Embrace Virtue and Foster Harmony, Comfort the Common Folk

"Tomorrow, I will personally travel to Jotunheim to meet with Laufey and discuss the drafting of a treaty of peaceful coexistence between Asgard and Jotunheim."

"Tomorrow..."

Space, Beckett.

On the return journey back to the Centaurus Galaxy, Beckett stood by the window gazing in the direction of Asgard, the words Odin had spoken in the royal palace still echoing in his ears.

"A treaty of peaceful coexistence..."

"Interesting."

Recalling the look of astonishment on Hela's face when she first heard the news, Beckett unconsciously wagged his tail.

Odin's performance today was completely different from the image Beckett had in mind.

Odin was once a ruthless man who was willing to hand over the Reality Stone to Thanos in exchange for the destruction of the Dark Elves. Now, he actually wants to shake hands and make peace with Jotunheim, whose strength is not as great as Asgard's?

Something just doesn't seem right.

"Woz, what results have you gotten from the analysis?"

"Unfortunately, His Highness Beckett is not here."

"Whether analyzed from the perspective of biomagnetic field or energy properties, Odin is still the same Odin."

Woz's analysis completely dispelled Beckett's suspicion that "this Odin is not Odin."

"That's settled then. Prepare to initiate the space jump. Destination: Skrull Empire's main planet."

Beckett turned and sat back down, and the orange cat, which had jumped down from his shoulder, followed suit and fastened its own seatbelt.

Beckett has always been a man of his word.

This is thanks to the teachings and guidance of his adoptive father, Thanos, during his upbringing.

If the goal is to teach both empires a lesson they will never forget, then neither of them can be spared.

"I'm afraid that won't work, Your His Highness Beckett."

"Lord Thanos's message requests your immediate return to the Dark Order."

Woz respectfully raised his hand, and a message bearing Thanos's autograph appeared before Beckett's eyes.

"Father?"

Asgard, the royal palace.

Unable to understand her father Odin's decision, Hela locked herself in her chambers, expressing her protest in a silent way.

"Odin, why don't you just say it clearly?"

"You should know that this decision you made will be hard for her to accept."

Frigga, carrying the fruit platter herself, walked to her husband's side and asked softly.

Odin had always instilled in Hela the ambition to unify the Nine Realms through military force. It's easy to imagine Hela's disappointment and incomprehension at Odin, the leader of the Asgard thugs, suddenly giving up.

"I can't say, Frigga."

Odin sighed and looked up at the murals above him depicting his past achievements. The warhammer his daughter held high seemed so glaring.

"I know Hela's personality too well. Once you bring up the reasons, a seed of hostility will definitely be planted in her heart."

"An enemy of those ancient gods."

"This is an extremely dangerous thing for Hela."

Odin closed his eyes, and the image of that Kami casually shattering his proud power seemed to reappear before him.

At that moment, Odin truly felt death, real death.

If Hela is told the reason, she will indeed choose to endure for the sake of the bigger picture, but one day when she feels that she has enough power, she will definitely take up arms and find those gods who only exist in legends.

Just like he was a few days ago, he was full of confidence.

Then he was on the verge of death.

Odin did not want his daughter to follow in his footsteps.

"I would rather Hela have a problem with me than have Hela know about the existence of those legendary gods."

"Because I won't kill her, but those gods will."

"Those people will never hesitate to act, believe me, Frigga. They have an extremely contemptuous attitude towards all life in the universe."

"No matter who it is."

Odin's voice sounded somewhat tired.

"But what if that god really does descend upon Asgard and wreak Carnage, as you fear?"

"Then I will tell Hela the truth." Odin opened his eyes, a resolute look in them.

"I admit, there was an element of gambling in it, Frigga."

"However, this is the best decision I can make at the moment."

With a one-in-five chance, if he wins the gamble, Asgard will remain unscathed. At most, he will gain a daughter who harbors resentment towards him as her father, rather than a daughter who is hostile towards the gods.

He can use time to dispel his daughter's opinions about him.

With a deep bond between father and daughter, and given Asgard's long lifespan, Odin believed he could surely remove the thorn in Hela's heart.

After all, they are father and daughter. How could Hela possibly rebel against him because of this so-called peace treaty?

"I hope so." Frigga remained worried; for some reason, she had a persistent unease in her heart.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything."

"If Asgard isn't targeted this time, I will gradually change Hela's personality."

"To raise her to be a true queen."

The experience of being so close to death seemed to have elevated Odin's heart, and this peace treaty was not entirely due to the pressure from that god.

Embrace virtue and harmony, and comfort the people.

These are the qualities that a king of a prosperous era should possess.

The resources of the unified Nine Realms alone would be enough for Asgard to consume for an unknown period of time, so there was no need to keep waging wars and blindly expanding outwards.

He had raised Hela according to the standards of a king of chaos, and the values he instilled in her were inevitably lacking.

But it's okay, it's not too late to change now.

He was in his prime and had plenty of time to correct the distorted personality he had raised in his daughter.

"And what about Beckett?"

"Hela and his engagement?" Frigga asked, her head resting on her husband's shoulder.

"I don't think Hela objects, does she?"

Odin was also very satisfied with Beckett, his future son-in-law.

He has led troops in battle and carried out assassinations solo, so his personal abilities are guaranteed.

In terms of character, he could trust Thanos's teachings and example. Moreover, based on their several interactions, Beckett didn't seem to have the same twisted ideals as Thanos.

Moreover, and most importantly, if they do indeed get married, then once that god descends upon Asgard, he can buy some time by dying, allowing Thanos to personally and secretly bring Hela to the Dark Order.

It's like double insurance.

"I will contact Thanos after I return from Jotunheim tomorrow."

"To avoid any unforeseen complications, if Thanos agrees, let's hold the wedding in seven days."

Seven days of preparation was enough to give Hela a wedding she would never forget.

Odin closed his eyes, silently planning each step to come.

At this moment, in Hela's bedroom.

An enraged Hela had already smashed all the ornaments and sat on the steps, panting slightly.

I'm so angry.