You and me under the world tree

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When the legs push the ground and move backwards, the chair will be connected to make this sound.

Then came a series of stomping sounds.

'Da da da'

Accompanied by brisk footsteps, Hela's little head appeared at the kitchen door.

"Dinner~ dinner~ not~ no~ yes~ okay~?"

she asked.

The tone was full of childish willfulness, and the deliberately protracted tone made Hodder and Dietrich look at each other.

There was no smile in their eyes.

But soon, Huo De laughed, and the corners of his mouth began to rise deliberately.

"It's almost ready, just wait."

He said so to Hela.

"How old are you, can't you be patient?"

"Then you have to tell me what's for dinner?"

"sandwich."

"Ah, only sandwiches?"

Hela puffed up her face, she looked rather dissatisfied.

"I thought it would be better to eat."

"No way, after all, who made sandwiches not only convenient to make, but also a meal on the road tomorrow."

Hodder said.

"Tonight's workload is quite heavy."

"Meals on the way tomorrow?"

However, Hela obviously didn't listen to Huo De's later exclamation, and the only thing she paid attention to was 'tomorrow'.

"Are you leaving tomorrow?"

Chapter 90: She hates everything, she hates herself

At this moment, Hela's expression was undoubtedly shocked.

She didn't even seem to be mentally prepared, and there was even a hint of reluctance on her face.

"Are you really leaving tomorrow?"

Facing this voice revealing complex emotions, Hodder did hesitate for a while.

His eyes subconsciously turned to the kitchen window.

And from his position, he could just see the magic lights lit up in the City of Ash Trees, and that was the light that belonged to the night market.

And soon, he became hard-hearted.

"if not."

He asked back.

"We're in a hurry."

"..."

After hearing Hodder's words, Hela fell silent.

time.

After all, this is an unavoidable topic. Hodder had already emphasized this point before coming to Jotunheim.

The Midgard he values and the humans living in it haven't grown enough to confront the gods alone, and after finishing those things in Jotunheim, they must rush back as soon as possible.

After realizing this, Hela found that the dry words she was brewing could not be uttered no matter what.

She froze in place, her expression constantly changing.

She hasn't made up her mind yet, she needs to add fuel to the fire.

So, Howard let out a long sigh.

"Speaking of which, I also got a very important news from Bailey's family today."

"what news?"

"The family has just returned from Midgard, and the situation in the atrium has reached the point where even a giant like him has to leave."

"Is there such a thing?!"

It wasn't Hela who questioned in shock, but Dietrich.

After all, Hella has nothing to do with Midgard anyway.

Although she lived there for a while, it was limited to that.

Compared to her, Dietrich was born and raised in Midgard.

There is still her kingdom!

"Could it be that the gods have already started attacking the courtyard recklessly? But this kind of thing should be impossible."

Although she didn't lose her sense of proportion, Dietrich still raised a possibility in a worried tone.

Hearing this, Huo De calmly shook his head.

"Calm down, it's not that bad situation yet, it's just that war has broken out in Midgard."

"Etzel... No, you just troubled him before, and his wife is about to give birth, so it's impossible for him to attack directly after you leave."

After regaining her ability to think, she spoke.

"So, there are still kingdoms that can wage war..."

"Norway, I did have the idea of attacking it, but it seems that the whetstone I left on purpose to increase my merits was first used by the gods."

"So we must hurry back to Midgard as soon as possible, yes?"

Hela asked in a low voice.

"Yes."

"I understand."

In the end, Hella didn't say much.

She just took a deep breath, and then looked at Hodder and Dietrich again.

"I……"

For a moment, she didn't even know what to say with her elongated tone.

There was even a hint of bewilderment on Hela's face.

Then, she smiled.

The raised corners of the mouth look rather forced.

"I'm suddenly tired."

She took two steps back a little.

In the end, I don't know if it was because she didn't control her balance well, she was staggering like a drunk.

'thump'

In front of Hodder and them, she just fell to the ground.

"Hella..."

Dietrich subconsciously made a sound.

But then, he quickly realized what stupid words he was talking about, so he couldn't help covering his mouth.

However, it is too late.

The voice had passed, and the girl had obviously heard it.

"Hella..."

She repeated the name, then lowered her head.

"Humph."

She laughed, and the laughter made Dietrich speak again.

She wanted to say something, but before she could speak, Hela shook her head.

"In fact, I have always known that there is nothing to miss. When I think about it carefully, I am not exactly the girl named 'Nanna'. She is just the 'subject', a part of me."

Nanna, the girl she once was, lost her mother and then her adoptive father.

Full of hatred for his father, full of hatred for God.

She longs for revenge and longs for survival.

Devouring a large number of souls, the body is soaked in the icy river full of toxins.

The body rots and swells, and the soul is completely different from the original.

"No matter what, I shouldn't stop at this kind of thing."

That's what it says, and it sounds reasonable, too.

But Hela's sad look was not convincing.

"I'm just a little tired."

Facing the gazes of Hodder and Dietrich, she smiled again, looking a bit forced.

"I'm going to rest for a while."

With the pace of fleeing, she rushed back to her room, leaving only Hodder and Dietrich looking at each other.

"Hella..."

"Just calm down."

Dietrich looked as if he was going to chase into the room, and Holder just went back to the kitchen and continued to prepare his own meal-it seemed that way.

"However, it's not a cool thing anymore."

Looking at Hodder's unhurried back, Dietrich said.

"If you really let her know the cause and effect, she will hate you to death."

Then Hodder paused for a moment, staring at the pan in front of him, before dumping the bread into the trash can.

"It's burnt."

he said in a low voice.

Then came another deep breath.

"Hate this kind of thing..."

"Zi La La"

He started frying the bread again.

"Let her hate it, it's better than not being able to find a way to vent it, after all..."

He turned the bread over.