Night had fallen.
Smoke from cooking fires curled up over the little town.
The air was filled with the aroma of food.
Ian sat at Xiaoya's dining table, looking at the steaming dishes before him. Though he was already full, he could not help but feel moved—he had not eaten such a warm, home-cooked meal in a very long time.
In Hogwarts' Great Hall, everyone ate as if they were fighting a war, full of schemes and mistrust. Just as Ian was sighing inwardly, he heard what Xiaoya called that five-year-old boy.
Odin?
It was as though something had triggered Ian's sensitivity. Xiaoya and her younger brother Odin were busy bringing dishes to the table, chatting and laughing as if they had not noticed the strange expression on Ian's face at all.
"Odin, don't just eat meat. Have some vegetables too," Xiaoya said softly as she set out the bowls and chopsticks, handing the little boy a huge bundle of cabbage.
The little boy immediately began gnawing away at it.
He looked very obedient.
However, Ian had already glanced at him several times. In the end, he could not hold back any longer and raised his brows slightly. "Odin? You said... your brother's name is Odin?"
It was no wonder Ian was so sensitive.
After all, he had only recently encountered the Greek gods.
Xiaoya froze for a moment before smiling and nodding. "Yes. Is there a problem?"
Ian opened his mouth, but for a moment, he did not know how to answer. Of course there was a problem—this name was far too familiar. Even in another world, he had heard it countless times.
The king of the gods in Norse mythology.
Who would not know him?
The kind of existence who sat at the same table as Zeus.
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