DxD: I Steal Luck

"This game, Hestia's Familia wins."

As soon as Ottar finished speaking, Apollo's face froze in disbelief, his head turning toward Ottar, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

For Apollo, Ottar just ignored him. Beyond the formal respectful words, he also treated him as if he were invisible, explaining coldly.

"In the Dungeon, although the exact number is unknown, the monsters killed by Blake exceed a thousand. More than half of them were Level 2 monsters. As for Apollo's followers, the report from my companions indicates they only killed 87 Level 2 monsters. Regarding the Sword Princess assisting, that did not happen, as she was watching Apollo's followers fight until they were all killed."

"Hiss!"

Upon hearing Ottar's response, all the adventurers sucked in a cold breath. Although they had already witnessed Blake's methods, it was even more terrifying than they had imagined.

A thousand... I've probably killed a thousand Minotaurs myself...

Ottar's words made Blake's blue eyes flicker slightly, but he didn't say anything. Discussing such trivial matters would be a waste of time.

"What!!!"

Upon hearing this, Apollo's mouth fell open, his eyes full of shock as he looked back and forth between Ottar and the calm Blake.

"Apollo, would you like to check the magic stones?"

Glancing at Apollo, Ottar spoke indifferently.

"...There's no need to check the magic stones. My followers are dead. Magic stones don't matter anymore. I just want an explanation from him as to why he killed my followers. Otherwise, I will never let this go."

Apollo gritted his teeth as he spoke.

Ottar's public revelation meant there was no possibility of fabrication. After all, such things could easily be exposed, with so many adventurers as witnesses. But so what? The central issue remained: Blake killed his followers, and that was enough.

"Apollo, you can ask your followers what they've done."

At that moment, Hestia raised an eyebrow, her anger building once again as she fixed Apollo with a glare.

"....."

Upon hearing this, Apollo suddenly became calm, recalling when he first arrived at the square and noticed that some adventurers had stopped talking awkwardly. He also now noticed the mocking eyes of the other gods on him.

In an instant, Apollo's heart filled with bad premonitions.

While Apollo was lost in thought, the calm-faced Liliruca grabbed two individuals and brought them here. These were the first to have a conflict with Blake—Tut and Ansheng.

"Speak, what exactly happened?"

Having lost all face, Apollo exuded a chilling aura as he issued a cold command.

"Apollo, the truth is... Lord Hyakinthos and the others... first ambushed and killed Blake... but were counter-killed in return..."

Under Apollo's cold stare, the adventurers, Ansheng and Tut, couldn't stand the pressure and hurriedly recounted the fragmented story. They then lowered their heads, not daring to look anyone in the eye.

In this situation, they couldn't even modify the facts.

"Ambushed... counter-killed?!"

Upon hearing this, Apollo's expression froze instantly...

They ambushed someone, and then were counter-killed?!

Useless, completely useless!

And this critical information was hidden from me?!

Apollo was now nearly insane. No wonder everyone and the gods were looking at him with disdain, mockery, and contempt! Damn it! So this is how things turned out!

Having suffered such a blow, Apollo now realized that this stain would follow him for the rest of his life, becoming the subject of jokes for everyone.

Breaking the last nerve, Apollo briefly paused before glaring at Blake with murderous intent.

It's all this guy's fault! It's all because of him! I will make sure he dies a horrible death!

Sensing Apollo's rising malice through his spiritual powers, Blake narrowed his blue eyes.

Looks like I'll need to find an opportunity to deal with Apollo. Otherwise, he'll become a serious threat.

"Apollo, this game was won by Hestia's Familia. Do you have any objections?"

Ottar didn't care about Apollo's thoughts, simply stating it like a matter of fact.

"Heh, no."

Apollo gave a cold smile, not denying anything. At this point, it didn't matter anymore.

"Since there are no objections, let the remaining ten come over. I need to deal with the last problem, and I don't have time to waste with you."

After a glance at Apollo, Blake said calmly.

At this, a vein on Apollo's forehead twitched.

This guy plans to publicly execute his followers? Pushing him to his death?!

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