Peach Love

"War Games weren't very common, but whenever one happened, it drew attention. Not only would the Gods come join the spectacle for fun, but even Orario's residents could watch the excitement together with the Gods' help.

So, Broly, this is a good chance for you to clear your name. I want you to use absolute strength to beat those bastards who look down on you flat."

"But wouldn't doing that raise our Familia's rating, causing our Familia level at the Guild to increase and, in turn, raising our income tax?"

"Yes, it would. Although Apollo had bad intentions this time and set his sights on Bell, the fact that other Adventurers saw you as a pretty boy and deadweight on the Deep Floors expedition team still really ticked me off. So what if the income tax goes up? Bell, you agree too, right?"

"Yes, I do."

"So don't worry about the income tax. Go make your name known!"

Those had been Hestia's exact words before the War Game began.

They made Broly abandon his plan to put on a hard-fought victory in order to keep the Familia's rating low.

"Place your bets! Who's betting on the Hestia Familia to win?"

"Ha, a War Game of two people against over a hundred? Is there even any suspense?"

"I'm betting on the Apollo Familia. Fifty thousand Falis."

"I'll put down a hundred thousand on the Apollo Familia."

"Hey, hey, hey! If all you guys bet on the Apollo Familia, can this game even keep going?"

The tavern owner running the private betting pool wore an unhappy expression.

"Won't you consider the Hestia Familia? Their odds are much higher."

"Ha, what choice do we have? The Hestia Familia can't win. No matter how high the odds are, if they can't win money,