The All-Father of the Gods' Mercy

"Though we bear no grudges against each other, dead men are easier to trust..."

Evenson lowered his head slightly, his face mournful as he observed a moment of silence for the warriors. Two seconds later, when he raised his head again... a large handful of Soul Crystals had entered his backpack.

Since he was going to be a villain all the way through, he might as well see it through to the end. Since he had killed them to silence them, it was naturally safer to collect their souls as well. Otherwise, who knew whether these people who called themselves gods would turn into white-robed male ghosts after death and drift into Odin's bedroom to air their grievances?

"Whoa!" But after Evenson finished all that and turned to head back, he found a long, oversized sword pressed against his throat. If he had not stopped himself in time, the blade might have pierced him.

"What have you done, Evenson?" Sif gripped her sword, glaring furiously at Evenson.

Everything Evenson had just done had completely exceeded her expectations. She had not had time to react, much less stop him. Even now that she had recovered her senses, she simply could not understand why he would do such a thing.

Sif knew Evenson's hands were dirty, and that he might accidentally hurt allies when he acted, but the battle was clearly over. Why had he still killed Asgard's soldiers?

But if Evenson wanted to defect to the Dark Elves, or had been a spy planted by them from the start, then why had he eliminated every Dark Elf soldier present at the very beginning?

So what exactly was this kid trying to do? Was he planning to lay siege to Asgard by himself?

"Ah..." Evenson glanced at Sif, then at the oversized