Chapter 722

How could there be a crown prince for three thousand years? The kingdom is so weak—there must be treacherous ministers at work! Today, we shall swear a blood oath, uphold Heaven's will, and purge this calamity! Evenson's mind was filled with these words. He wanted nothing more than to burst out the door and get as far away from this place as possible.

"Where are you going?" Just as Evenson reached the door, Sif noticed his little movement and called out to stop him.

That was strange. Given where Sif was sitting, she was practically facing away from the door. From that angle, unless she had been paying especially close attention, she should not have noticed Evenson's movement so easily.

And she looked somewhat different from before. Her black eyes had turned entirely emerald green, and her lips had darkened slightly. Her hair was still black, but a streak of green ran down the middle, extending from her hairline all the way to the ends.

Thor did not pay much attention to these changes, since his mind was elsewhere. Fandral and Hogun noticed them, but merely assumed they were aftereffects of Sif risking her life to save the Queen. Evenson, however, had his own thoughts. He clearly remembered that Sif's mutation had not been this obvious in the beginning. These changes could only mean that she had taken more Fel blood afterward, or that someone had activated the Fel within her—or perhaps both.

Although Evenson was curious, he had no time for that now. All he wanted was to remove himself from this mess. But after Sif exposed his attempt to slip away, everyone's eyes immediately turned toward him.

Evenson saw that escape was clearly impossible, so he could only say reluctantly, "This is a major matter. Shouldn't you all