Xia Mi raised an eyebrow. "Would an apology help? Why not call the police instead? Tell them there's a thief here and have them come arrest someone."
Odin immediately replied, "How would you know whether it helps if you don't try? Perhaps I'll generously forgive you. You are my adorable little sister, after all. What good would killing you here do me?"
He paused, his tone as calm as if they were chatting about household matters. "Besides, the police don't handle this sort of thing."
"Getting rid of a powerful enemy like me means you won't have to guard against me for some time to come. Doesn't that count as a benefit?"
Xia Mi's gaze narrowed slightly.
Odin's expression became somewhat strange.
"A powerful enemy?"
His tone was filled with deep confusion—confusion over why Xia Mi considered herself his "powerful enemy."
"Jormungandr, my sister," he said. "You should know that I have never regarded you as an opponent."
He paused slightly. Sleipnir gently trod upon the air beneath him. Lightning flickered around him, illuminating the face hidden beneath the shadow of his helmet. There was neither killing intent nor hostility in his single eye, only a peculiar calm.
"The throne of the new era is lonely," he said. "I do not wish for all my blood relatives to fall before the light of dawn arrives. Compared with my other brothers, I am somewhat more tolerant of you."
He looked down at Xia Mi, his voice carrying an almost elder-like gentleness. "A mischievous little sister is always more endearing than a rebellious younger brother."
Xia Mi did not respond. She merely covered the wound on her chest and stared at him coldly.
"You only need to answer a few questions," Odin said. "Then I'll let you leave this place. How about