Just hearing the anger and hatred spilling from this goddess's mouth made Heisenberg's scalp tingle.
After all...
This was the first time he had encountered a truly resentful woman.
Hera kept saying Diana should die.
But in truth, even with his ass, Heisenberg could tell that the person she truly wanted dead was...
Diana's cheap old man...
In any case, after Hera spat out her final words, Heisenberg gloomily rubbed his scalp.
"Alright, alright, goddess, don't be so resentful.
After all, I haven't had the chance to do anything discourteous to you yet. There's no need for your anger to be aimed at me, right?
As for Diana, it's fine. As long as I know she's safe, that's enough.
Fifteen days from now, she'll duel your son.
Your son is Ares?
So, you're Hera?"
"Hm?"
Hearing Heisenberg's words, Hera was genuinely stunned.
This development did not seem to be proceeding as she had imagined.
Shouldn't she have cursed this so-called Heisenberg, the foreign god before her?
Then sworn to kill the woman whose mouth was full of the name Heisenberg.
Then enraged the Heisenberg in front of her, thereby sparking a war between Olympus and the Asgardians behind him.
In the end, the war between pantheons would let that damned bastard die perfectly in the conflict.
Shouldn't everything have developed so perfectly?
And now he was telling her he wasn't angry? This... this, this, this...
Was the King of Gods of the Asgardians really this mild and easy to bully?
Hera knew Heisenberg was a King of Gods because she had communicated with Diana to some extent.
Though the exchange had not been friendly, Hera had ultimately learned some information about Heisenberg through Diana.
For example, Heisenberg was the sun, the king of Asgard, the lord of the old gods,