My Father Would Never Turn a Butcher's Knife on His Own Army

"What kind of monster is that thing Princess Hela brought back?"

Kortian, leading his routed army to a safe distance, was filled with horror. The enormous portal that had stretched between heaven and earth had been torn into two pieces of scrap metal by the Great Ape, losing all its former magic.

Kortian could sense that the purple and black portal contained the power of Malekith, the Dark Elf King...

As the full moon's phantom disappeared, the brown Great Ape reverted to its normal form, Beckett. The Other, descending from the sky with a curtain in hand, concealed Beckett's gradually shrinking figure. Once the red curtain dissipated, Beckett, clad in silver armor, returned to everyone's sight.

"Your His Highness Beckett, this person?" The Other, who had carefully rolled up the curtain for future use, trotted up to Beckett, bowed respectfully, and pointed to Elrod, who had been slapped from the air to the ground by Beckett and fallen into a coma.

"Take him back and find out Malekith's location." Beckett glanced disdainfully at Elrod, whose face was half-corroded by dark energy. The Other, with keen insight, summoned two Chitauri soldiers and ordered them to carry the unconscious prisoner back.

"Come to my room later. I need an explanation," Hela said in a low voice as she passed Beckett, her face cold and her hands still trembling slightly.

The attack, proposed and initiated by Beckett, yielded a pleasing result, but Hela couldn't feel happy at all. The Asgard soldiers who hadn't had time to evacuate to the safe zone and had perished under the Star Destroyer Cannon pained Hela deeply.

Hela would be proud of them if they had died at the hands of the Dark Elf, but they died from the indiscriminate attack of the Star Destroyer Cannon...

"Close the door."

In the vast room of the Asgard military base, Hela, her Hela icy, watched Beckett walk in.

Beckett locked the door behind him, casually pulled over a chair, sat down comfortably, glanced at the night view outside the window, and said, "What do you want to tell me?"

"Are you playing dumb?" Hela slammed her hands on the armrests of the chair and leaned down. Her exquisite face was only a step away from Beckett's nose; Beckett could even feel Hela's breath pattering against his face.

"The plan did not include the option of indiscriminate use of the Star Destroyer Cannon."

"Those Asgard soldiers who died tonight, they didn't die at the hands of the enemy, they died at your hands, do you know that?"

Hela looked directly into Beckett's face, Hela voice calm.

"Naive." Beckett scoffed, his eyes flashing with undisguised mockery.

"What?"

"We won." Beckett's sarcasm deepened.

"We are the victors of this war, and that's enough. Are the sacrifices of those people you're talking about really that important compared to this victory?"

Not necessarily.

The words from Beckett made Hela stand up straight, close her eyes, and take a deep breath.

"In war, only the result matters."

"I don't need you to teach me what war is." Hela calmed the surging emotions in her heart. The latter's indifferent attitude of selling his family's land without a care in the world really annoyed her.

So it wasn't your person who died.

This isn't a matter of solely focusing on the outcome. Even if Beckett had given prior notice before using the Star Destroyer Cannon, she could have saved those warriors who shouldn't have died.

The teachings of her father Odin were deeply ingrained in Hela's mind.

Every warrior who fights for Asgard is a hero, and a hero's life should not end so hastily.

"You are angry only because you feel that the Asgard soldiers died because of me, not because you think they shouldn't have died. So, put away your ridiculous pity."

Beckett chuckled, stood up, and shoved Hela aside. The force of his push caused the unsuspecting Hela to stumble and fall onto the soft bed behind her.

"If your father Odin had made this decision today, would you still be so angry?"

"Don't confuse yourself with my father. My father would never raise his sword against his own army like you do." Hela's long, dark hair was spread out on the bed, and her expression was as cold as ice.

"Name."

"Dee Elrod".

"Age."

"Two thousand three hundred years old."

"..."

On the border of Svartalfheim, at the Asgard army's garrison. Inside the interrogation room, The Other, wielding the Mind Stone Scepter, stands before the prisoner Beckett had brought back, attempting to control his mind.

The Mind Stone's abilities are quite useful in this regard.

The ability to manipulate people's hearts is completely irrational.

"Tell me, where is Malekith?"

"I have no idea."

As the remaining dark energy devoured his body, a sinister smile appeared on Elrod's face, his bare, skeletal features looking particularly terrifying. "You can't control me."

The Other was startled, then realized his reaction was a bit undignified. He coughed twice and pressed the scepter inlaid with the Mind Stone against Elrod's chest once more.

"It's useless, you lackeys of Asgard. No one can match the King's power." Elrod grinned maliciously, continuing his [prophecy].

"Once the King's power is fully restored, the entire Nine Realms will be plunged into darkness. You will be powerless to stop it."

Trapped in enemy territory, Elrod showed no intention of confessing and seeking leniency. His arrogance and confidence were palpable, prompting The Other to strike him on the head with a stick, interrupting the latter's sinister laughter.

"The Other."

The Other, who had just finished striking the cane twice, heard a sound behind him and turned around to see Beckett in his silver armor.

"Your His Highness Beckett."

"How's it going?"

"Your His Highness Beckett, for some reason, the Mind Stone doesn't work on this prisoner." Worried that His Highness Beckett might label him as "incompetent" because of this, The Other once again poked Elrod's heart with his scepter. The latter remained unmoved, showing no signs of being affected, and even had time to bare his teeth at Beckett.

"Woz." Beckett frowned.

"Your His Highness Beckett, Elrod has isotopes of the Infinity Stones in his body. Although they are faint, they are enough to allow him to resist the control of the Mind Stone."

A dense array of analytical data appeared on the screen in Beckett's right eye, and the Reality Stone particles, which exhibited the same properties as the Mind Stone, caused Beckett's mind to race.

Unless the isotopes in Elrod's body are removed, Beckett has no chance of getting the information he wants from Elrod, given his strong willpower.

"Woz, can you remove the isotopes from his body?"

"This will take time and a lot of experimentation, Your His Highness Beckett."

"Time is not an issue." Beckett turned the bracelet on his wrist, and a bright blue robotic raccoon instantly appeared in the interrogation room.

"I understand, Your His Highness Beckett." Woz reached into his belly pocket and pulled out two bottles a few seconds later.

"Then, let's begin the experiment."

Shaking the liquid in the bottle, Woz walked step by step to the immobile Elrod and inserted the bottle directly into Elrod's body...

Thanks to [pine pineapple] for the tip~