"Don't be ridiculous."
Hearing Hela's question, Heisenberg calmly shook his head.
"You Asgardians really seem to hate the Celestials. Whether it's you or Odin, you always bring them up.
But rest assured, I'm not one of those things!"
As he spoke, Heisenberg casually waved his right hand twice.
A moment later, Denver City, which had been floating silently in the air, slowly began to descend.
Looking at the city around her, which resembled building blocks, Hela blinked in shock once again.
Heisenberg noticed Hela's expression, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily rose.
How should he describe this goddess? She really was much like Odin had said.
In some ways, this girl was like a child, desperately craving approval and respect while being exceptionally stubborn!
Seeing Hela's adorably astonished expression, Heisenberg could not help but think of her original future.
In Thor: Ragnarok, after Surtur rose from the Eternal Fire.
Hela could clearly have left the utterly doomed Asgard, just as Thor had.
Even if losing Asgard would have weakened her somewhat, she would never have ended up perishing alongside Asgard.
But some people were simply like that.
They would never abandon what others would rather destroy.
For a girl like Hela, hatred might not last forever. Even after Odin imprisoned her for countless years, she had not truly made up her mind to kill all of Odin's remaining children.
After all, she was fully capable of dealing with Thor without Stormbreaker.
And if she loved, then she loved eternally.
Just as she deeply loved Asgard—once she loved it, how could she abandon it?
Thinking of that, Heisenberg reached out, habitually intending to pat Hela's head.
That was nothing unusual. He was Heisenberg, after all—a veteran cat-petter who wanted to stroke everyone's fur.
But just as his right hand reached