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Chapter 1942 The master of pretending to be confused
Blaze dragged the True Sun Chariot Armor to the Eleudnir Palace. After the fight in Helheim, he had to report to the mistress of Helheim.

The palace gate was already open, as if they had known he would come and had opened it on purpose.

Hela, the mistress of the underworld of Helheim, the goddess of death, was sitting on a huge throne, supporting her head with her right hand as if she was resting. When she heard Blaze's footsteps, she frowned and opened her eyes, as if she was disturbed by Blaze.

Before Hela even opened her mouth, Blaze knew what she was going to say, which was simply, "Hmph, there's no need to bother me with such a trivial matter as defeating Balder."

"Hmph, there's no need to bother me with such a trivial matter as defeating Balder." Hela snorted coldly and said exactly what Blaze was thinking.

"Yes Yes Yes."

Blaze raised his hands helplessly, but was not angry.

Although Hela acted very inhumane, her tangled bare feet revealed her true thoughts very well, with her toes twisting and tangling together.

Even if he exposed it, Hela would probably just quietly hide her feet under her skirt and explain that she was worried about whether Helheim's underworld could function normally in the future.

As the afterlife, Helheim is very special. It is a real piece of land. As long as it is land, it needs sunlight to nurture life, but the afterlife contradicts the sunlight that symbolizes life.

The only thing in this world that fits the pretentious land of Helheim's underworld is the dead sun Balder. Originally, Amaterasu could replace Balder, but after completing her solar tour, Amaterasu completed her transformation.

"You don't have to worry about Balder anymore. He won't be able to endure your torture with such a nonchalant expression like he did in the past. You'd better be gentle and don't break him."

“How can you be so sure?” Hela asked back in a sharp tone. Even if there was no problem at all, it would still be a problem. Doesn’t this mean that the attention paid to Helheim would be reduced to that of Arcadia?

Blaze saw that Hela's feet were getting even more tangled up, and he touched the back of his head in confusion.

"...Badr's previous reaction was because his omniscience made his consciousness, or way of thinking, far in the future. Now it seems like a memory from long ago."

"Plus, fate has foretold his transformation into a butterfly. The suffering he endures now is merely a sacrifice for that moment. Trading this pain for the position of ruler of the new era is well worth it."

"But now it's different. It's not that that moment won't come; it's right before his eyes. He just can't do it. His consciousness and thoughts are naturally stuck in this moment."

Blaze touched his chin, feeling that his description might still be a little too abstract, so he explained it in a foreigner's way.

"To put it simply, he didn't have a health bar before, so no matter how hard you hit him, he was fine. Now he has a health bar."

"Maybe you won't have to torture Balder anymore. Just scare him a few times and he'll be willing to be the dead sun of Helm."

Blaze gave a brief explanation, but Hela's expression was calm and she didn't seem to care much. She just said "oh".

I don't know if it was because he was in a state of mind where he could remain calm even if Mount Tai collapsed, or if he was thinking about something else.

"Ah."

Blaze replied, and an awkward silence fell over the palace.

Although Hela held her head up and looked nonchalant, her eyes were always following Blaze. Blaze thought he should go back and tell Marika that he was safe, and wanted to find a suitable excuse to leave.

Logically, he could have walked away quickly, but Hela kept staring at him, twiddling her toes, looking very conflicted, and it was obvious that she still had something to say.

"Then I'll leave first?"

“Hmm—Boom…The Palace of the Roarer!” Hela raised her voice, then, as if realizing she had overreacted, she put on an embarrassed face.

"You haven't forgotten about finding the Roarers' palace, have you?" "No, but didn't you say you weren't in a hurry?"

“It’s not a big deal.” Hela shook her head, indicating that she didn’t want to cause any trouble for Blaze. She emphasized, “I’m just reminding you that you still have some relatively important things to do in Helheim.”

"Well, I don't have anything else to say. You can go."

But your feet don't seem to indicate that.

Blaze looked at Hela's bare feet and then at Hela's face speechlessly. Some people are inferior to what they appear on the inside, but Hela is inferior to her in every way.

"I think that soon, when World City is completed, the first Olympus Games will be held. Do you want Helm to participate?"

“How can the world of the dead set foot in the world of the living?” Hela shook her head and turned her face away.

"But if you insist on an invitation, I, the goddess of death Hela, the mistress of the underworld of Helheim, once one of the branches of the world tree, cannot refuse you, the third-generation King of Asgard and the second-generation Fenrir."

Although there was a hint of disgust in her tone, Hela's bare feet, no longer hesitant, proved that she did not reluctantly accept the proposal. Of course, whether it was really related to the proposal of the Olympus Games was unknown.

In short, Blazer finally read the atmosphere and realized that he could leave now.

As soon as he walked out of the palace gate, Blaze looked at the butler Gunrat and the maid Gunraot on both sides of the gate.

"Why don't you give her shoes?"

Because that would be so meaningless.

If that's the case, it won't be long before Hela has a wall of beautiful shoes.

The maid Gunraot tried hard to open her eyes a little.

"Lord Blaze, do you know the saying that serving a king is like serving a tiger?"

"I've heard of it before."

"Do you think Lord Hela is a good-tempered monarch?"

"Well, probably not." Blaze pondered for a moment and shook his head helplessly. Hela actually had a bad temper.

"As the only two servants of Lord Hela, are we in danger at all times? Only by accurately guessing the monarch's inner thoughts can we keep ourselves safe." The maid Gunraot got to the point.

"It seems so."

Blaze walked away carrying the True Sun Chariot Armor with a confused look on his face.

What the maid Gunlaot said seemed to be right, but also seemed wrong. However, since the maid Gunlaot was doing it for her own safety, then it was right.

The maid Gunlaot breathed a sigh of relief. When she turned around, she saw Hela looking down at her quietly from behind the palace gate that was only a crack open.

But Hela just glanced at her, turned around and returned to the throne, without mentioning putting on her shoes.

This person is a master at pretending to be confused!

(End of this chapter)