42 The island that doesn't exist is full of peaches.

"I thought you were going to make me wait a lifetime… Welcome to my garden… Hela."

The voice was sweet and velvety, but full of malice and venom.

Hela could see the huge walls filled with roses and didn't dare touch one of them, she felt in many ways intimidated.

The walls became narrower and taller at each step, which only heightened the enormous feeling of discomfort and claustrophobia.

Even if there was air, it was all so fragrant it made her feel nauseous.

That place was Aphrodite's territory, there was nothing to discuss and even if she wasn't directly talking to Hela.

Aphrodite was everywhere.

Hela especially wanted to handle all her affairs without causing any more trouble, that was her only big wish, but for some reason those gods were just making her attempts more and more difficult.

She sighed a little dazedly as the flowers gathered and she could feel her body dizzy and anxiety rising.

Aphrodite hadn't appeared yet, but it was obvious that voice belonged to her.