrobe choices, a predicament that might have been effortlessly alleviated with such divine sartorial skills.

"Yes, divine energy—no matter its concept or origin—finds its roots in the very essence of creation itself. To wield it, all you have to do is access its memories, extract it, calculate the requisite energy, and compress it carefully to prevent it from overpowering or consuming your own divinity. Then, you can use it to manifest and create various things, like this."

As Loki elucidated the process, I found myself in awe of the intricate nature of divine energy manipulation. Expressing my amazement but at the same time….

"That sounds a lot more complicated than I imagined."

Loki, with a hint of frustration, responded.

"I know, right? It's exasperating to think that gods of creation can perform these feats by instinct. Why wasn't I born with the concept of creation?"

The whimsical complaints of a god added a touch of humor to the conversation.

"I think your concept is more than plenty enough"

Loki turned out to be quite different from my preconceived notions.

Among all the gods I had encountered, he appeared to be the most nonchalant.

His demeanor lacked the typical arrogance that gods often displayed when dealing with mortals.

Instead of casting disdainful glances, Loki regarded me with an expression akin to that of an uncle looking at his nephew, a surprisingly reassuring demeanor.

Meeting gods with Loki's disposition was a refreshing change.

I'd gladly opt for encounters with such gods any day over the prickly and irritating deities like Ra or others of the sort.

"Does that mean essentially all gods can access the divinity of creation?"

"Yes, but only a small amount of it, around 0.01 perhaps? Only gods of creation have the privilege to use and access it too its full potential"

"I see, I guess I should ask sis or aunt to teach me later"

Chuckling slightly Loki floated behind me and pushed me forward.

"Now let's go your aunt has a lot if things to tell you"

….

"Good morning, Adrian, or should I say good afternoon now, fufu," my aunt chuckled a little.

"Yes, good morning as well, Aunty… And Charlotte?"

I turned to the side and saw a woman dressed in a princess-like white dress.

Her crimson hair and eyes complemented the dress, enhancing her already beautiful figure and face.

She appeared slightly startled, fear evident in her eyes, and her mouth trembled a little.

"G-good morning to you as w-well, y-young master A-Adrian. I hope you had a good rest"

She stammered, with hiccups interrupting her words.

I guess it makes sense, considering the lady—or perhaps the lady with the large crow head next to her.

"Yes…."

'Why is she even here? I was pretty sure I left her back at Sis' pocket domain'

"Master!!!"

Suddenly, a person grabbed me from behind, and I immediately recognized who it was based on her soothing warm voice and a scent reminiscent of flowers in an open field in the forest.

"Meralda."

I turned around and hugged her, and in turn, she hugged me even tighter.

Well, this was unexpected.

I never would've thought that there would come a day that Meralda would be this open in her care about me.

She seemed to be slightly teary as well as she continued to hug me.

"Thank you master"

She said in a hushed voice.

"…. Thanks?"

She just smiled while looking up at me, the gentle and loving look she had, only added more confusion for me.

'Since when was she this affectionate for me?'

'Did something happen?'

'And why is she thanking me all of a sudden is she that relieved about me waking up?'

"Okay…. Spare the small talk later Meralda, we have a lot of things to talk about Ian"

"I-I'm sorry Lady Avian…. I shall take my leave now"

Bowing her head in apology Meralda quickly left the room in a rush, even Loki who was whistling in mid air left the dining room.

The doors closed on their own, and now only Aunt, Charlotte, and I were left in the room.

If anyone were to see Charlotte right now, one would think only two people were here, as she looked so pale in nervousness that she almost seemed like a translucent ghost.

"Don't worry about her, Adrian. I took a liking to her back at Nyarla's domain, so I made her mine."

It seems Aunt noticed me staring at Charlotte with a curious gaze and provided me with an answer. But...

"Did you just say you claimed her because you took a liking to her? She's not a toy, you know."

"Of course, that's not all, you know. This kid's got a lot of potential, especially her metamorphosis. You should've seen her transform into a flock of crows; they were really beautiful."

So basically, you liked her because she can transform into a crow.

I just stared at her in silence, not knowing what to say back to my aunt.

Suddenly, the door opened once again, and the moment I turned around, all I saw were massive, huge bundles of fluffiness, breasts bouncing up and down coming straight at my face.

"Father~!"

Elaniel exclaimed while hugging me so tightly that I could feel my bones breaking at any point, my head now completely inside her ample melons.