"Alright, Osman," Odin said in a patient but firm tone, resting a massive hand on the boy's head. "Your sister Alice and I have some serious matters to discuss. Go on now—go play."
As he spoke, he lightly tapped Osman's forehead with a knuckle.
"Ouch!" The boy yelped softly, rubbing the sore spot, his small face scrunching into a pout. Still, he obediently turned to Alice, gave an exaggerated bow, and muttered a reluctant farewell.
In the blink of an eye, his figure flickered and vanished—reappearing several hundred meters away, already darting off into the golden sands.
Alice exhaled a quiet laugh and with a simple wave of her hand, a barrier shimmered into existence around them—soundproof, lightproof, untraceable. Her voice became composed and professional once more.
"The latest round of the routine investigation has concluded," she began evenly. "And I must say, this time we uncovered quite a few… fascinating details."
