Chapter 312 - 301
Loki's thoughts were simple. First, trick this thug out.
Anyway, as long as his so-called sister, Hela, broke the seal, war would be inevitable—fueled by her hatred for Odin, her relentless pursuit of Asgard's former glory, and her ruthless nature.
To put it bluntly, Loki wanted her to be the catalyst, the force that would stir up the chaos.
"My dear sister, the Queen of Asgard, in one month, your glory will spread throughout the Nine Realms. The laurel crown of flowers will be placed upon your head, bathed in the light of triumph, and the world will kneel at your feet."
"Even Odin will regret everything he has done to you. That foolish old man will be forced to tear away his veil of hypocrisy and reveal to all what he has been concealing."
"Using so-called kindness to mask the iron-blooded history of the past."
Loki's words were laced with charm and manipulation, his mastery of persuasion nearly flawless. His impassioned speech stirred something deep within Hela, filling her with satisfaction. Her previous impatience? Gone.
She was immersed in the grand vision Loki painted for her.
A true ruler must be patient.
And so, she would wait.
When the month came, as Loki promised, the Nine Realms would witness her ascension to the supreme throne. All would kneel, and her rule would be absolute.