Infiltration: Someone Who Likes Beheading Gods! / A Bizarre Assassin, the Death Knell Rings?

"Then shut up!"

"Yes, sir!"

Like a soldier sternly ordered by his superior, Ares responded loudly and stood ramrod straight.

Hmm?

Someone else suddenly stood up, making cold sweat pour down Ares's face.

The one who had risen was Sovereign Odin of Norse Mythology.

No way, was he going to contend for the fourth round too?

As he stood, Lord Hades and Shiva fixed dangerous gazes on him as well.

However, Odin said nothing at all and simply turned to leave.

In the blink of an eye, Odin had returned to his private lounge.

"Don't—!"

Just as he raised his hand, a flustered voice rang out, and someone emerged from a shadowy corner.

"My master wishes to speak with you."

Thus, Odin remained silent as he watched the other party take out a panel. A figure seated at the far end of a Divine Temple hall appeared on it, obscured by the light.

The other party spoke of how interesting and wonderful the third round had been, even questioning whether it had been his handiwork.

At last, he got to the real purpose and had the traitor before him pass over a box.

"You are particularly knowledgeable about divine artifacts. If possible, I hope you can study this."

"What is this?"

Odin frowned slightly as he looked at the contents of the box. Ten rings?

"These are special divine artifacts from a certain pantheon."

A certain pantheon? And ten rings?

That pantheon, then? Could these ten rings be his?

Could it be that the ten rings he had left behind in life had actually been found by them?

In the Norse Pantheon, there were actually two clans.

One was the Aesir, the divine clan to which Odin belonged.

The other was the Vanir.

The two divine clans had once fought