The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 1152 - 150: Children Make Choices, I Want Everything! (7.1k)

Chapter 1152: Chapter 150: Children Make Choices, I Want Everything! (7.1k)

As night fell, the World Tree slightly withdrew its heat waves and flames, its scorched branches revealing a deep, dark red.

A gentle breeze fluttered by, and bits of glowing embers fell from the tree, illuminating a dark and graceful silhouette before the Temple’s entrance.

Judging by the accumulated ashes under her feet, she seemed to have been standing here for a long time.

After lingering for some more time, she finally made up her mind, raised her hand to push open the Temple’s doors, and stepped inside.

Inside the main hall, a figure crowned on the Throne had its head bowed, seemingly in deep slumber.

The newcomer bit her lip, walked up the stairs, and reached out to touch the weary face.

"I thought you wouldn’t come."

A deep voice echoed in the hall, and Luo En raised his head to look forward.

Hela’s body stiffened at the foot of the stairs, her outstretched hand paused in midair, her gaze slightly evasive as she murmured:

"Teacher, you, you are awake?"

"I’ve been waiting for you to come in for a while."

Luo En spoke calmly.

Hela suddenly felt awkward, a strong urge to turn and flee growing within her.

Just like before, when making mistakes, all she could do is this.

Luo En chuckled silently, turned to look outside the hall, and asked:

"So, is this what you want?"

Hela, immersed in embarrassment, reacted, her face changing dramatically:

"I didn’t, I..."

"Without your approval, Lafei and his cronies couldn’t have entered Asgard, let alone turned the Immortal Palace upside down."

Luo En raised his hand to interrupt his student’s defense, his gaze calm and profound.

The certainty in his voice and the superior scrutiny pained Hela’s heart, giving rise to a reckless impulse: fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

"It was I who did it! Whether it was conquering the Immortal Palace or killing Freya and Balder, it was all my and Lafei’s plot. What do you want to do? Kill me, Teacher?"

As she spoke, the Death Goddess opened her hands at the foot of the stairs, two Night Sky Swords emerging in her palms, a cold breath spreading.

Luo En shook his head and answered straightforwardly:

"I am not here to demand an accounting from you, just want to know why you made this choice."

Why?

Hela was silent for a moment, the hard facade she had crafted melted like snow and ice, she lowered her head and murmured again:

"I just wanted to leave there, wanted you to spend more time with me..."

Such a simple request?

Luo En was speechless, unable to respond.

Because such a simple request, neither he nor Odin met.

The latter was fine, but the former was the condition of Warner and Asa Divine Race comity, and also the Foundation of the Nine Realms’ order.

Under the imperative law of Fate, even he could not liberate Hela from the Netherworld’s influence and imprisonment.

Unless, Ragnarök arrived, and the order of life and Death became unbalanced...

Luo En sighed, looked complexly at his student at the foot of the stairs:

"Hela, how many years has it been since we had a good conversation?"

Hela fell into silence, thoughts flashed through her mind:

When was it?

Is it when she first defied her teacher’s request and followed her father Odin’s request to grow through Secret Technique?

Was it when she was tricked into the Netherworld, becoming a prisoner?

Or was it the endless waiting that fell through?

After a long time, Hela shook her head:

"Can’t remember..."

"Is that so? That’s my oversight."

Luo En smiled, slightly raised his right hand.

The remains of the World Tree emerged from the ground, forming a scorched rattan chair and long table at the foot of the stairs, with a few plates of snacks and a pot of nectar set upon it.

"Sit."

Hela bit her lip, somewhat confused:

"You don’t blame me?"

"Blame you? Blame you for what?"

Luo En asked back, his expression exceptionally serene,

"From the moment Odin and I sent you into the Netherworld, you have owed us nothing anymore. You had no obligation to guard the World Tree for us, much less the obligation to stop Lafei from attacking the Immortal Palace. But all these years, you’ve worked hard to maintain the life-and-Death balance of the Nine Realms, using the spirits of evil ones to feed the Black Dragon King Nidhogg and slowing its pace of gnawing at the roots of the World Tree, giving Nordic realms more time. For this, both of us owe you a favor."

These were not words of comfort to Hela but rather his deeply considered thoughts.

Neither Odin as a father nor he as a teacher seemed qualified to bring a reckoning against Hela.

To ensure the Asa and Warner alliance came to fruition and the World line returned to course, they jointly schemed with lies to send Hela into the Netherworld, sowing the seed of disaster.

But what begins in this manner will end in this manner.

Their sowing of this "cause" a thousand years ago, through the fermentation of time, finally became the "effect" of Ragnarök.

This is Fate.

Thus, Hela being bewitched by Lafei, choosing to abandon guarding the Netherworld, welcoming what Ragnarök brings to free herself from prolonged Curse and imprisonment, was already predestined.

No absolute right or wrong, merely different choices.

Yet this judgment, though appearing fair and reasonable, indeed lacked the proper sentiment.

Anger or reproach, after all, is a reaction growing from deep love and subsequent critical demand.

Only calmness represents the symbol of estrangement.

At this moment, although Hela successfully gained liberation and avoided accountability, she did not feel a sense of relief, but rather an inexplicable sense of loss.

Ultimately, she had disappointed her teacher.

No matter how efforts to restore were made, their Future relationship might never return to the past.

Luo En drank the nectar in his cup down and reminded:

"After finishing this cup of wine, you should also return."

Hela’s heart quivered, she bit her rosy lips, and asked:

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