A month had passed since Bella attended her last grand banquet in Asgard.
In the Golden Realm, banquets were not particularly rare.
Small gatherings happened frequently—usually casual affairs with a few friends, drinking and celebrating minor victories.
But large-scale banquets—those where most of Asgard participated—were grand and monumental.
The banquet a month ago had been one such grand event.
And tonight, it was happening again.
Just like before, Bella was the undisputed star of the celebration.
Countless warriors, nobles, and even common folk toasted to her, eager to bask in the radiance of the Goddess of Judgment.
Bella, in turn, was in a delightful mood.
She had achieved what she came to Asgard for: fulfilling her meritorious deeds and forging bonds with the legendary kingdom.
Her digestion ability was monstrous—no exaggeration needed.
No matter how much food or drink entered her stomach, it was digested within minutes.
Even the potent spirits of Asgard, strong enough to floor gods, barely made a dent in her composure.
As the night wore on—
Bella performed a legendary feat: she single-handedly drank thousands of Asgardian soldiers under the table, including Thor himself.
By the end of it, the massive banquet hall was strewn with fallen warriors.
Thor, Volstagg, Fandral, and countless others lay collapsed across the grand hall, snoring or mumbling drunken nonsense.
If it weren't for their flushed faces and the rise and fall of their chests, one might have mistaken the hall for a battlefield of corpses.
And at the center of it all sat Bella, graceful as ever, casually nibbling on cooled food, completely unaffected.
Ruthless. Absolutely ruthless.
Among the three famed Warriors of Asgard, two were down for the count.
The only ones who remained upright were Sif, Loki, and Bella herself.
Sif had drunk a fair amount herself, her cheeks flushed a charming pink, but her mind remained sharp.
As she looked at Bella with admiration, she couldn't help but exclaim:
"Saber, this is the first time I've seen someone who can drink everyone under the table. You're absolutely incredible."
In Asgard, drinking capacity was a point of pride, a measure of a warrior's greatness.
And tonight, Bella had shattered every standard.
Her drinking ability was as terrifying as her strength.
Meanwhile, Loki sat quietly nearby, nursing a goblet of untouched wine.
He watched Bella from the corner of his eye, a faint look of disbelief flickering across his handsome face.
How much could this woman's stomach possibly hold?
Did she have a dimensional rift hidden inside her body?
Was she some kind of ancient Devourer of Worlds in disguise?
Loki couldn't explain it.
And one thing became absolutely clear to him—
No matter what happened, he would never, ever provoke this terrifying woman.
Strength. Beauty. Drinking ability.
An absolute werewolf.
A ruthless force of nature, far beyond the average Asgardian.
It was worth mentioning that Queen Frigga, for reasons Bella wasn't entirely clear on, had not attended this banquet.
Thus, among the hundreds present, only Bella, Sif, and Loki remained sober by the end of the night.
Sif, having spent the last month growing closer to Bella, looked at her with sisterly fondness.
After all, Bella had shown zero interest in Thor.
And for Sif, that was a huge relief.
If Bella had shown any romantic interest, Sif would have felt threatened.
After all, Bella surpassed her not only in strength but also in appearance and charisma.
Even Queen Frigga had hinted at match-making possibilities between Bella and Asgard's princes, which had made Sif anxious.
But Bella?
Bella seemed to have no interest in men at all—only an intense, slightly worrying desire to beat up Thor and Loki during training.
As long as Bella wasn't after Thor's heart, Sif was more than happy to call her a sister.
Throughout the month, Sif often brought plates of delicacies to Bella, spending hours chatting, laughing, and sharing stories.
Even Loki, despite his usual aloofness, found himself frequently drawn into their conversations.
In particular, Bella's tales of Earth's cultures fascinated them both.
As Bella sat there, rosy-cheeked from warmth rather than drink, a slight thought crossed her mind.
She looked at Sif, smiling gently:
"Sif... I think it's time for me to return home."
Sif blinked, momentarily surprised.
But she quickly regained her composure and smiled warmly.
"Is that so? Well, when I visit Earth, you must take me to sample all those delicacies you've told us about."
"Of course~," Bella answered with a light nod.
Loki, who had been casually sipping his drink, froze slightly.
For some reason, a faint feeling of displeasure welled up inside him.
But he schooled his face into a perfect mask, betraying nothing.
As the night drew to a close, the banquet officially ended.
But the legend of Bella, the woman who drank all of Asgard under the table, spread like wildfire the next morning.
All across the Golden Realm, conversations buzzed with awe and admiration.
Strength. Beauty. Drinking prowess.
Bella had it all.
She had etched herself firmly into Asgard's collective heart.
Even Bella herself couldn't quite understand the strange association between drinking ability and appearance, but she didn't mind.
Today was the day she would leave Asgard.
Clad once again in her sleek black leather armor and high boots—the same outfit she had arrived in—Bella looked prepared and composed.
The magical items she had received were stored safely in an unknown spatial compartment.
It was incredibly convenient.
At a thought, any item could be retrieved or concealed.
Even Loki used a similar spatial magic.
Very practical indeed.
At the Bifrost Bridge, standing tall and vigilant, Heimdall awaited.
The guardian of the Bifrost, with his golden armor and shining sword, was an immovable figure.
Bella approached him with respectful admiration.
She had always admired this stoic warrior—
a man who had stood his post for thousands of years without wavering.
A true werewolf. Far more brutal than any Earth office worker.
Heimdall, sensing her approach, nodded kindly.
Though he showed no outward emotion, even he couldn't deny the impact Bella had left on Asgard.
Thor, Loki, Sif, and the Warriors Three had all gathered to see her off.
Their presence was a testament to how highly she was regarded now.
Thor clapped her on the shoulder with his typical exuberance.
"Bella, if you ever want to return to Asgard, just call Heimdall's name. He will open the Bifrost for you."
Hearing Thor's words, Bella raised an eyebrow slightly.
This was no small thing.
To have Heimdall open the Bifrost upon personal request was an honor few ever received.
Only trusted allies of Asgard were afforded such a privilege.
Bella smiled slightly, understanding the weight behind the offer.
She returned their farewell hugs one by one.
When Heimdall activated the Bifrost, the brilliant light spiraling into the heavens, Bella prepared to ride her modified motorcycle into the portal.
But just as she was about to leave—
Thor suddenly called out:
"Oh! Bella! If you see Jane on Earth, tell her I'll visit her soon!"
Bella almost tripped.
Only now did Thor remember his girlfriend?
No wonder things ended the way they did later, she thought with a wry smile.
Still, she nodded good-naturedly and revved her bike.
The roaring engine echoed across the rainbow bridge.
With a final glance back at the friends she had made in Asgard, Bella shot forward into the light—
And disappeared.
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