Aaron spread his hands and said somewhat proudly, "Can't help it. Sometimes being too outstanding is a mistake!
Alchemy, Divination, pharmaceuticals—they want all of it. And the strength I've shown isn't unbeatable to them.
Perhaps that was precisely why they developed ambitions they never should have had."
"You can actually tolerate this bunch of Clowns living until now?" Hela said sarcastically. "Aren't you being a little too generous?
If it were me, I wouldn't let them jump around under my nose."
"Your Highness Hela, perhaps you've misunderstood something." Aaron explained dismissively. "This isn't tolerance. It's simple disdain.
After living on Earth for a while, you'll discover that there are countless people like them. You can't kill them all. You simply can't."
"I have my doubts about that."
Aaron's expression stiffened. When the Goddess of Death became ruthless, she truly could kill everyone.
"Cough, cough! Naturally, I believe in Your Highness Hela's divine power.
But unlike you, I'm constrained everywhere in Midgard, even in this universe. If I can avoid fighting, I avoid it. If I can avoid using magic, I avoid it.
A third-rate faction like The Hand isn't worth paying attention to. As long as they don't cause me trouble and haven't truly acted against me, I can't be bothered with them."
"I'll reluctantly accept that explanation," Hela said somewhat speechlessly. Then she changed the subject. "But it seems they're already preparing to take action."
"What do you mean?"
"When Alexandra left, she asked me to tell you that she greatly admires your pharmaceutical skills and hopes to discuss cooperation with you."
"Hm? What kind of cooperation?"
"How would I know? But her gaze and tone both made it clear that she was determined to get what she wanted."
Hearing that, Aaron slowly exhaled. "I hate trouble."
"What are