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"Bang—!"
On the open-air balcony atop the Ishtar Familia's headquarters, an exceptionally loud shattering sound suddenly rang out and echoed through the surroundings.
A glass full of drink had been slammed heavily onto the floor, shattering into pieces.
Amber liquid splashed across the ground, filling the air with the sweet scent of alcohol.
Yet its perpetrator paid it no mind, gritting her teeth in fury.
"Despot... Despot... Despot..."
Ishtar kept repeating that title, hating it more with every repetition.
She still remembered how delighted she had been when she learned that Freyja had confessed her love to a man from the Lower World, only to be ruthlessly rejected.
As a Goddess of Beauty, a being capable of enchanting even male gods, she had actually been mercilessly rejected by a human from the Lower World. Nothing could have been more humiliating.
At least, that was what Ishtar believed.
Thus, the day she learned that Freyja's confession had been rejected could absolutely be called the happiest day she had experienced since descending to the Lower World.
"Aren't you all saying that bitch is prettier than me? Look at her. She couldn't even win over a child from the Lower World, could she?"
Ever since Freyja's confession had been rejected, those words had practically become Ishtar's catchphrase.
Whenever she ran into one or two acquaintances, Ishtar would certainly bring it up, viciously disparaging Freyja. She had even mentioned it during the Gods' Assembly held every few months, using it as a joke in the hopes of thoroughly embarrassing Freyja.
However, Freyja herself did not care in the slightest. Rather than taking it as shameful, she seemed delighted whenever the matter was brought up, always saying