Odin turned his gaze to Kaecilius.
"The orthodox teachings of Kamar-Taj." He nodded. "A disciple of the Ancient One?"
"I once was," Kaecilius said calmly.
Odin asked no further questions and turned to Tom and Luna.
These two felt very similar to Hermione. Like her, they were probably pure members of Wizardkind.
"Midgard truly is full of hidden talent."
Having looked everyone over, Odin sighed in admiration.
"And Lady Witch has nothing but capable people under her command. Far better than Asgard, where the younger generation cannot fill the old one's shoes."
Standing nearby, Thor flushed and awkwardly rubbed the back of his head.
Frigga chuckled and reached out to pat Thor's shoulder.
Hermione waved a hand.
"Your Majesty has a discerning eye, but you flatter me far too much," she said sincerely. "I can't compare to you or the Ancient One."
This was no false modesty.
Although Hermione had already reached level six magical power, she still could not fathom Odin's strength.
Odin was old, and he had clearly weakened considerably because of Hela.
But that did not mean a God King of his stature was someone she could match with level six magical power.
There was still a gap.
She simply did not know how wide it was.
At that thought, Hermione's eyes shifted, and she suddenly spoke.
"Your Majesty, since I've come to Asgard, why don't we have a spar?"
Everyone in the great hall froze at her words.
Thor was the first to jump forward.
"No!"
He strode over to Hermione and lowered his voice. "Hermione, you're no match for Father. Don't be rash."
Hermione gave him a sidelong glance and ignored him, keeping her eyes on Odin.
"Your Majesty, words alone can't give me a clear sense of Hela's strength. To understand both our side