Odin's Departure (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival~)

Asgard, the royal palace.

Hela argued with her mother Frigga, about her marriage.

She admitted that she did have a slightly strange feeling towards Beckett, but that was only because Beckett had defeated her time and time again, and it was definitely not because of any liking for him.

Hela, who was groomed by Odin from a young age to be the future successor of Asgard, naturally had exceptionally high standards and discerning eyes when it came to choosing a partner. While Beckett was strong, he had not yet reached the level that made her fall in love and admire him.

That's what she's always thought.

She firmly believed that her ideal man would appear before her like the legendary hero in Asgard folklore, radiating golden light and resembling Kami descending to earth.

This is Hela's beautiful vision of her other half, which Beckett obviously does not share.

"Hela, that's just a fairy tale." Frigga said, both amused and exasperated.

She never imagined that Hela, with her illustrious war record, would still believe in the perfect fairy tales she had told her as a child.

"I thought you could distinguish between fairy tales and reality."

"Why can't you tell the difference? Aren't you and Father a perfect example?" Hela, arguing for her own happiness, directly cited Frigga and Odin as examples.

One is a princess of Vanaheim, and the other is Prince of Asgard.

The union of Odin and Frigga is arguably the most celebrated story in the Nine Realms.

The loving life of a prince and princess is the best template for fairy tales.

"... Hela."

Frigga didn't know how to begin, and a complex emotion gradually appeared in her eyes.

Her relationship with Odin was initially just a formality.

"Alright, I need to rest now." Seeing that Frigga had nothing to say, Hela didn't bother to continue talking to her.

When opinions clash, there's no point in arguing. On the issue of marriage, Hela will not back down in the slightest.

She is Asgardian Princess, the future Heir to the throne, and the Goddess of Death who can control the spirits of Asgard. She has the right to expect a peerless hero who perfectly meets all the criteria to appear.

"I understand. Get some rest, darling."

Knowing when to stop, Frigga got up, kissed the woman on the forehead as an apology, and turned to leave, leaving Hela alone.

The marriage alliance is still just a plan for her, so there's no need to push Hela too hard.

All we can say is that we'll try to find opportunities for Beckett to spend more time with her in the future to see how it goes.

Why did they suddenly make me marry Beckett?

[Why?]

After Frigga left, Hela lay back on the bed alone, closed her eyes, and tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. Her mind was filled with the wedding arrangements her mother Frigga had mentioned.

The more I think about it, the angrier I get, and the angrier I get, the less I can sleep.

Why would her parents suddenly want to match her up with Beckett?

After much thought, Hela felt that the most likely explanation was Beckett's forceful kiss in the snow and ice; she couldn't think of any other reason.

"That guy..." Hela gritted her teeth, wishing she could grab Beckett by the collar and hurl insults at him, thinking of Beckett's appearance.

If you have an idea, just do it; the women of Asgard never give up.

Hela once again infiltrated Woz's communication system; the backdoor she left last time was still there.

Inside the execution ground, Beckett, with a candy dangling from his mouth, looked serious as he stared at the small notebook spread out on the table in front of him, one hand supporting his chin, his eyes swirling with a hint of something else.

On the large sheet of paper, only one line of text was written: Self-criticism.

There is nothing else.

The orange cat that had sneaked in with Beckett to see him write his self-criticism was lying on the upper left corner of the table, yawning and lazily wagging its tail.

He'd been locked up for an hour, and forget about writing 800 words, he'd only managed to squeeze out a "self-criticism."

The red tail wagged impatiently, and Beckett, who had a terrible headache, simply put down his pen and looked up at the starry sky.

This is a habit he developed from a young age: drawing inspiration from the boundless starry sky.

As for how long this absorption process will take, that depends on fate.

What are you doing here again?

"He's in solitary confinement again?"

Hela's virtual image appeared in front of Beckett at just the right moment through the communication system in the bracelet.

The desolate scene of the execution ground startled Hela, who had arrived in anger.

She really hadn't expected this scene.

"Shut up."

Beckett was already used to Hela's sudden appearances.

Beckett settled into a more comfortable reclining position and closed the notebook, but the glaring title "Self-Criticism" still couldn't escape Hela's sharp eyes.

"A self-criticism?"

Hela's expression suddenly became extremely strange; her anger vanished, replaced by an uncontrollable smile.

Laugh at.

A blatant mockery.

Especially the way Beckett, lying on the ground, gave her a cold glance and then turned away, refusing to look at her directly, made Hela laugh out loud without restraint...

"Meow!"

Beckett ignored the uninvited woman. The orange cat, who was lazily lying on the table, seemed to have finally found something to do. Its pink paws slapped the cover of the notebook, making a loud thud. Its round little head looked fierce and bared its teeth.

"I've never seen anything like this before."

Hela managed to stop laughing, but the corners of her mouth still couldn't help but turn up, and her bad mood before coming here was inexplicably swept away.

She is very happy now.

"Boom!"

Beckett casually flicked his wrist, and a dense ball of energy passed through Hela's virtual image, causing a nearby mountain to explode in response.

"Don't make me come looking for you." Beckett turned his head away, his cold gaze causing Hela to sit down on the ground indifferently.

"Then you'd better not come. If you do, I'm afraid my mother will force us to get married on the spot," Hela retorted with a cold laugh, not to be outdone.

"Marriage?" Beckett frowned and sat up straight, alert.

Not long ago, his adoptive father Thanos also asked him this question.

"You want to marry me?"

Beckett's wary look immediately drew a furious shout from Hela: "Die!"

What does that mean?

Beckett's attitude made Hela, who had already laughed for a while, completely forget why she had come.

He always managed to inexplicably provoke her anger.

"Finish writing your self-criticism before you speak!"

Whether I wrote a self-criticism or not is none of your business.

"Can't I be happy to see you looking so gloomy while writing your self-criticism?"

How old are you this year, little brother?

Hela's provocation caused Beckett's eyes to flash with an extremely dangerous light.

Under the Eternity moonlight of the execution ground, Beckett, unusually, engaged in a verbal battle with Hela.

The main ideas behind verbal battles are roughly as follows:

Hela (raising her eyebrows, her expression full of mockery): "At least I don't have to write a self-criticism like you."

Beckett (with a cold expression): "I've hit you before, and more than once."

The orange cat, lying on the table, shook its head from side to side, looking at Beckett, then at Hela, and then down at the moonlight cloak draped over itself.

Suddenly, I lost the urge to join in the commotion.

They arrived full of anger and left full of resentment.

Hela, whose hard-fought record wasn't great, ended the call first after 30 minutes of debate.

Over the next three days, Hela vented all her anger on the Jotunheim resistance base, which was still putting up a stubborn resistance. Meanwhile, Beckett finally managed to write two heartfelt 800-word self-criticisms and submitted them to his adoptive father, Thanos, for review.

Five days later, King of Asgard Odin of Asgard, under the watchful eye of his wife Frigga, donned the Destroyer Armor and left Asgard fully armed to challenge the legendary Kami and find his next direction in life.

P. S.: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival everyone!

PPS: The chapter title is wrong... It should be 197... I'm a little confused... I can't change the title.