Chapter 73: The Outcome of the Game
"What exactly do you mean by this? I haven't done anything to offend you three women recently, have I? Why are you targeting me? Hestia, Loki, Freya!"
Apollo, unable to bear this humiliation any longer, angrily shouted.
"Hah? Target you?"
Hearing this, Loki was taken aback and looked at Apollo strangely.
"Apollo, you're really asking for trouble with that mouth of yours. I could get angry too, you know?" Freya said coldly.
"Hey! Apollo, when have we ever targeted you? It was your Familia who started provoking us!" Hestia said angrily.
"Hestia, just ignore him. It seems his brain circuits are malfunctioning. He's lost his ability to solve problems. To put it simply, he's gone mad. And this kind of disease is contagious!"
Blake calmly pulled Hestia back, sneering at Apollo as he spoke.
"Pfft!"
As Blake finished speaking, the adventurers who had been quietly watching the spectacle could no longer hold back and burst into laughter.
"Oh, Blake Silva, you're really to my taste. What do you think? Why don't you come join my familia? I'll even let you get closer to Ais!"
Lokie said with a smile, looking at Blake. Blake's words were exactly to her liking. Unknowingly, this raised the status of Loki's familia and Ais.
Meanwhile, Freya didn't speak, but her body trembled slightly as though enduring something, and a strange, faint blush appeared on her face. However, it was quickly suppressed, and she lowered her head slightly.
If you looked carefully, you could see the volcanic-like passion in her eyes.
Freya's feelings were really helpless...
Noticing Freya's change, Blake thought helplessly. He had only said that to thank Loki and Freya for their help. Though he didn't care about the game, they had still helped him.
However, Freya's inexplicable affection made it hard for him to accept.
"Loki! Don't think you can take my Blake away!"
Hestia immediately shifted her anger to Loki, grabbing Blake's arm and cautiously glaring at Loki as she gritted her teeth.
Watching this, Hephaestus covered her face in exasperation. She couldn't understand what was going on anymore. One moment they were arguing, the next moment, they were fighting over jealousy.
On Apollo's side—
Seeing that Blake mocked him again and was now using Loki's and Freya's support, Apollo's face darkened. However, he really couldn't argue with that statement, so the only thing he could do was deepen his hatred for Blake.
Unable to do anything to Loki and Freya, Apollo wasn't about to let Hestia and Blake go.
"Damned! For the third time, you provoke my gods! Don't get too cocky, Blake. I haven't settled the matter of you killing my familia members yet!"
Apollo's silence didn't mean his captain, Clio, would remain quiet. Clio had absolute loyalty and love for Apollo. Earlier, because it was a conversation between gods, he couldn't intervene.
After all, not everyone dared to confront a god like Blake head-on.
But now, he couldn't take it anymore. His handsome face twisted in anger as he shouted, placing his hand on the hilt of his sword, exuding a murderous intent.
"Shut up, do you have any right to speak here?"
However, the next moment, Blake's cold, crystal-blue eyes glanced at him, and his expression instantly froze. He didn't dare to move a muscle.
For some reason, Clio had a feeling that if he dared to intervene or act, he would die on the spot.
"....."
In the end, under the chilling gaze of Blake's crystal-blue eyes, Clio, feeling a cold shiver run down his spine, removed his hand from his sword. His previously imposing demeanor vanished, leaving him like a defeated dog.
This scene was witnessed by everyone. The adventurers watching couldn't help but look at Blake with awe and respect.
Ais, who had returned to Loki's side, also silently removed her hand from her sword's hilt. The Amazon sisters winked at Blake.
As for Ottar, his eyes narrowed. The murderous aura emanating from Blake was on par with his own. With such powerful killing intent, it was clear that he had killed countless monsters and humans. What baffled Ottar, though, was that despite all the bloodshed, Blake still maintained a soul so pure that it could make Lady Freya helplessly fall for him. His eyes were so clear.
Normally, after killing so many, one's eyes would show signs of madness. For example, Ottar's eyes did, but Blake's were different.
"Freya, as one of the judges, please announce the winner. I don't have time to waste with Apollo's familia. I'd rather go to the dungeon and earn some magic stones."
After scanning the reactions of everyone, Blake looked at the slightly odd Freya and said indifferently.
"You're right. We can't waste time."
Freya sighed lightly, recovering her composure and smiling as she agreed. She naturally played along with Blake and mocked Apollo once more.
"Freya, I hope you'll be fair. If not, it'll damage your reputation," Apollo said with a grim face, his eyes filled with cruelty as he glared at Blake. The time had come for him to vent his frustrations.
"Of course, if I'm unfair as a judge, it would harm the reputation of Freya's familia," Freya said with a strange smile after Apollo's reminder.
This made Loki open her eyes, watching Apollo mockingly. The adventurers around them also gave weird yet expectant looks.
The situation was getting more interesting, but the climax had just begun.
"Ottar, announce the result of the game," Freya said, her gaze briefly sweeping past the large man behind her before giving the command.
"Understood, Lady Freya."
Ottar, exuding immense presence, respectfully responded and then stepped forward, expressionless as he glanced at the ominous-looking Apollo and declared the result.
"This game, Hestia's familia wins."
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