The banquet ended in complete chaos.
After such a scandal, Apollo had lost all face, and naturally had no mood to continue hosting the party. The guests gradually left one after another.
BANG!
CRASH!
SMASH—CLATTER!
Inside the banquet hall, beautifully prepared dishes were smashed onto the floor by Apollo.
His face was filled with rage.
He had never suffered such humiliation before.
Nearby, Hyacinthus had reattached his severed arm with the help of Panacea brought by members of the familia.
However, the arm still required time to recover.
Fortunately, the arm had not been detached for long.
If too much time had passed, reattachment would have been impossible.
Even so—
The arm would never fully recover.
Holding a sword in the future would be difficult, let alone fighting normally.
In other words, he was half crippled.
"That bastard! And that bitch Freya!"
"I'm going to kill them!!"
Apollo was nearly hysterical with rage.
Members of Apollo Familia nearby lowered their heads and didn't dare speak loudly, afraid of provoking their god further.
In the corner, a blue-haired girl sat crouched down, murmuring something repeatedly.
Seeing this, Daphne worriedly crouched beside her and gently pulled her arm.
"Hey, Cassandra."
"What's wrong? Are you okay?"
Daphne looked concerned.
After all, Cassandra was her only true friend.
"The brilliance of the sun…"
"Will be devoured by evil…"
"The nightmare of night will descend…"
"And everything will come to an end…"
Daphne sighed helplessly after hearing the strange words.
Her friend was wonderful in many ways—
Except she constantly muttered strange prophecies that no one could understand.
But Cassandra, still curled up in the corner, kept repeating the same sentence.
This was not nonsense.
Cassandra Ilion possessed a skill known as prophetic dreams.
A power allowing her to foresee the future through dreams.
Her dreams appeared as poetic verses accompanied by vague images.
But their contents were always completely accurate.
Sometimes the dreams even contained clues that could help avoid tragic futures, though these clues were usually extremely abstract.
However—
A strange curse affected her power.
Because of it, no one believed her predictions.
Not even the gods.
Thus, even Daphne—her closest friend—thought Cassandra was simply speaking nonsense.
No one ever believed her.
"Cassandra, what's wrong with you?"
Daphne grabbed her shoulders and shook her gently, trying to wake her from the trance.
After a moment, Cassandra calmed down.
Looking at Daphne, her expression kept changing.
"Daphne… we need to leave Apollo Familia immediately."
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
"Apollo Familia is doomed."
"Everyone will die."
"The captain… and the rest of the familia… they'll all be killed."
As she spoke, Cassandra's body trembled slightly.
In the vision she saw—
Every member of Apollo Familia was dead.
Many lay in pools of blood, eyes wide open in death.
Especially Captain Hyacinthus—
His body had been cut into pieces.
The horrifying images, even though they were just dreams, shook her deeply.
Every time she thought about them, fear filled her heart.
After all—
She herself was also part of Apollo Familia.
The only thing that comforted her slightly—
Was that among the corpses she saw…
There were no bodies of herself or Daphne.
Otherwise she wouldn't even know what to do.
For many years, every future she had seen in her dreams had come true.
Not a single prediction had ever been wrong.
She had tried many times to change fate.
But no one believed her.
Not even Daphne.
Eventually she gave up.
Even if she saw something terrible in her dreams, she no longer told anyone.
Because no one would believe her anyway.
They would only think something was wrong with her.
But this time was different.
This time she saw the destruction of Apollo Familia.
She had to leave—
And take Daphne with her.
Otherwise something terrible might happen.
"Cassandra! Cassandra!"
"Are you okay?"
Daphne looked worried.
Cassandra really seemed unstable.
"Daphne… do you believe me?"
"Uh… I believe you."
"Then we must leave Apollo Familia immediately."
"The sooner the better!"
"Huh?"
Daphne was confused.
Originally, neither of them had belonged to Apollo Familia.
Apollo had taken interest in them and used certain methods to recruit them.
They didn't feel much loyalty toward the familia.
However, Apollo Familia was still a considerable force in Orario.
Even if they ran away—
Where could they go?
And since their Falna came from Apollo, they would always be tied to him.
"This time you must listen to me."
"We'll leave tonight."
"Anywhere is fine."
"As long as we're not in Apollo Familia."
"What's gotten into you, Cassandra?"
"Daphne, please believe me! You have to believe me!"
"Alright, alright. I believe you."
"We'll leave tonight."
"Now calm down."
"Okay…"
Like soothing a child, Daphne finally calmed Cassandra down.
She sighed helplessly.
But after knowing Cassandra for so many years—
This was the first time she had seen her so emotional.
Fine.
They could leave.
If necessary, they could even leave Orario.
With both of them being Level 2 adventurers, they could still survive elsewhere.
Meanwhile, in the banquet hall—
Apollo continued smashing everything in sight.
Tables, decorations, furniture—
Everything was destroyed.
His expression had turned almost feral.
"Truly pitiful, Lord Apollo."
"For a god to fall into such a miserable state…"
"How tragic."
A sudden voice echoed in the hall.
"Who's there?!"
Apollo shouted angrily.
From the entrance of the banquet hall, a man in a black robe slowly walked inside.
Behind him stood another figure—
More precisely—
Another god.
Apollo, still consumed by rage, immediately assumed the two had come to mock him.
His anger surged once again.
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