"But... you won't be his match."
Before the throne, Frigga looked calmly at Hela and spoke softly.
"When you place yourself in the role of challenger, when you have even prepared yourself to die for it, you have already lost, Princess Hela!"
"Shut up!"
Faced with Frigga's persuasion, Hela frowned, and the Death Blade appeared directly at her side.
She stood there in a bold, commanding stance, gripped the longsword in her right hand, and then slammed it viciously against the floor!
Clang!!!
The empty Asgardian hall immediately rang with an ancient, ritualistic knocking sound.
She raised her hand and continued striking. Hela struck the ground more than eight times in all.
The sound of weapon striking floor made countless civilians working throughout the city look over in worry.
"That sound..."
"Is there going to be another war?"
"Who is it this time? Prince Thor?"
"Doesn't look like it. That person on the throne is a woman!"
"I've never seen that woman before!"
"Can she win?"
"Who knows, but why does she need to win?"
The civilians began whispering among themselves, while Heisenberg floated in the air and lightly teased the nearby Heimdall.
"Look, the princess of Asgard has finally made up her mind.
Wait here for me. Once I deal with her, I'll come right back and learn how to operate the Bifrost from you."
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Heimdall nodded respectfully. In the next instant, Heisenberg above his head vanished.
Boom!!!
With a dull impact, Heisenberg returned to the Asgardian hall.
He landed beside Frigga and lightly nodded to Your Highness, Queen of Gods.
"Go rest somewhere safe for a while, Frigga!"
"Mm."
Frigga nodded as well, then leisurely walked out of the hall toward the garden behind Asgard.
After she left, Heisenberg looked at the throne less than