"Fandral." Garfield asked lazily, "Are you sure it was my godfather who told you to bring this matter to me?"
Fandral repeated Odin's words exactly as he remembered them, then nodded firmly.
"Yes. Those were the God King's instructions."
"Alright." Garfield sighed. "Then this is probably one of those situations where the detective has to get involved."
"Worst case, we stir things up with the Time Stone."
He paused, ears twitching.
"In the future, will I become a powerful figure that shakes the multiverse… or will I be hung at the top of the Golden Palace, dried into ghostly jerky?"
Garfield raised a paw. "Depends on today."
Snap.
"Fandral, bring a large team and follow me. We're catching an assassin."
"Understood!"
At last, Fandral could avenge the beating he'd suffered the night before. His spirits lifted immediately as he mobilized a squad of elite guards.
Garfield scanned the group and pointed at the biggest, strongest-looking warrior.
"You. Come here."
The guard stepped forward and saluted. "Your orders, Your Royal Highness?"
Garfield hopped onto the man's broad shoulders. Everything was perfect, except the armor, which was brutally hard on the butt.
After adjusting his fur with dignity, Garfield waved a paw.
"Fandral, you lead. Targe,: the two winged ones in Silver City."
"…Yes, wait." Fandral froze after taking only two steps.
Silver City had clashed with Asgard countless times in the past. Only in recent centuries, after both Odin and Silver City's ruler had grown older and less impulsive, had relations eased.
This visit was meant to be diplomatic.
Garfield had come to acknowledge his father, and Silver City had responded by sending their eldest son, Amenadiel, for the first time in thousands of years.
That alone showed how much importance they placed on this meeting.
If Asgard made the wrong move now…
War.
A war spanning the Nine Realms. Fandral swallowed and spoke carefully. "Your Highness… are you certain?"
"The other party is a guest from Silver City. Amenadiel is their eldest son, his status is equivalent to His Highness Thor's. Without solid evidence, acting rashly…"
Garfield's ears drooped. Fandral was right.
I'm a godson, Garfield thought grimly. If things go wrong, Odin has a real son to take the blame.
Thor could be punished by being sent to Earth for a few days.
Earth, Garfield's own territory. Thor would eat, drink, fight, and probably come back heavier.
Garfield?
He'd be sent to Muspelheim to become a roasted cat under Surtr. Scratching his chin, Garfield made a decision.
He turned to a nearby guard. "You… bring me Thor."
The guard hesitated. "If His Highness Thor asks~"
"Tell him this." Garfield interrupted. "Amenadiel of Silver City has formidable combat strength. Ask him if he wants to compete."
The guards exchanged glances.
Odinson's family business.
Nothing for them to question, they saluted and hurried off.
Garfield then pointed at Fandral's face. "Let's move."
"…Your Highness," Fandral said cautiously. "Are we going to fight?"
Garfield snorted. "Of course not, we stall them. Hold them here until my brother arrives."
His eyes narrowed. "If they run back to Silver City, we'll be blind."
"…Understood."
Under Fandral's leadership, the group quickly moved through the palace corridors and intercepted Amenadiel's party.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Who is it?" A calm voice came from inside.
Garfield straightened atop the guard's shoulders, cleared his throat, and replied proudly.
"Delivery."
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