Besides, if she fought two enraged goddesses, she would definitely get hurt a little. As long as she controlled her strength and made herself look miserable enough, pitiful enough, perhaps she could enjoy being carried back to her room by Qianyi, having him personally clean her wounds, bathe her when she had trouble moving, and provide such intimate care as letting his fingers stroke over her skin inch by inch.
As the three women argued fiercely around Qianyi and the atmosphere grew increasingly dangerous, Richard, several meters away, had already quietly retreated behind Qianyi, doing his best to move out of the potential line of fire.
Three goddesses—truly terrifying.
From what he knew of mythology, the last person to be targeted by three goddesses at once had been Paris, prince of Troy, and that prince's fate went without saying.
Because he had given the Golden Apple inscribed with the words "To the most beautiful goddess" to Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty, Hera and Athena had become dissatisfied, eventually leading to the fall of Troy.
Out of kindness, Richard looked at Qianyi and offered an indirect warning. "Archer's Master, though I have always admired those capable of wielding great power, I have to say—you really do have the face of a man doomed to woman trouble. And besides, are three Command Spells... really enough?"
"Situations like this do arise from time to time." Qianyi was long used to it. He then clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention. "Occasional quarrels within a band are, I think, a reasonable way to foster relationships. But arguing and fighting should at least be reserved for the proper occasion. There are quite a few old acquaintances of yours in this Holy Grail War."
"Old acquaintances?" Ishtar froze for a moment, then immediately closed her eyes and