EPILOGUE TO BE YEARNED AFTER
Loki Familia put Daedalus Street behind them.
Aiz and the others had come and gone with the rest of Orario none the wiser—barely anyone was even aware of their presence, let alone the battle that had taken place underground in Knossos’s hidden passageways. They emerged from the other side with no small amount of injuries and new sacrifices to bear.
The bodies they were able to recover from the labyrinth’s halls were buried in the First Graveyard, otherwise known as the Adventurers Graveyard, in the city’s southeastern district. Their gravestones would join those of the other adventurers Loki Familia had already lost. Tiona, Tione, Lefiya, and others who had been close with the departed wept for them. For a certain golden-haired, golden-eyed swordswoman, however, tears proved yet impossible, and she cursed her own ineptitude as she offered flowers while mourning for the lost souls of her companions.
The familia members who had not yet experienced the pang of death had grown few, nearly all of them bore with them the heartache of friends lost.
And with that anger, they vowed to one day repay the fiends lurking within Knossos in full.
Though the lingering effects of the retreat were still fresh in everyone’s minds, aside from a certain skirmish, they were able to return to their normal routines, at least for a short time.
Until, three nights later…
“Nnnnngah! You can’t tell me you know where the enemy’s lurkin’ and then say I shouldn’t attack yet! That’s just cruel!”
The voice came from the central tower of Loki Familia’s home, Twilight Manor, where Loki currently had slovenly kicked up her feet on the desk inside her room on the topmost floor. An aura more disconcerting than even her words surrounded her as she glared off into nothing.
“…And besides that, there’s that key. Oh sure, we can look, but where? We’ve got squat for clues…’cept for ol’ Ishtar, who’s in cahoots with them and all. She our only option…?”
Considering the assets they had at their disposal, her eyes widened just slightly, and then…
The goddess heard something. A commotion.
“…The hell?”
Straightening up on her chair, she glanced toward the nearby window, only to jump to her feet. She was at the window, eyes opening in startled consternation, then yanking the window open and launching herself from it like some kind of circus acrobat.
In less than a second, she was on the roof.
What drew her attention was the Pleasure Quarter to the city’s southeast.
“Is it…on fire?”
The night sky was currently stained a brilliant red from the tendrils of flame.
Loki wasn’t the only one to notice it, either. Civilians had halted throughout the streets and were pointing in the direction of the Pleasure Quarter, and even the windows of Twilight Manor were popping open to reveal the half-shocked faces of Loki Familia members.
Loki could smell it—the harbinger of war.
She knew then and there that this was no ordinary accident.
“A dispute of some kind? Someone stormin’ the lady’s keep?”
Ishtar Familia was a prominent familia even among the large organizations of Orario. Though her actual military strength was not too impressive, she had the entirety of the Night District under her control. No one would just up and attack her with no regard for the consequences.
Or, at least, only very few people could manage that, Loki Familia included.
“What kinda idiot…?”
But even as the words left her lips, she realized she already knew.
A single name rose to the back of her mind.
“Don’t tell me…Freya?!”
In an instant, her expression twisted from bewilderment to sheer revulsion. Given Ishtar’s open stance of hostility against the other goddess, it could be none other. Loki gave the burning city district a tch as she glared into the night sky.
“That idiot’s on the move…”
“Th-there’s no way…?!”
The world around her had been transformed by flames, screams, and the furtive shadows of incoming assailants. Ishtar found herself at a loss, leaning out over the balcony of her room in her familia’s home in mind-numbing shock.
She knew who this was. Only Freya Familia could have launched an attack like this on the Pleasure Quarter.
—She attacked without even waiting for me to strike?
—And without a single warning! Preposterous! This is an atrocity!
She could hear all her preparations, all her plans, coming to nothing—unraveling in an instant.
Reinforcements! I need to get word to Kali in Meren…! But no, the original plan was to launch a pincer attack on Freya’s home! To signal them now would be too late! Then should I escape? To Daedalus Street? And unleash the Bull of Heaven? But…oh…ohhh…ohhhhhhhhhh!! What am I thinking? It’s too late now! It’s too late to do anything!!
Ishtar’s carefully laid plan relied on her being the instigator. To get word to Kali or escape to Knossos would require her to leave the Pleasure Quarter—impossible now that it had already been surrounded.
It was too late. There was nothing she could do.
The moment her enemy had launched a lightning-fast attack, her familia—.
“Freya…?!” the Queen of the Brothel City hissed with a deep- rooted enmity and bloodshot eyes, digging her fingers into the balcony handrail.
“Attack anyone who tries to interfere.”
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