"You deliberately spread the news that Phrynie was dead. Wasn't that just so I would let my guard down?
But ever since I learned that child intended to help you, I haven't relaxed for even a moment. After all, I have never underestimated that child.
His arrangements would indeed have increased your chances of victory by several points. But the moment you agreed to enter this contest with me, you had already lost.
Because from beginning to end, the only person who made me feel threatened was that child. As for you, Ishtar, you were never much of an adversary to me."
Watching Freya deliver such soul-crushing words in an utterly calm tone and with an air of superiority, Ishtar instantly exploded with rage!
She viciously smashed the smoking pipe she had cherished into the ground. Her ample bosom heaved violently as her anger surged.
She had regarded the other woman as a formidable enemy, yet the other woman had never taken her seriously at all.
She had thought victory was already within her grasp, but she had never expected everything to be under the other woman's control.
As fellow "Goddesses of Beauty," Ishtar had always loathed Freya. How could she possibly swallow this humiliation after being mocked to her face?
"Freya, you think victory is already in your grasp, but how do you know that my trump card is limited to that magic unit?
Aren't you very confident in the Great Sage's abilities? Then do you really think that what he prepared for the Ishtar Familia is all there is?"
When the people watching throughout Orario heard Ishtar's declaration, they became even more excited.
The twists and turns of this War Game were so thrilling that they could not stop cheering.
The earlier crushing victory of the Hestia Familia