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Chapter 1867 The Troublesome Goddess

"I know why you're here. In fact, there's a connection between us. Ouroboros and I can more or less sense your thoughts when you think of us."

Hela returned to the palace, sat on the throne, crossed her legs, and swung her left foot, which was painted with dark green nail polish.

"You can practice more in the future so you don't have to make extra trips."

"I feel like you are complaining to me implicitly. I only come to you when I have something to do." Blaze smacked his lips and wanted to nag a few more words, but he couldn't help but get down to business first.

"How long has Baldur been in Helm's Underworld?"

"...less than a year." Hela knew what Blaze wanted to say and what he was worried about.

In less than a year, Balder's resistance to pain has reached such a high level that even the goddess of death Hela has to work hard to eliminate his mental state, and there is still a long time to go.

One day, even if Balder does nothing and simply endures the damage, he will be able to use his own heat to turn Helheim into a hell on earth again.

"Don't worry. I've decided to ask the strangers for ideas on how to torture Balder. Based on their knowledge, there won't be any problems for at least a hundred years."

"It seems the problem is quite serious indeed. Should we go find some weapons to attack the sun?"

“Hey, I told you not to worry.” Hela raised her eyebrows unhappily, her eyes cold. “Your concern is a questioning of the absolute authority of me, the mistress of Helheim.”

"So I don't care about you anymore?"

“…” Hela fell silent, twisted her head and turned away.

"But it's your duty to care about me and to be mad at me. You're not an irresponsible person, are you?"

"Isn't it?"

“No.” Blaze shook his head, but before Hela could breathe a sigh of relief, he continued, “But as you can see, I have many responsibilities and many duties, so some responsibilities may be pushed to the back because of the hidden dangers. You see…”

"Balder is too dangerous. His affairs concern the future of the entire Helheim Underworld. And... uh, the strangers, for the strangers who farm, they will be very troubled if they don't have crops in the Death World!"

Hela patted the throne and stood up. Although her face was expressionless, she spoke very quickly, even pulling the strangers into the conversation.

She knew a lot about Blaze, including the first official job Blaze got after embarking on his journey - Silver Knight. A full year and a half had passed, and Blaze had not done a single contribution mission.

This was all because Arcadia was too safe, with a large number of foreigners active there, and her second-generation father, Herbie Hermes, the world's largest chamber of commerce, as a potential ally. Even if Blaze wanted to do something, he had nothing to do and could only chat with the queen.

"You, you understand, right?" Hela looked at Blaze nervously, afraid that Blaze would say "I don't care about you anymore".

"I understand." Blaze held his chin and nodded. He understood that Hela was actually quite troublesome. Fortunately, he was never afraid of trouble.

"What did you understand?" Hela asked worriedly.

"I'm going to come here often to get your dislike."

“That’s right!” Hila felt comfortable now. She lazily lay back on the throne, holding her chin. Although her face was still expressionless and cold, the corners of her eyes were slightly curved, and her tone was a little eager.

"Is there anything else you want to tell me?" "Is there any way to get rid of Baldr? The stranger's methods are enough for a hundred years, but what about after a hundred years?"

“Not yet. The sun’s uniqueness is irreplaceable.” Hela shook her head and sighed regretfully. “If replacing the sun could solve the problem, I would have found a way to do it long ago.”

"But unfortunately, the underworld of Helm can only accept dead suns. Dead sun gods are rare. Besides Balder, the only other sun god is the lovely sun girl in your body."

"I can't give Amaterasu to you, even if she is willing." Blaze shook his head decisively, even though he knew that Hela was just joking.

"Yeah, I was kidding. This sun girl is no longer useful. I don't need her."

Amaterasu, who had just appeared and was about to give Blaze a warm hug on the cheek, froze on the spot.

"No, I don't need to!" Amaterasu raised her voice, her face immediately flushed, and she jumped up and down in protest. "Why can't I do it? If that pervert can do it, why can't I? I can even make clothes!"

"Well~ In terms of ability, you are indeed more powerful than Balder, but this ability comes at a price." Hela held her chin and looked at Amaterasu, who suddenly froze, with a hint of amusement.

"As the Supreme Sun, your strength naturally recovers very slowly. You need to go on a solar tour to fully recover, right?"

"Ga!" Amaterasu's expression froze and she slowly retreated behind Blaze.

"Just pretend I never showed up."

"I understand. Just pretend you never showed up." Blaze touched Amaterasu's head. This was the price to pay for possessing the power of Ra, the supreme sun god and the victor of the only solar war.

Even the supreme sun god Ra would be exhausted to death if he did not take a death-like rest.

"Anyway, you don't need to worry about Balder for now. At worst, I can concentrate on studying how to torture people."

"It's better not to study it, otherwise it will easily lead to mental abnormality."

“None of your business!” Hela’s voice was a little excited, but not out of embarrassment. Instead, she was obviously excited, as if she had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Blazer's mouth twitched. He had heard that some people who lacked love while growing up would desire it back in a rather distorted way when they grew up.

There is no doubt that Hela is in this state now. She longs for care so much that she hopes for compulsory care that cannot be driven away.

He was sure that if he continued to satisfy Hela's confrontational and compulsory care, then if he slacked off a little in the future, Hela might become more seriously ill.

What's even scarier is that he's not sure if it's now.

"Do you want me to ask Herbie to do some too..." Blaze asked tentatively. He didn't mean to drag Herbie into this, but just hoped that someone could share the burden.

“No, Herbie, Herbie…” Hela shrank her neck. The tall goddess of death revealed the demeanor of a little girl and muttered softly, “If I talk back, she will really ignore me.”

"But you won't."

Then isn’t this... bullying honest people?

(End of this chapter)