Orsted understood Deter's veiled plea.
Though she didn't elaborate, her words hinted at trouble: despite abandoning her probe into Dionysus, her earlier actions weren't fully concealed.
Dionysus likely knew, and his retaliation against her Familia lood.
Without aid, her Familia would suffer.
"I'll find a way," Orsted said after a pause.
"Thank you," Deter replied softly.
Their dance ended, but as Orsted moved to rest and await Apollo's move, Hephaestus approached, smiling and extending her hand.
Orsted sighed inwardly.
Glancing at Hestia, who showed no objection, he took Hephaestus's hand and joined her on the floor.
"What were you whispering about?" Hestia asked Deter, curious despite her ease with their dance.
"I asked Orsted for help," Deter said, smiling.
"Oh?" Hestia nodded, planning to quiz Orsted later.
For the next hour, Orsted was swept into dance after dance, barely catching a breath before another invitation ca.
Only his stamina kept him going.
After his final dance with an admiring female elf, Apollo finally erged.
Standing on a high platform, Apollo raised his hands and called, "Everyone, are you enjoying the banquet?"
The crowd's attention shifted to him.
Fun-loving gods, suspecting Apollo's mischief, perked up with anticipation.
Apollo descended, striding toward a specific spot.
The hall's lights dimd, a spotlight illuminating his path—to Hestia and Orsted.
Gasps rippled through the gods.
"Hestia?"
"Apollo's targeting Hestia?"
"Is it her child he's after?"
"Three Hestia Familia mbers ranked up this month—crazy fast. Apollo must want one."
"Freya danced with Hestia's kid earlier. Is she eyeing him too?"
"Poor Hestia, caught between Freya and Apollo."
The gods buzzed, noting Orsted's rapid rank-ups, now amplified by Freya's interest.
"Hey, Hestia, long ti no see," Apollo said, glancing at Orsted before addressing her venomously.
"My Familia's been 'well cared for' by yours lately."
"Oh, absolutely. Lili and the others gave your lot a warm welco," Hestia shot back, sneering.
"Tell them to watch out next ti."
"My mbers were gravely injured by your Familia. I demand compensation," Apollo said, his face twisting maliciously.
A second spotlight revealed several Apollo Familia mbers, genuinely injured, groaning in pain—unlike the feigned wounds in the ani.
"Lili and Tifa went too easy," Orsted said with a faint smile.
Apollo froze mid-speech.
"Who's your target, Apollo? ? Lili? Tifa?" Orsted asked, smiling.
Apollo's expression faltered, but before he could respond, Orsted cut in.
"Doesn't matter. We'll take you on. How about a War Ga to settle our dispute?"
Apollo squird under Orsted's piercing blue gaze, feeling exposed.
The surrounding gods erupted in chatter, thrill-seeking deities buzzing at "War Ga."
Loki led the charge.
"Apollo, take the kid's challenge! Start the War Ga!"
"She's right, Apollo. You want Hestia's stuff, don't you? This makes it legit," another god jeered.
"Apollo…"
"Apollo…"
The gods' clamor grew, roasting Apollo.
Glaring at Hestia, he snapped, "Hestia, does your Orsted speak for you?"
"Fully," Hestia said, her aura towering despite her stature.
"Apollo, will you accept the War Ga or not?"
"You—you—I'll take it!" Apollo, his montum crushed, pointed at Hestia, fuming as he agreed.
"Oh!"
"Accepted!"
"To the Guild for War Ga approval!"
"Ergency Denatus! Call the others!"
"I'm pumped!"
"A grand spectacle at last!"
Excited cheers echoed, the gods' fervor shaking the hall, audible even outside as passersby glanced curiously.
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