Thor knew exactly what Hela meant.
That was why it felt like such a hot potato.
Thor said helplessly, "I am the king of Asgard. Saving the lives of its people is my responsibility. As for the mistakes you have committed, they will likewise be judged according to Asgard's laws."
Hayato walked over. "Tsk, tsk. You really do have the air of a king."
Hela snapped out of her lifeless daze and shot Hayato a vicious glare.
Furious, she said, "Why didn't you kill me? Did you keep me alive just to humiliate me?"
Hayato spread his hands, looking utterly innocent.
"I was merely honoring my agreement with Odin. If you choose to die yourself, I won't stop you. Look! He saved you, not me."
Hayato nodded toward Thor, who was still carrying her in his arms.
Hela glared at him from the corner of her eye. "Are you not going to put me down, you bastard?!"
Thor let go.
Bang!
Was that putting her down? That was throwing her down.
Even Hayato was impressed. Thor was such a straight-laced guy. No wonder Jane had broken up with him.
Straight-laced men were natural enemies of love. Even being a god could not change that law. Thor was living proof.
Hela glared at Thor. "Are you sick? If you're sick, go get treated. What, you don't like being insulted? I'm not even afraid of death, so what could I possibly fear from you? You think being a god king makes you so great?"
Hayato and Thor looked at each other.
This woman's whole vibe had changed so drastically. It was like taking an aloof goddess to a hotel, only for her to turn into a complete lunatic in seconds.
Maybe she had always kept herself restrained before, burdened by the image