Hela understood it herself. Without the backing of force, all she could do was talk tough. It had no real effect.
She looked at Hayato.
Viciously.
But no matter how she put on an act, there was no hatred in her eyes.
She could not bring herself to hate him.
Hela was a proud person. Proud people did not easily yield, so after Odin imprisoned her for so many years, the moment she escaped, she immediately became enraged. Odin was dead, so the father's debt would be paid by the son.
But once proud people lost, they could instead accept it calmly.
Either they admitted defeat completely and obediently accepted punishment.
Or they worked hard, grew stronger, and fought again.
Stubbornly refusing to admit defeat and resorting to dirty tricks after losing were tactics for the weak and those with false pride.
Hayato asked, "What do you plan to do after you get out?"
Hela was instantly at a loss.
Her life seemed to have consisted only of battles for ambition and battles for revenge.
Battle, battle.
Nothing but battle.
Once she could no longer fight, Hela had no idea what she should do.
Thinking about it that way, it seemed rather sad.
After saying that, Hayato left for the time being.
A few days later, Hayato came to the Asgard prison again, leaving Hela alone to think.
"Have you decided?" Hayato asked.
"I don't know."
Hela still had no answer, but after hesitating, she said, "Perhaps I'll leave Asgard, travel elsewhere, and then leave the Nine Realms."
"Oh, life is not just about scraping by in front of you. There are also poetry and distant places."
Hayato said it with a smile.
Hela said, "What?"
Well, Asgard had no such saying, and Hela certainly did not.
Her life was