The Iron Trophy

 

The moment of decision had come.

「She’s planning to slam the Karanos into the plaza, isn’t she.」

Hestia stared up at the sky.

「She said she was gonna crush him like Ares.」

Asia turned away as she relayed Phrygia’s words to the others.

「A tale from the Trojan War, eh? The goddess struck Ares down twice. First, Athena took the reins of a chariot herself and pierced him with a spear. Second time, it’s said she cracked his skull open with a massive rock. Or maybe flattened him outright.」

「There’s hardly anything left of me or Cybele on that one anymore…」

Asia couldn’t help but refer to Phrygia as ‘that one’.

「She’s full-on Athena now. There’s not a scrap of Cybele in her. Makes sense—she’s piloting a chariot, after all. Just like Athena!」

「So fired up she doesn’t even see Cybele anymore, huh? Riding a tank… some joke.」

Hestia sighed in exasperation, while Hades chuckled at his own observation.

「Can