Watching Sif walk away, Hermione turned to Frigga and said:
"With all due respect, Your Majesty, I think Asgard's biggest problem isn't the Frost Giants or the Dark Elves. It's an incurable case of love brain."
Frigga froze, then shook her head with a bitter smile.
Just then, a piercing alarm shattered the peace.
Outside the palace, Hermione saw countless strangely shaped ships suddenly appear, breaking through Asgard's outer defenses and flying toward them.
"It looks like Asgard has guests," Hermione said calmly.
"Malekith must have sensed the Aether and come to seize it."
Frigga's expression grew grave. She had not expected the Dark Elves to move so quickly.
"Now isn't the time to discuss that," Hermione reminded her. "Asgard's defense system doesn't seem very impressive."
"I'll go take a look. Stay safe, Your Majesty."
As soon as she finished speaking, Hermione vanished.
Experience packages delivered right to my door. Why turn them down?
Hearing shouts that the dungeon was under attack, Frigga seemed to realize something and hurried toward Jane's quarters.
The great hall was already in chaos.
Countless Dark Elf soldiers had stormed inside. The Asgardian Warriors fought desperately, but against enemies armed with guns, they struggled to hold their ground.
Longsword in hand, Sif led the charge, battling several Dark Elf warriors.
She fought fearlessly, her sword strikes swift and vicious, each blow cutting down a Dark Elf.
But courage was no match for heavy firepower, and several deep wounds already marked her body.
"For Asgard!"
With a furious roar, she charged at the enemy again.
How stupid... Hermione grumbled inwardly.
Fine, Thor likes fighting up close, but he has the strength to back it up. You soldiers don't use guns either?
What kind of culture does Asgard have?
She surveyed the chaos around her, shook her