A conflict was bound to happen. They started to back away only when they needed to cross their colleagues’ bodies to attack me. The solemn silence continued, and Lindegart appeared a while after that. At a glance, anyone could tell that he was the leader. He led many attackers as if they were his royal bodyguards, and he was firmly protected in the center.

Swoosh-

Nothing stopped me from approaching him. His subordinates’ eyes and reflexes were so slow that they couldn’t even stretch their arms at me at the right time. They even shouted a beat later than I moved. It was all in Danish, but it sounded something like ‘Protect Lindegart!’

I clutched Lindegart by his neck and jumped up. Then I returned to the spot where I was originally waiting for him. The boundary between the living and the non-living was clear. I grabbed his hair and pulled it back, then his head turned sharply. I had revealed my identity earlier, but apparently that information hadn’t been delivered to him. His eyes filled with shock, and his face turned ghastly pale when he saw me.

He said with his neck bent, “I… I was waiting for you… Odin.”

I responded, “Really? But why did you abandon Revolucion’s cause?”

Human emotions were sometimes hard to explain logically. The consequences of abandoning...