A Survivor's life in the dungeon (A Danmachi Fanfic.)

Chapter 130

The gods of Orario were in a festive mood; the meeting room where Denatus is usually held was full of chatter and excited murmuring as the deities enjoyed the rare occurrence that is a war game.

For them, this is one of the highest forms of entertainment. Bets had been placed, laughter and booze passed around.

Even Hades, as serious as he is, couldn't help but enjoy himself, especially since August is involved.

The god had his eyes on August since the tournament. In his mind, he would be a fine addition to the army he wants to create to hunt down the gods of Evilus, especially since he is a theïkó óplo user.

Hades's eyes roamed the room, where he spotted Heracles, sitting alongside Buddha and Hestia. The two of them saw each other and nodded curtly, with Hades raising his glass to Heracles.

At the other side of the room sat Apollo; he had a smug smile on his face and couldn't wait for the event to start. Ishtar sat beside him, and the two of them stared at the giant mirror placed in the middle of the room.

It was a way for them to watch the war games without leaving Orario, as it would be held in the mountains south of the city. A large mass of land where monsters live, such as trolls and goblins.

It was a perfect battlefield, with plenty of terrain that could be seen—a woodland, a small river, and an open grass field. So strategy on how to use it is a must for the two familias.

Apollo swirled his glass as he kept his eyes on the mirror. "How's the preparation? I expect everything to run smoothly, Ishtar."

Ishtar smiled a seductive smirk towards Apollo. "Of course. Everything is in place. I assume Hyakinthos has acclimated to his newfound power?"

"That he did." He answered with a sinister grin. "But it won't mean nothing if you didn't do your side of things well."

"As I said, we of Evilus had already done our job; everything is in place. It is up to your familia now." Ishtar shrugged nonchalantly as she took a sip from her glass. "If everything goes as planned, not only would you get your revenge, Evilus would also gain the primal spear."

"Good." Apollo's smile became even deeper; he couldn't wait to see the look on Heracles' face once his children become a stain on the ground.

The two cheered their glasses, both having a smile on their faces as they awaited the start of the war game.

At Heracles' side, there was a tense atmosphere that surrounded their table. Both Hestia and Heracles had a serious look on their faces, knowing how important it is and how much is at stake.

Hestia had her mind on Bell; she had heard the plan and knew that the rescue team would move once the war games commence. It is to catch Soma Familia off guard. But it would still be dangerous as they would be attacking them on their turf.

Heracles, meanwhile, couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, especially at how Apollo is acting. His eyes were drawn to the god, and he noticed that he is unusually relaxed.

'Something isn't right.' He thought to himself. He couldn't shake the feeling that Apollo has something up his sleeves.

"Herc?" Buddha's voice snapped Heracles out of his thoughts. He turned to look at his friend, who was looking at him seriously. "You okay, big guy?"

"Yeah... Just nervous." Heracles answered, grabbing the glass on the table and chugging the liquor inside it. "Don't you think he's too relaxed?" Heracles asked as he gestured towards Apollo.

Buddha took a glance at his table and nodded. "Hmmm... Yeah... That's unlike him."

"Exactly. It feels like there's something... Call it a gut feeling, but I don't like how relaxed he is." Heracles kept his eyes on Apollo, seeing the grin on his face made him sure that he is up to something. But without proof, he could only speculate. One thing is for sure. He doesn't like it.