Evenson had originally only intended to let the Black Badge Division steal the spotlight this time, but he had never expected them to come up with some damned amendment that ended up dragging him in as well.
Back when Evenson used magic to kill someone, even if the matter came to light, he could hire a slick lawyer and exploit a loophole to smooth it over. After all, the law had previously been completely blank when it came to superpowered crimes, especially magical crimes.
But with one fierce round of maneuvering, he had directly filled in that blank, turning it into a situation with laws to follow and precedents to cite. Evenson was truly speechless about that outcome.
Still, this case, which had seemed utterly ordinary at the beginning but had taken countless twists and turns, was finally over. After Lorelei's theatrical performance came to an end, Sif returned to Asgard, while the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents promptly moved on to other assignments.
But while things had ended for them, they were far from over for Evenson. He returned to Final Doctrine within Gospel Company, grabbed a bottle of the Eredar Twins' most expensive reserve wine from the bar, poured himself a glass, and took occasional sips. Then—pfft...
Evenson immediately spat it out. Holding the bottle, he inspected it carefully in disbelief. Something was wrong with this wine...
The Eredar Twins had long known what he was like. Every time he came by, he picked the most expensive wine to drink. That alone would have been fine, but the problem was that he lacked the refinement to tell good wine from bad. Giving him vintage reserves was like feeding peonies to a cow—a complete waste.
So the Eredar Twins had played a little trick. The bottle was still the same bottle, but