One Hundred Against Two, the Advantage Is Mine!

Freya was on the verge of losing it, but Apollo failed to notice in the slightest. The god stood at the front of the venue, a magic stone spotlight focused on him.

"I, Apollo, welcome all of you to tonight's gathering. I wonder if I have managed to entertain you all?"

"Being allowed to bring our children to the banquet made this a wonderful evening."

The other gods' agreement was like needles piercing Freya's heart.

"Lady Freya?"

Broly looked in confusion at the goddess, who was gripping his hand tightly and exerting all her strength.

"Sorry, Broly. Did I hurt you?"

Freya realized she had lost her composure and quickly adjusted herself, giving the young man a somewhat forced smile.

"It didn't hurt, but it is a little regrettable that I didn't get to dance with you, Lady Freya. I hope there'll be another chance next time..."

After exchanging those pleasantries, Broly told Freya that he needed to return to Hestia's side.

"Then it's a promise for next time. I've made a reservation."

Only then did Freya reluctantly release the young man's hand.

At that moment, Apollo at the front of the hall arrived at the main event of the evening.

"I am delighted to have hosted so many guests, but as the host, I must now lodge an accusation against one particular goddess here. That's right, Hestia. A few days ago, her child severely injured one of mine!"

As Broly returned to Hestia's side, another magic stone spotlight shone down on them, illuminating him, Hestia, and Bell in the dimmed hall.

"Wait, Apollo. My child also came back injured. When it comes to getting hurt, shouldn't we call it even?"

Hestia stepped forward to refute him.

"Indeed."

Apollo agreed with Hestia's statement.

"If it had merely been an ordinary