My Condolences, 1/4

Asgard, the Realm Eternal.

"Odin" had been in a good mood these past few days. That foolish "son" of his believed he was not yet capable of being a good king after the deaths of his mother Frigga and brother Loki, so he had gone out into the Nine Realms to temper himself, carrying out missions, quelling rebellions, driving off vicious beasts, and so on. He left early and returned late every day.

As a result, the Nine Realms naturally became a place where he held absolute authority.

Today, he had arranged for Heimdall to be driven away and assigned the "Executioner," Skolch, to replace him as guardian of the Rainbow Bridge. With the greatest security threat gone, "Odin" began implementing the next step of his national policy.

"Uh, Your Majesty, are you sure you want to do this?"

The Dwarf King scratched his thick beard. "Ordinary bronze would be fine, but if it's Magic Metal, we'll probably have to draw from most of our weapons stockpile... at least seventy percent!"

"Then draw from it!" Odin waved a hand.

"It's only seventy percent. At most, newly smelted Magic Metal will replenish it in twenty or thirty years. With me in Asgard during that time, no one will dare cause trouble."

"I see." The Dwarf King smacked his lips and bowed.

"As you wish, Your Majesty."

The Nine Realms followed the same politically correct arrangement.

Much like the Western Middle Ages, each realm had its own "lord," with Odin as the "king" above them. The Dwarf King was more than happy to agree to such a massive deal. He had given the necessary warning; now came the time for benefits.

Soon, after watching the Dwarf King leave, "Odin" slumped gracelessly into his chair and let out a bored yawn.

"Hah... what