Loyal Spirits Remain with Their Bones; This Is Their Final Resting Place

What kind of virtue was killing without batting an eye? Was it supposed to describe Hela as decisive and efficient, with the manly spirit of Asgard?

Even if that made sense, Russell refused. He was a chauvinist; if he stood beside Hela for more than two minutes, they would start fighting.

Besides, even if he were discussing marriage, Supergirl would be first in line. Who the hell was Hela? If she did not have such a good father, he would have already raised his hand and brought it down, turning Hela into a true Goddess of Death.

"Sorcerer Supreme, you could try getting along with Hela. Perhaps—no, I mean definitely. You will definitely discover the shining qualities in her humanity."

Odin wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. It was not that he was shamelessly trying to sell off his daughter; Kamar-Taj simply put too much pressure on him. For Asgard's future, he had painstakingly sought to win over suitable allies.

Odin was a king, and his ultimate move for winning allies over was marriage alliances. Thor and Loki were obviously unsuitable, so only Hela remained.

As for pushing his daughter into a pit of fire...

That did not exist. Russell was the Sorcerer Supreme and had countless virtues, such as...

Uh...

Odin had not discovered any for the moment, but that was not a problem. He trusted Ancient One's judgment. Since Ancient One had selected Russell as her successor, he surely had redeeming qualities.

As long as Hela and Russell spent some time together, perhaps—no, definitely—she would discover his virtues.

Thinking about it this way, Odin was surprised to find that Russell and Hela were simply made for each other. Both were people whose virtues could not be seen at a glance.

Besides, his daughter had looks, a figure,