This Is a Heavenly King's Family Matter

It wasn't me, I didn't do it, don't make things up!

No matter how Odin was reading into things on his end, Evenson stubbornly insisted that he knew nothing. Whatever Odin said, he would not admit to it.

There had never been any such thing to begin with. How was he supposed to admit it?!

Evenson was filled with regret. He had originally worried that Asgard was a proper race of gods that had ruled the Nine Realms for countless years, with a history even longer than human civilization. And while Odin, the All-Father of the Gods, was broad-minded and held little prejudice against humanity, a lack of prejudice did not mean he would not look down on humans.

In Asgard, Evenson's only connections were his personal friendship with Thor and Sif. That little foundation left him too insignificant for his voice to carry. So he had simply raised the mighty banner of Ancient One, the Sorcerer Supreme, to make the other side take him seriously enough to facilitate his actions.

And Ancient One had happened to give him her token, so why not use it?

But he had never expected this! It had indeed earned him sufficient attention, but this kind of attention had apparently gone too far! Who knew whether Odin had taken his medicine in the dark that morning, but he had somehow concocted a whole plot in which Ancient One had ulterior motives and Evenson had come to probe his lifespan.

Sigh, this was truly lifting a stone only to smash his own foot! If it had been some other accusation, he might have pinched his nose and accepted it. But could he admit to something like this?! Matters of life and longevity had always been a ruler's greatest taboo. How could they tolerate others probing