I Became a Wendigo in a Fantasy World

77 – Episode 77

Freya smoothed her sore forehead and glared at the Wendigo.

No matter how unfair she was, her gaze contained the power to charm her partner.

“Are you just using Sinbi to vent your anger? It would be better to use it for something more useful.”

“Seeing…”

Freya’s charm was powerful, but the Wendigo did not waver at all.

For charm to work, you have to be at least a little interested in the other person.

It was impossible for Wendigo, who had no interest in Freya in the first place, to be charmed by her even if he wanted to.

More than anything, considering the years Freya has lived, this is quite…

“Are you thinking it’s rude?”

The Wendigo, who had no idea that Freya would find out about her feelings, was surprised.

However, the Wendigo did not show any signs of anger. She had no facial expressions anyway, so even if she had suspicions, there was no way to confirm them.

The wendigo slyly dismissed her pretense.

“We’ve already made it through the night, so what’s the reason for thinking like that?”

“Freya. Let’s joke around a bit and get to the point.”

“Baby. But the wendigo…”

“Are you going to do this again? If you’re going to keep complaining, I’m going to get up now.”

When her Syr tried to take her arm away, Freyja was startled and hugged her tightly.

Sir, who usually despised her (it wasn’t that he didn’t like her), didn’t want to miss the opportunity of allowing such blatant contact with her.

“Okay. Okay, let me enjoy it for a little while longer~”

When Sir looked at her with a sullen expression, Freyja hurriedly snapped her fingers and ordered the man.

The man who was fascinated by Freya walked in front of the Wendigo and knelt before her according to her will.

The Wendigo asked Sir while observing the man.

“I’m sure he wasn’t brought here for no reason… Is there something important going on? To me, he just looks like a warrior with a weird head.”

In the Wendigo’s eyes, there was nothing special about the man.

From the clothes she was wearing to the dagger at her waist, there was nothing mysterious about her, and she did not have an outstanding body like Gul Marg.

He was a northern warrior who could be commonly seen anywhere. If we just went to a village on the outskirts of the forest right now, we could probably bring in dozens of these people.

Sir also knew that well.

“Yes. When I first received the report, I thought he was just an ordinary madman.”

The world was wide and there were many crazy people. This was a kind of law that applied equally to any era and any world.

But Sir realized that this crazy guy was a slightly different type of crazy person.

“Could you please take off the man’s top?”

The wendigo nodded her head and walked up to her man, swinging her claws. Her sharpened nails tore off the man’s clothes in one fell swoop.

‘… I didn’t mean to tear it up.’

She tried to just cut him off cleanly, but the man’s clothes were more shabby than she thought.

Still, I was able to quickly figure out why Sir told me to take it off.

Unknown letters were tattooed near the man’s heart.

“These are letters I’ve never seen before.”

“It may be a little unfamiliar to you, Spirit. This is a character used by shamans. However, the person with the tattoo is not a shaman.”

“I’m sure a shaman wouldn’t carve letters this messily. It’s hard to force him to do it.”

Carving letters was the basic knowledge and most important skill of a shaman.

Most spells are used by creating artifacts, but if the letters are even slightly distorted or shaken, the spell cannot be cast.

Of course, skills that have been trained over a long period of time will show signs of failure even if you try to force them to be ruined.

‘It’s definitely not in good condition.’

The text engraved near the man’s heart was difficult to read properly due to the torn skin, rotten flesh, and blood that could not be wiped away.

“Who engraved it?”

“Wouldn’t it be better to hear it from that guy, not us?”

Freya smiled and ordered the man.

『 Answer the questions honestly. 』

Freya’s voice rang out like a beautiful harmony, and the warrior fell in love with it.

At this moment, the man’s life became Freya’s property.

“Ah… Yes, of course. So please, use your voice again!”

“Okay. I’ll tell you again when I’m done with the questions.”

When the warrior pleaded earnestly, Freyja promised with a mischievous smile.

Others watched and thought at the same time.

I have no intention of granting your wish!

The Wendigo gestured to Freya.

She came squirming and flew up onto her wendigo’s shoulder, and the wendigo was horrified.

“I didn’t mean to tell you to get on my shoulder.”

“I know. I came up because I thought people would hate me if I did this.”

As expected, Freya was happy when the Wendigo hated it.

The Wendigo contemplated throwing Freyja to her land, but she controlled her mind and calmed down her anger.

Freya was not his subordinate, but a kind of partner. It is very rude to throw someone like that to the ground.

“Still, being rude is being rude. I hope you’ll refrain from doing things like this from now on.”

“They say you’re too static and uninteresting. So what do you want to say?”

The Wendigo whispered to Freya in her ear.

“Is that guy supposed to be alive?”

“Oh, that’s an inappropriate question? Of course, it doesn’t matter if I die. That’s why I promised you, but you didn’t know, right?”

“No. I was just asking because I was curious.”

The Wendigo organized the information in her head.

It is a very important issue if Sir and Freya come to visit in person, but it doesn’t matter if the prisoners die…

‘It’s important to have a back, but this guy is just a small brat.’

If he was a great guy, he wouldn’t have been so fascinated by Freya’s appearance in the first place.

After gathering her thoughts, the Wendigo approached the man and asked him point-blank.

“Who’s behind you?”

“That’s… Wow!?”

The man was in pain, vomiting blood.

The Wendigo was not very surprised. She had had someone put a ban on her subordinates before.

The Wendigo looked at Freya, thinking of the gracious wolf. Freya reacted as if it was no big deal.

“Don’t worry. My fascination has a power that cannot be compared to ordinary things. Even if I want to die, I will hold out until I tell you everything, right?”

“… I didn’t mean to ask that question, but thank goodness.”

The Wendigo, who was about to ask if she knew about the ban, interrupted her. Because Freya’s attitude was nothing short of an answer.

Above all, if she vomited out information and died like Freya said, she really didn’t need to worry.

The man vomited out blood mixed with flesh and opened his mouth.

“He is… The one who breaks military discipline and heralds victory, the supporter of warriors and the bystander of tragedy, the great…”

“I’m not interested in nicknames, so tell me your name quickly.”

“… His name is Alfodr, God of War and King of the Gods who reigns over the Gods of the North.”

As a being too grandiose for a shabby warrior emerged from behind, the Wendigo looked at Sir with a shocked gaze.

Cyr read the emotions in the Wendigo’s eyes and averted her gaze and offered her excuse.

“Well, I just thought he was crazy, but Freya gave me a straight face and said I had to bring him in.”

“Um… I guess they might just be making fun of you?”

Sir flinched at the Wendigo’s sharp guess, but shook her head.

Although Freya is an eccentric spirit who enjoys being teased and scolded by women like Hanryang.

She is said to be a snob who supports many people, including her mother, and then throws them away when she gets old…?

‘I’m really angry that that’s a possibility.’

But, at least until now, Freyja had never told a serious lie to Sir.

Sir defended Freya with confidence.

“At least Freya didn’t mess with her about something like this.”

“Honey! Even though I was always tickling, you still believed in me!”

Freya squealed and walked up to Sir and rubbed his cheeks.

Syr was disgusted by Freya’s excessive affection and tried to retreat, but it was a futile resistance.

It was impossible to overcome Freya’s power with a weak woman’s body.

The Wendigo continued her interrogation, sending her condolences to Sir, who was now in tears.

“What does the carving on her chest mean?”

“This… I don’t know. I, a humble person, could not dare to listen to the voices of the gods. They themselves put the text into my head, and I engraved it on my body so as not to forget it.”

‘They are the ones who hit me on the head because I couldn’t communicate with them…’

The Wendigo was convinced that even the self-proclaimed gods were not normal people.

If conversation doesn’t work, you have to find another way. Can you say it’s normal to get it stuck in your head?

The others also whispered as if her Wendigo thoughts were not much different.

“It’s not a bad method, but I think it’s a method that doesn’t take the safety of the target into consideration.”

“It may be the reason why that man became a madman. But the efficiency is…”

‘… Shamans have no choice. ‘Because what I usually do is research things like that.’

The Wendigo asked a question, trying to ignore Skadi and Sir’s academic discussion.

“Why did you try to break into the forest?”

“That’s… Ugh!!!”

“!”

The Wendigo was startled and she stepped back. The man started screaming and hitting his head on the ground.

Freya clicked her tongue.

“Well, it seems like it wasn’t easy to resist even with my charm.”

“Freya, why are you like that?”

Freya shrugged her shoulders and answered Gul Marg’s question.

“The man who put the ban on him is a very nasty man. Since he did something that wasn’t ordered, the ban must be losing his mind.”

“Then does that mean he was really chosen by God?

“What? That can’t be possible. There are almost no gods who pay attention to such a shabby guy.”

Freya sneered at the wendigo’s innocent question.

The gods were not kind. To be precise, it meant that there were more harsh gods than kind gods.

And the northern gods were often the harshest among them all. To the extent that most people view the weak as expendable.

“The gods of the North never like the weak. They are all perverts who like to fight and inflict hardships.”

“If you say so, it’s definitely serious.”

“… Are you insulting me? That’s really too much. I’m still a generous spirit, right?”

“What are you talking about? I said this because I thought you would have seen the worst situations more than us since you have lived for a long time.”

“……”

Freya quietly glared at the Wendigo.

If you look closely, this spirit is said to have been born not long ago, but its actions are no different from those of a thousand-year-old spirit.

Even the way he speaks is polite, so his stomach is unlucky!

“Um, everyone. I think we need to stop that person first.”

“Get out of my head, out of my head!!!”

The man, or rather the madman, did not stop even as his head was torn and blood was flowing freely.

If things continued like this, it was obvious that the madman would explode and die.

“It would be better to save him. Skadi, please.”

“Skadi, nothing will change just because he does that. Well, he can do it if he wants.”

Skadi was puzzled by Freya’s meaningful words and awakened the spell contained in the ring.

The roots sprouting from the ground captured the madman’s arms and legs, and even his neck and mouth.

The madman resisted, shedding bloody tears, but it was no use.

There was no way that an ordinary warrior could release her spell that had temporarily trapped the Wendigo.

“Treatment for this condition…”

“Wait a minute, don’t get closer. Something’s strange.”

The Wendigo blocked Skadi from approaching the madman. I felt an unknown energy stirring around the madman.

The madman’s body froze as if frozen, and his eyes rolled over, revealing the whites of their eyes.

After a while, the madman’s eyes returned to normal.

Whisk, scribble.

The madman communicated his thoughts by moving his fingers.

“It seems like you’re asking me to release you.”

“The situation has definitely changed. Skadi, will you release me?”

Skadi nodded his head and retrieved his roots. The madman, freed from his bonds, moved his body around and relaxed.

The Wendigo realized that the madman’s presence had changed.

Her humble warrior appearance disappeared. Her posture was firm, her face was full of composure and confidence, and there was a subtle sparkle in her eyes.

‘I would believe him if he were to say that he was the chief of a certain tribe, or even the king.’

“Ah, ah. I’m not sure if my voice comes out well.”

“The warrior’s voice has changed.”

Gulmarg was amazed and grabbed the club. One thing I realized in life was that strange things are usually dangerous.

The Wendigo also pulled her ice sword from her ground and tensed her body.

So that if a madman tries to do something strange, he can cut off her head.

The madman was still moving her body and checking her condition.

The madman frowned as if he didn’t like something…

“Oh, that’s right. It was because the area was too wide.”

“…?”

The Wendigo was taken aback by the madman’s rambling words. But her absurdity did not stop there.

The madman looked at her with a relieved expression and began to gouge out her own eyes.

When Freyja saw that, she narrowed her eyes and muttered.

“I’m sure he’s a crazy old man.”

“This voice… It’s Freya. It’s nice to see you again, but it’s sad that I have to capture your beautiful appearance with just one eye. If I had known it would be like this, I would have left it behind!”

The madman who had gouged out his eyes told Freya a horrendous joke in a happy voice.

Mangled hair, forehead with exposed bones, torn face and bloodshot single eye.

The madman covered in her blood smiled and greeted her politely.

“Hello. My name is Alfodr, the main god who once occupied the throne of the gods. Now, well… I’m just one of the forgotten gods who returned to Middle-earth.”

‘It would have been better if it had been forgotten.’

At the appearance of a new crazy guy, the Wendigo cursed under his breath.