By then, the Warriors Three had helped the War Goddess Sif to her feet.
Her eyes were red and swollen from crying. Like a puppet that had lost its soul, she could not bear to look at Thor again.
"Let's go!" Sif bit through her lip, her voice hoarse. "I never want to see this blind fool who's been bewitched by a mortal again!"
The portly Volstagg sighed, cast a lingering, fearful glance at Yang Ming and Retsu Unohana, then helped Sif retreat behind Frigga.
Yet Queen Frigga, the highest authority present, was unusually quiet.
She neither comforted the heartbroken Sif nor responded to Loki's tearful complaints. Instead, she narrowed her wise eyes slightly and fixed her gaze on Thor.
Hum...
An extremely subtle ripple of golden magic, so faint that even Yang Ming failed to notice it, slipped silently from Frigga's fingertips and brushed over Thor's body like a breeze.
This was Detection Magic unique to Asgard's royal family. It could examine not only bodily functions, but also fluctuations in the soul.
A few seconds later.
A flicker of unmistakable shock crossed Frigga's eyes. Then that shock gave way to profound relief.
This foolish boy... Frigga marveled inwardly.
Her magical examination revealed that Thor's body was not merely uninjured. That brutally demanding physical labor had brought his muscle density and bone strength to an unprecedented state of perfection.
What astonished her even more was Thor's soul.
Back in Asgard, Thor's soul had been like a raging thunderstorm, filled with arrogance, impatience, and an endless urge to destroy.
Whenever he faced a problem, his first instinct had always been to raise his hammer and smash it.
But now?
When Sif had drawn her sword and lunged at that mortal girl, Thor had neither summoned lightning nor shouted. Instead, he had