Hela?
Faced with the iconic black robe, black hair, and cold yet alluring face before him, Odin, the host, averted his gaze and coughed awkwardly before explaining:
"You're not in a convenient position to leave the Netherworld, so, I wouldn't want to bother you with these small matters."
"Oh, is that so? Well, I'll have to thank you for your consideration then."
Hela nodded faintly with a half-smile, her tone subtly dripping with sarcasm.
Wasn't it thanks to this father of hers that she ended up in such dire straits?
In the past, when he banished her for the sake of the Asa clan's interests, there wasn't even a trace of hesitation. Yet now, he suddenly seemed to care.
To put it bluntly, he simply didn't want his daughter to show up and ruin everyone's revelry.
