I Became a Wendigo in a Fantasy World - I Became a Wendigo in a Fantasy World chapter 54

54 – Episode 54

As Osa closed his mouth in shame, the Wendigo looked at the other shamans.

The shamans blushed and lowered their heads. As a fellow shaman, she had no choice but to feel ashamed.

No matter how much you devote yourself to witchcraft, you would think of taking the corpse that was brought as a warning!

‘Damn you guys. ‘I’d rather ask for a proper transaction. What’s the point of taking the number of people and burying the treasure?’

‘I knew from long ago that they were terrible guys, but I never thought they would be like this.’

When they were too embarrassed to raise their heads, the Wendigo looked at her Skadi with her last hope.

However, Skadi seemed to agree with them as well, sighing and nodding her head.

The wendigo let out her exclamation.

I knew that shamans were strange people, but they are truly beyond my imagination!

“So… Is it true that the human face tree was taken for the purpose of using it for witchcraft?”

“Yes…”

Osa responded with a sound that sounded like her ant was crawling.

If we leave aside the minor(?) Issue of its creepy appearance and human corpse, human face water was a highly coveted material for shamans.

“That’s amazing. If I can use it for magic, I’ll even dig up graves.”

I flinch.

The shamans flinched as the Wendigo muttered in bewilderment. The wendigo knew what she was thinking without her having to ask them.

‘It seems like grave robbing is a common occurrence.’

Although the Wendigo didn’t know anything else, she felt very fortunate that she had hired a shaman based on his personality.

If he had been selected solely based on his skills, wouldn’t such senseless guys have been roaming around his land?

When she thought that, the shamans in front of her were amazing. I can’t believe I’m protecting human rights among these crazy people.

“Everyone, lift your heads up. There is no reason for you to be embarrassed by what they did.”

“I have nothing to say.”

“You didn’t do anything, so why make excuses? Leave only Skadi.”

The shamans bowed politely and retreated, and Geron came inside.

Geron blushed and looked puzzled at the retreating shamans and asked the Wendigo.

“Did you at least give the shamans a treat?”

“It’s not that, it’s because of the number of people.”

The Wendigo informed Geron of her shamans’ guesses. As the story went on, Geron’s face became astonished.

Who could have imagined that people would take the human face tree, which vividly feels despair and pain, for the purpose of witchcraft.

“They are really crazy people.”

“I think so too. Anyway, I think I’ve roughly figured out why the seal was taken, so let’s move on to the next problem.”

“Are there any other problems besides this?”

Geron searched his memory to see if there was a report he had forgotten, but nothing came to mind. There has never been a quiet day in the forest like recently.

The Wendigo clicked her tongue and spoke to Geron.

“They left a price behind. Shouldn’t we check if the price is appropriate?”

“Well, aren’t you angry? Anyway, the spirit set this up as a warning…”

Geron said while looking at the Wendigo’s eyes. No matter how much money was paid, taking something without the owner’s permission was something that would make one angry, no matter how kind he or she was.

The Wendigo spoke harshly as if Geron’s worries were nothing.

“It’s already happened, so what can we do? And… It’s not like they took my person’s body.”

The Wendigo was not gentle enough to get angry at people it did not know in this world, and even had a hostile relationship with.

It was a bit surprising that the number of people was taken, but in the end, the warning was properly delivered, so it didn’t matter if the trivial matter was overlooked.

Sensing that the Wendigo was sincere, Geron recalled the gold and silver treasures her warriors had brought.

“It appears that there was a considerable amount of silver coins, jewelry, and items related to witchcraft.”

“Skadi is responsible for matters related to witchcraft and checks with the shamans. If there is nothing strange, you can discuss and share.”

“I don’t think it’ll be anything special… But if there’s anything useful, I’ll tell you.”

“Yes… But are silver coins and accessories useful?”

The Wendigo had no memory of ever seeing forest people buying or selling something with silver coins. Most of her transactions were conducted through barter.

Geron smiled at the Wendigo’s question.

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“Don’t worry. In the past, you couldn’t trade with the outside world because you didn’t have the power, but now it’s quite possible.”

“That’s good. Then, ask each village chief to find out what they need and select people to go to the outside.”

“Is there anything the Spirit wants? If you ask me, these are things the Spirit obtained.”

In response to Geron’s question, the Wendigo shook her head. It was true that I had worked hard to get it, but what else was necessary among things that could be obtained with silver coins?

Clothes? Weapon? Or is it a work of art?

‘There are no clothes for giants, and there is no particular need for weapons. I wasn’t interested in art even when I was human.’

Because the Wendigo didn’t really need anything, she declined Geron’s invitation, but for the first time in a long time, Geron felt awe of the Wendigo.

What an ascetic appearance!

‘He doesn’t usually have any dignity, but when he shows himself like this, I feel a sense of awe.’

“Ah. How about purchasing food ingredients that cannot be found in the forest?”

“Oh, that’s okay. I’ll ask you to do it.”

“……”

As the Wendigo regained her appetite at the mention of her new food, the awe that had been rising in Geron’s heart slowed.

… Still, there was no one better than him to serve as his lord.

* · * *

Gefen, the city of the Freyr tribe.

The shamans who came to Gefen were not always talented. Rather, most shamans were often blocked by the wall of talent and had to compromise with reality…

The shamans who traded(?) The number of her human faces with the Wendigo were also shamans who compromised with that reality.

The main characters were wandering shamans and merchants, Trung and Scalf.

The two displayed the human face tree in Sir’s hut and whispered.

“Are you sure it’s okay? There’s no way the spirit would forgive me just because I paid the price…”

“Uh huh. I asked Isaac, and he said forest spirits are reasonable and friendly to humans. As long as you pay a good price, it’ll be okay.”

“Ah… Anyway, the spirits are reasonable and friendly. It’s hard to trust them.”

“Then you are out.”

“This friend just said it because he was worried. He already paid the price, so he can’t do that.”

Trung and Scalp had been interested in the forest since they heard the news. The signal was sent not by the shaman’s curiosity but by the merchant’s intuition.

I have a feeling that if I do well at this opportunity, I can make a fortune!

Of course, Trung and Scalf headed to the vicinity of the forest with other shamans. And the two were shocked when they witnessed the number of people.

I wonder if they were so surprised to see that those who were infamous among shamans were turned into trees.

Most of the shamans left in shock at the spirit’s cruel treatment, but the two calmed their frightened hearts and tapped on the abacus.

Points deducted for being a corpse… And points deducted again for being people whose faces are known…

Other than that, it was an item that would be sold at a high price.

Even in their weak spiritual eyes, the mystery of the human face tree was clearly visible, and the symbolism of humans turning into trees was quite good.

If a merchant can sell, he or she must also sell the underwear he or she is wearing to be considered a merchant.

So I brought it. Although I paid a high price, I was confident that I would be able to sell it for more than that.

And their predictions were exactly right.

“What are you two whispering about? You’re selling these trees to me!”

“I’ll give you silver coins of the same weight! Sell me this tree!”

“Hmm. If it’s okay, would you mind selling me at least one of your arms? There’s a precious ingredient I recently acquired…”

The fact that he was a living human being was not a big problem. Among the shamans, there were quite a few human beings who did not care about such things.

As the auction became so hot that a fight broke out between the shamans, Trung and Scalp trembled in ecstasy as if money was falling from the sky.

It was a good idea to visit the forest!

… Sir, the owner of the hut and the shaman of the Freyr tribe, was looking at this with interest.

She stroked her hair and lost herself in her thoughts.

‘Ever since I heard Isaac’s story, I expected something big was happening in the forest… But it turned out to be more than I expected.’

Sir opened the morgue and observed the human face. Although the water was insignificant compared to the mystery contained in the ice crystal, it certainly contained many mysteries.

‘Is it really a spirit with a lot of mystery?’

No matter what, wasting precious mystery just to leave a warning… It was something she couldn’t understand with her knowledge.

As she frowned her fair forehead, a butterfly flew out of nowhere and landed on her shoulder.

[ Oh my. Is my pretty girl frowning because she’s worried about something? ]

“Freya. I probably told you not to say it’s me because it’s creepy.”

[ It’s creepy. I am a butterfly who admires beauty! You should feel honored when a beautiful spirit like me calls you your name. ]

When Freya, the butterfly praising beauty, grumbled, Sir pressed his fingers into her throbbing hair.

If other shamans had seen Cyr spitting bitter words at the spirits, they would have been shocked, but there was a reason why Cyr could be like this.

Freya was a spirit belonging to her bloodline, a direct descendant of Freya.

‘The ancestors had to make a contract with this guy!’

Although Freya was a strong spirit who had lived for a long time, Sir did not like her very much.

[You need to care for me more. He wouldn’t have to go far and would be satisfied just behaving like your mother or grandmother~]

“Shut up. I have no intention of fawning over you like my mother or grandmother.”

Sir spoke venomously at Freyja’s taunting. Contrary to Freya’s wishes, Sir was not an idiot.

Her grandmother and her mother fawned over Freya and lived intoxicated with her power.

With the mystery of Freyja, she could take anyone to her bed and fall into pleasure, get anything she wanted, and even bewitch spirits.

But Sir was not fooled.

‘Everyone is stupid. There’s no way a spirit would give that kind of power without paying anything.’

Her grandmother and her mother were short-lived. Both of them went on a rampage due to excessive power, but when they got older, they were abandoned as if they were abandoned by Freya.

Sir had no intention of doing so.

[ She really is a boring woman. Well… Okay. After all, time is on my side. If you change your mind, tell me anytime~]

After failing to sway her will again today, Freyja lost her interest and left.

Syr sighed and took a piece of parchment from her arms.

“Expedition into the forest…”

The parchment contained a list of tribes and shamans who would participate in the expedition, and at the end of it was a request for her to join.

After much thought, she tore her parchment in half.

‘It’s not like an ordinary spirit, not even about the ice crystal and the one that turns humans into trees.’

She looked at Trung and Scalp. The two of them were dancing with excitement after selling the Inmyeonsu at a good price…

Beyond the two, I saw the appearance of shamans whose eyes were stained with greed.

‘There is no need to believe in the possibility that it may be a spirit that likes pretty women.’

Anyway, the shamans who are blinded by greed will find out about the spirits on their own.

She was convinced that now was the time to wait.