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Fortunately, Odin wasn't as petty as Feny had feared. When he returned to the royal palace, he found that his belongings hadn't been cleared out or tampered with.
After locating the star map and securing it safely on his person, Feny began to deliberate on how to approach Odin regarding a trip to Muspelheim. However, before he could formulate a proper argument, Frigga found him first.
"I heard you caused quite a stir in Jotunheim just now."
Frigga didn't sound accusatory; instead, a trace of melancholy touched her expression. "Thor and Loki have done the same in the past," she noted softly. "May I know your reason for doing so?"
Feny was the type of person who responded well to kindness but bristled at force. Had Odin calmly advised him to return, he might have listened.
But Odin was the King of Asgard, the All-Father. He was a man accustomed to being obeyed without question, and with the Frost Giants watching, it was virtually impossible for him to treat Feny with such gentleness.
Frigga was different. Though she was the Queen, she was also a motherly figure; her soft, kind tone felt entirely natural. Combined with the meticulous care she had shown him during his stay—and those gold coins—Feny held a very high opinion of her.
"I just wanted to find someone to fight," Feny replied candidly, meeting her gaze. "And I had no intention of killing those Frost Giants. I controlled the power of my magic; it wouldn't have caused any fatalities."
Frigga's face registered a flicker of surprise.
She was a witch—an exceptionally clever and powerful one. She had her own ways of reading people and trusted her intuition. She could tell Feny wasn't lying, which was exactly why the answer startled her.
"Just to find a fight?" she repeated almost unconsciously. This reason was entirely unexpected.
When Thor and Loki had stormed Jotunheim, it was due to Loki's schemes and the giants' interruption of Thor's coronation—not to mention the blood feud between their races.
"Yes," Feny nodded. Odin trusted Frigga implicitly; if he could convey his perspective to the King through her, it would be an ideal solution.
Frigga looked at him with confusion. "Then why go all the way to Jotunheim for the Frost Giants?"
"It's not just Jotunheim," Feny explained. "Actually, I plan to visit Muspelheim next. I also intend to see Alfheim and Svartalfheim."
Frigga froze again. "Also to... find a fight?"
"Mhm."
Though Frigga believed Feny, she struggled to understand his motivation. She had formed a very positive impression of him; she shared his love for books, and when she learned he spent hours in the library every day, she had mused that despite how different his personality was from Thor's, it made sense that they were friends.
Now, however, it seemed they were more alike than she thought.
"Is Asgard not sufficient?" she asked. "We have many formidable warriors. If need be, I could even be your opponent. To be honest, I have been quite curious to witness your fire magic myself."
Frigga knew Feny had few peers in Asgard; even Thor had fallen to him. But that didn't mean Asgard was weak—it just meant Feny was exceptionally strong. If no one in Asgard could best him, it was unlikely he would find a challenge in the other realms.
Feny gave a helpless smile. While he was secretly curious about how much experience points a duel with Frigga would yield, he replied politely:
"It's not a matter of finding an opponent. Asgard is wonderful, but I want to see the other realms, to experience different races and their unique abilities."
Hearing this, Frigga realized she couldn't keep urging him to stay.
"Very well," she sighed, looking at him earnestly. "Mr. Helsais, Asgard has sacrificed much to maintain peace in the Nine Realms. I hope you can understand that."
"I do," Feny nodded. After this much time, his irritation had mostly subsided. Seizing the opening, he added, "When I visit the other realms from now on, I will do so under the name of a Kamar-Taj sorcerer seeking a formal challenge. I won't just start random battles anymore."
Frigga's gaze softened immediately. She knew Odin feared Feny would destabilize the realms, but after hearing Feny's thoughts, she felt that risk was minimal.
She didn't leave immediately. Instead, she began to discuss magic with him. During his time in the library, Feny had encountered many obscure points in Asgardian magic. Now, with the premier witch of the Nine Realms standing before him, he didn't hesitate to ask his questions.
In the process, he unexpectedly learned a minor spell that was incredibly useful to him.
The Art of Concealment.
As the name implied, it was a spell for hiding treasures, combining elements of space and illusion magic.
Feny's spatial talent was already quite high thanks to the Space Stone. While he was slightly less gifted in concealment, having a master like Frigga guide him allowed him to grasp the nuances quickly. In just a few hours, he had mastered the technique.
The Art of Concealment was a small-scale spell. Originally, it had been designed during wartime specifically for carrying certain rations, but Frigga had refined it into a versatile method for storing items.
The storage space was limited—at most, it could hold a few weapons and small items—and things couldn't be kept there indefinitely without a risk of them becoming lost in the void.
Still, Feny was delighted.
He had been worrying about how to carry the Scepter around. Although he had thought of a workaround, he'd been too busy to implement it. Now he also had the 'Dragon's Breath' staff; while carrying a magical staff looked cool, it could be inconvenient at times.
With this spell, he finally solved his weapon-carrying problem.
"Thank you truly," Feny said as the sky turned fully dark. He thanked Frigga with genuine sincerity; while the spell lacked offensive power, its utility for him was immense.
"It is quite alright. I didn't expect you to be so gifted; it took Loki two whole days to learn this!"
Frigga smiled warmly, though a flicker of sadness crossed her face at the mention of Loki.
Feny didn't quite know how to comfort her. In his mind, he knew Asgard wouldn't keep Loki locked up forever, even if the Dark Elves' attack didn't happen.
Thinking of the impending threat of the Dark Elves, Feny looked at the woman before him. For the sake of the magic she had just taught him, he decided he ought to save her. Besides, he was determined to get his hands on the Reality Stone himself; whether it would even end up inside Thor's girlfriend was now anyone's guess.
(End of Chapter)