"Pitiful, pathetic, shameful."
Upon hearing Noah's words, Odin also let out a sigh, somewhat regretting the inability to transform iron into steel.
The Frost Giants, once his subjects and formidable foes, had fallen to such depths. To the Divine Race, who once fought against them and took pride in suppressing their warriors, it was an indirect and invisible humiliation.
"This Abyss Lord was repelled by your father-in-law. For a short period, the abyss will not initiate another invasion of the same scale. Can you handle the following matters independently?"
Noah overlooked his eldest son. The angel, seemingly gentle in words, blushed slightly at the mention, while Odin, standing nearby, showed little emotion and did not deny this identity.
Appearing here naturally acknowledged the reincarnated daughter's companion relationship with this Dragon Clan offspring.
"I can."
Having received so much from his elders, Ilya had no grounds to refuse.
