The Last Time (First Update)

"Though this would very likely go against my daughter's wishes, I wouldn't mind Salomon using a little force. Your disciple is too shy, too chivalrous, but in the face of a matter concerning the Nine Realms, chivalrous methods can be set aside for now." The Sorcerer Supreme rolled her eyes, dismissing the Queen of Heaven's words.

Just minutes ago, Frigga had watched Salomon and Hela's battle through the scrying mirror and cried out in shock. She had even uttered foolish remarks such as, "Talk things out properly," and, "A husband and wife fighting is bad for governance," making the Sorcerer Supreme's blood pressure rise. Frigga's vision was certainly perfect, but it was also the least likely of all possibilities. Even if Hela put aside her hatred right now, bore Salomon's child, and established a joint rule over Midgard and Asgard, Ragnarok would not simply vanish.

As a member of the Vanir who possessed many secret arts even Odin did not know, Frigga naturally knew of the multiverse. Yet compared with the other dreadful futures, Frigga would rather gamble on one possibility. The Queen of Heaven no longer had any objections to the Sorcerer Supreme and Salomon's reckless wager. No matter how slim the chance, Frigga was willing to stake everything on it. Whether she gambled or not, Asgard would lose all its chips after Ragnarok. Going all in was hardly a difficult choice. Salomon and Hela, still fighting amid the remains of countless Asgardian martyrs, naturally knew nothing of Frigga's intentions. The Venerable One had no intention of using that possibility to stop the battle either.

Hela grew more and more agitated as the fight went on.

Salomon's moves were cunning. Whenever he exposed an opening, it often meant he had laid another trap. This was especially uncomfortable for Hela,