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Ishtar, her face contorted with rage, roared, "Why do men ignore me, saying that woman is the most beautiful... Stop joking! How is that sow more beautiful than me? Are you all blind?!"

Faced with Kobayashi's indifferent treatment, her hostility towards Freya erupted completely at this moment.

No praise received

It was not taken seriously

Not as strong as the other party

All these factors combined to make Ishtar unhappy with Freya, but in reality, it was just her one-sided hostility.

"Why...why...!"

Ishtar muttered under her breath.

She seemed to be questioning why she couldn't compare to Freya, or why men didn't pay attention to her, or perhaps why she lost.

"In terms of looks alone, you haven't lost."

"……what?"

The goddess was slightly taken aback when she was suddenly struck up a conversation.

Kobayashi said, "If we're just talking about looks, Goddess Ishtar, you haven't lost. Just look at those enchanted gods and mortals; you and Goddess Freya are actually quite similar in appearance, just with different styles."

"Then why, why aren't those men looking at me? Why are they gathering around her, praising and flattering her?!"

This is what Ishtar doesn't understand.

Wanting to be admired, praised, and the center of attention, she couldn't understand why there was such a huge difference between two goddesses of beauty.

Kobayashi looked directly at the goddess sitting below, who was displaying her infinite beauty, and said:

"The biggest difference between you and the goddess Freya is—"

"It's about taste."

The answer she received was not from Kobayashi, but from another goddess.

Suddenly, a magnificent goddess appeared standing below the hall. Her long, silver hair shimmered in the moonlight, and a faint, alluring smile played on her lips. She became the center of attention simply by standing there.

East gritted his teeth and shouted her name.

"...Freya!"

Chapter 313 Watching Goddesses Fight is a Pleasure

It is said that enemies become jealous of each other when they meet.

Although Freya didn't consider Ishtar an enemy, or even take her seriously, she at least loathed her for the time being.

Ishtar's face twisted as she glared at the silver-haired goddess before her. She already harbored hostility towards Freya, let alone now that one of them was above the other.

The enormous disparity caused the Babylonian goddess of beauty to suffer endless humiliation.

The silver-haired goddess slowly walked up to the upper level, saying as she went, "It's been since the Gathering of the Gods. How are you, Ishtar?"

Are you ok?

She slumped down there in a sorry state, spreading her legs wide and begging for her life.

He even asked himself if he was okay.

What a joke!

Ishtar yelled at her, "You...you came here to laugh at me?! Did you come here specifically to laugh at me because you saw me suffer such humiliation?!"

"Hehehe, even though I've always treated you as a joke, I've never intentionally mocked you, Ishtar. Except this time, of course."

Freya, high above, looked down at Ishtar.

Although he was laughing, both his laughter and his eyes seemed so cold.

The silver-haired goddess is angry.

She'll make her pay!

Ishtar's face contorted in disbelief, her mind filled with questions about how Freya had gotten in and where her remaining retinue guarding the red-light district had gone.

Why haven't you come back yet?

Just as she was thinking this, Freya seemed to see through her thoughts and said with a smile, "Ishtar, you're wondering where the other children are, aren't you? Hehehe... Don't wait, they're not coming."

"What did you say?!"

Ishtar was about to question them when she was met with a violent explosion.

The powerful shockwave caused the already crumbling palace to shake even more, with broken tiles hanging on the walls falling continuously.

Following the large hole, Ishtar witnessed the desolate scene of the red-light district.

Under the moonlight, sounds, bright lights, screams, and explosions echoed from all over Flower Street. Thick smoke shot into the sky, and flames spread throughout the entire block, turning the once bustling scene into a living hell.

Flames burst forth, the heat of sparks slapping against her cheeks and brushing against her brown skin. But the flames offered no warmth; instead, they chilled her heart to the bone.

Screams and roars mingled as she watched one-sided battles erupt everywhere, with non-combatants screaming and scrambling to find refuge.

"How...how could this be...no, no...!"

Ishtar murmured in a trembling voice.

In the distance, numerous figures invading the third district of the Flower City dispersed in an orderly fashion, wielding weapons and casting spells to annihilate Ishtar's retinues who blocked their path.

Her clan is under attack!

You should know that she is the Queen of the Red-Light District, one of the top factions in the Labyrinth City!

There's only one guy who doesn't give any warning before committing acts of violence, who comes to cause trouble without any regard for his reputation!

That's right, it's Freya right in front of us!

No wonder she said her family wouldn't come to her rescue; they'd all been wiped out!

"Bastard! Idiot! Unreasonable!"

Ishtar erupted in fury, screaming like a madwoman, "How could they... how could they go this far?! There's a limit to how reckless we can be! Why, why did they have to go this far?!?"

"Hehehe——"

Freya laughed.

Her radiant face appeared so exquisite amidst the ruined palace, her long silver hair swaying gently like waves, captivating the heart.

Then she parted her lips slightly: "This is just a return gift, Ishtar. It's a return gift for your constant provocations and underhanded tactics. Don't get me wrong, it doesn't have any other special meaning, I just simply don't like you."

"You're kidding me!!!"

Ishtar didn't believe Freya's story at all.

She wasn't an idiot; she naturally understood why her family had been attacked, and at such a coincidental time.

No matter how you look at it, it's all because of Kobayashi!

In order to prevent him from being isolated... after all, Kobayashi, who belongs to the guild, is naturally neutral. Once this label is broken, he will definitely face severe punishment, and even the guild will not be able to avoid being implicated.

But why!

What right does this man have to make Freya go to such lengths, even to the point of launching a clan war?!

Instead of the gradually fading magic stone lamps, countless sparks danced in the streets, turning the beautiful blue cherry blossoms bright red.

Several adventurers, having laid an inescapable trap, blocked the retreat route in the third district. The scene resembled an impending attack on a palace. The intermittent explosions indicated that the battle was escalating.

In the vast, labyrinthine city, the streets of desire are stained crimson, obscuring the brilliance of the moonlit night.

ended.

It's completely over.

The devastated Ishtar was dazed, but the will to live compelled her to get up and run toward the upper levels.

Even if it's a dead end, going up there would only buy some time and wouldn't make any difference.

But this was her choice. Kobayashi simply watched Ishtar's departing figure in silence.

“…Hehehe.”

When Freya saw Ishtar run away, she was first taken aback, then she laughed.

"First you rebelled, then you played hide-and-seek? You're really mischievous, Ishtar."

After saying that, the silver-haired goddess followed after him with elegant steps.

I didn't say anything when I passed by Xiaolin, but I carried a captivating fragrance with me.

Rather, she hadn't said a word since she met Kobayashi.

Admittedly, mortal children shouldn't interfere in clashes between gods, but her deliberate omission seems like an attempt to avoid suspicion. And the more she does this, the more it proves Ishtar's claim.

Freya probably sensed this too, because just as she was about to disappear upstairs, she gave an order to Kobayashi below:

"Follow me."

"...Yes, Goddess Freya."

Actually, even if the goddess hadn't said anything, Xiaolin would have followed anyway.

After all, he loves watching women fight, and goddesses represent the pinnacle of womanhood, so the scene must be an ultimate enjoyment.

Follow in the goddess's footsteps and ascend to the upper level.

"Ishtar, where are you going? Come out now."

The silver-haired goddess spoke softly, not like someone seeking revenge, but more like a mother calling her naughty child home for dinner.

But the more she acted this way, the more disordered the footsteps coming from above became.

Tenth floor, twentieth floor, thirtieth floor.

The palace built by Ishtar was much taller than Kobayashi had imagined. Looking at the spiral staircase that kept rising into the sky, one might think she was building a Tower of Babel.

But there are limits to how high it can go.

Panting heavily, Ishtar rushed up the top flight of stairs. The cool breeze slightly relieved her feverish body caused by the strenuous exercise, but she couldn't afford to rest.

The completely destroyed platform reveals streets stained red in the main story, vividly illustrating the intensity of the battle.