A Play Famous Throughout Asgard

"Your His Highness Beckett, how long are we going to have to stay here?"

After being led out of the dressing room by Frigga's maid, The Other tugged at his new suit of armor, which was similar to his original one, and asked Beckett was walking in front of him.

He wore a white robe and his golden hair flew in the wind.

"Let's go right away."

Beckett, who had never worn a magic robe before, felt the silky smoothness of the white robe's material and seemed lost in thought.

"Woz, can you analyze the material?"

"Woz is analyzing..."

"Woz's analysis failed. I'm sorry, Your His Highness Beckett, Woz is unable to analyze the material of the white robe you are wearing."

Woz had transformed back into a light screen hanging on Beckett's right eye, searched the data for a long time but still couldn't break through the magical defense layer on the white robe. The magical energy that constituted this magical defense layer was not in Woz's database.

[Is this an energy attribute not in the database?]

Beckett raised an eyebrow and then abandoned the idea that had suddenly popped into his head.

"If you could analyze it so easily, what right would my mother have to be called the First Mage of the Gods?"

After finishing her conversation with Frigga, Hela, who was waiting outside the fitting room, saw Beckett walking out in a white robe. After being amazed, she curled her lip in disdain.

She still found her advantage over Beckett —magic.

Although her magical training wasn't very successful, she still felt a sense of superiority compared to Frigga's evaluation of Beckett, even though her sense of superiority was currently limited to the realm of magic.

"Completely unsuitable for learning magic; he cannot form magical circuits within his body." This was the assessment his mother, the Queen Frigga, gave him after meeting Beckett.

"That's just your mother, what's there to be proud of?"

Beckett didn't quite understand Hela's thinking; her mother's achievements weren't her own.

"... Let's go, your father is waiting for you in the palace."

Hela opened her mouth, wanting to say something but not knowing where to begin, and finally managed to utter the words, "Lead the way."

Although it's hard to admit, Beckett now certainly has the right to look down on her, whether it's physical skills or magical attacks.

"No need, just take me directly to the Warship Port," Beckett refused outright.

He doesn't have much time to spare in Asgard right now; the coordinates Asgard gave him before it disappeared haven't been officially confirmed.

"Warship Port? Asgard doesn't need such a thing."

Hela, who was standing with her arms crossed over her chest, raised an eyebrow upon hearing this. Her words made Beckett turn his gaze to her, his expression cold and stern.

"Come with me, your father has something to tell you about your return home." Although Hela is currently no match for Beckett, Hela attitude has not changed much.

Glancing at Beckett's still-bright blond hair, Hela turned and stepped out of the fitting room first.

The bustling streets of Asgard were filled with people, and with good news coming from the front lines, every Asgardians wore a happy smile.

The carefree children either ran around shouting in the streets or stood in front of snack stalls, biting their fingers and struggling, hesitating whether to spend seven days' allowance to satisfy their appetites. Their energetic smiles were something Beckett had never seen in the Dark Order.

"Big brother! Do you want to buy a flower?!"

"It smells wonderful and looks beautiful!"

Perhaps it was Beckett's handsome appearance in his white robe and flowing blond hair that attracted some bold florists, even though he always maintained a cold and aloof demeanor, to approach Beckett with bouquets of flowers, grinning broadly and radiantly.

"Big brother, you can buy a bouquet of flowers for this pretty big sister next to you!"

"Big sister, aren't you right?!"

"I don't need this guy's flowers." Hela bent down, smiling as she ruffled the girl's innocent, flowing hair, paid, and accepted the flowers.

"Now that your mission is complete, you can go back and play with your friends."

"Thank you, big sister!" The girl, beaming with excitement, thanked him sincerely. She then thanked Beckett, who had been standing by and watching indifferently, before happily running home with the money in her pocket.

"She doesn't know you?"

"Probably." Hela's mood inexplicably improved as she smelled the fragrance of Asgard flowers, and her tone in response to Beckett was less harsh.

Protecting this kingdom and ensuring a better and brighter future for the people of Asgard has always been Hela's goal.

"Of course, she will definitely get to know me in the future." Hela, holding a bouquet of gold flowers, exuded confidence.

She is still young and has plenty of time to work with her father Odin to achieve this grand goal; she wants to become someone worthy of being written into the Asgardian Calendar.

At that time, all of Asgard will remember the name Hela.

"You look much more normal now than before." Beckett glanced at Hela, then stopped and walked on. To reach the palace Odin had built specifically for receiving foreign guests, one had to cross the plaza not far away.

Hela's confidence gradually faded...

"My father once said that as long as I want it, fate will be on my side!"

The sound emanating from the center of the square made Beckett stop in his tracks. He turned around, frowned, and looked in the direction of the sound, where a huge stage came into view.

A man clad in silver armor stood on the platform, expressionless, pointing to the sky.

Beside him, a woman whose makeup bore a resemblance to Hela's was rolling her eyes.

Opposite him was a man dressed entirely in a blue bodysuit, staring in terror at the man and woman before him.

"Laufey never dreamed that after years of fame, he would be defeated by two juniors. The Frost Giant's most precious treasure, the Casket of Ancient Winters, was stolen, and facing Hela daughter of Odin, and the strangers she rescued in Jotunheim, this king of the Frost Giant found himself in a desperate battle..."

A man sat imposingly at the edge of the stage, looking at a book titled "Hela Through Jotunheim," as a mature and steady narration began:

"No sooner said than done. When Laufey realized he was outmatched, his palace men jumped out, guns in hand, and pointed them at the man who liked to quote his father."

"Faced with being surrounded by a mob of rabble, the man named Beckett, with an expression of utter disdain, uttered that famous quote that has been passed down through the ages..."

Accompanied by the narration, the man on stage crossed his arms over his chest, raised an eyebrow in a disdainful manner, and said, "I bet your guns are empty."

The audience cheered enthusiastically.

No matter how many times you see it, the La Masia Theater's productions based on this story always resonate deeply with audiences.

Seeing Laufey get humiliated, even if it's just a fictional one, is enough to make them cheer. What's more, according to Bard, the director of the La Masia Theater, their scripts were all personally reviewed with one of the parties involved— daughter of Odin.

Beckett, meanwhile, stared at the man on stage who was impersonating him and repeatedly quoting "My father once said," a murderous glint in his eyes.

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I had four IV drips, which took a while. I was supposed to update around 1 PM, but it turned into 2 PM. (__)

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Also, I wasn't cut by the steel bars because I wasn't looking where I was going; I was cut by rusty steel bars on the edge of the railing because I was trying to avoid a motorcycle that was speeding past me from behind.

Unfortunately, that motorcycle was going too fast, and I'm nearsighted, so I couldn't see the license plate clearly and couldn't catch up with it. I couldn't stop it (ノ=Д=)ノ┻━┻