I Became a Wendigo in a Fantasy World - I Became a Wendigo in a Fantasy World chapter 71

71 – Episode 71

The wendigo pulled out her own fur and continued to try to recreate her threads of cold.

But it was not an easy task.

In the first place, cold is a power that contains the concept of freezing something.

However, in order to make fur into a thread of cold, the cold had to be given strength without affecting the fur…

‘Delicate work is still difficult.’

Such delicate work was not suited to the Wendigo.

After ten times, her fur could not withstand the force and she became a piece of ice, the Wendigo sighed and gave up.

At this rate, she will quickly lose her hair before she can achieve her goal.

‘It would be better to call Skadi. And… I guess I should call Cyr too.’

It was good for her to try until she realized it on her own, but there was no need to seek advice from an expert.

Above all, it wasn’t very pleasant to keep pulling out her hair.

… No matter how much of a monster he became, hair loss was never an option.

* · * *

Skadi and Sir, who received the Wendigo’s call, ran at her pace and faced him.

Whenever Skadiya Wendigo is called, she comes running with joy, but in Sir’s case, the reason was slightly different.

She was curious about her wendigo’s questions and about herself.

“So, what you’re saying is that pulling out the cold energy as a thread was a power that the spirit didn’t know how to use?”

“Yes. In the first place, thread is not something that goes well with cold.”

When Sir asked with her eyes shining, the Wendigo answered calmly.

He compared Sir’s eyes with Skadi’s and thought to himself that they were similar.

Is it true that all excellent shamans are crazy about shamanism?

Sir asked the Wendigo a question, tapping her lips with interest.

“Usually spirits use their powers instinctively… Didn’t something come to mind the moment you realized your new powers?”

“I’ve never had a situation like that. I was never sure I could do it until I tried.”

It was a one-sided story that went beyond common sense, but Sir was not greatly embarrassed.

In the first place, talking rationally with spirits was a rare thing.

Doesn’t her spirit, who coexists with her right now, scratch her temper when she’s bored?

Sir, who had noticed from the beginning that the Wendigo was an unusual spirit, began to carefully investigate her oddities.

“Freya said that the spirit was a mutant. It means that it has an origin that goes beyond the symbolic meaning one might normally associate with it.”

“It is clear that Wendigo is far from her common sense about spirits known so far.”

She is not obsessed with mystery, nor does she arrogantly enjoy deceiving people…

More than anything, its appearance was something I had never heard of anywhere else.

A giant is a giant, but he is a giant with a deer’s skull instead of his head.

[ I’ve definitely never seen a guy like that in my life. Even if they are mutants, at least they look similar. ]

“It seems like this is your first time seeing Freya.”

[ Oh my. There’s no need to be polite~ I’m lenient towards pretty girls. Feel free to call me Freya! Or you can call him honey! ]

Pajik.

When Freya made a habit of being rude, Sir frowned at her and slapped Freya’s back with his palm.

The fairy’s body, made with minimal mystery, was vulnerable to pain. Freyja squealed and whined at Sir.

[ Wow! Honey, jealousy is bad! I just do things that suit my existence! ]

“Let’s imitate this person! He speaks politely and treats people kindly. It’s great!”

“Um… Sir? But Freya is also a spirit, so why would you do something like that…”

When Sir growled and attacked Freya, Skadi stopped him with a worried look.

Every single word Freya said shook people to their core, but wasn’t she a spirit?

Since we are even connected by blood, it is best to become close friends if possible.

[ Skadi baby. You’re worried about me now! Oh my, I can’t help it. This is why he made a contract with me…]

“Sir. Now that I think about it again, I think I could hit it a little harder. Just because it’s a spirit, there’s no need to always bow down.”

When the target of the bullsh*t shifted from Sir to himself, Skadi stood up for Sir with a straight face.

You are now manipulating yourself in front of Wendigo!

When Skadi glared at Freya, the Wendigo sighed and stopped the two.

“Everyone, calm down. It’s not like a day or two that a spirit does something like that.”

Syr took a deep breath and let go of Freyja. As the Wendigo said, Freya’s words and actions never changed.

The wendigo walked up to Freyja, who was grumbling, and gently touched her back and asked.

“Freya. Don’t you know anything? From what I’ve heard, it seems like you’ve lived an unfathomable number of years.”

[ Of course! I am a spirit who has seen the kingdoms established by the gods and watched the rise and fall of empires and kingdoms. At least there is no spirit that will follow me due to my age! ]

‘Well, it’s worse than you think to say that you have great experience.’

The Wendigo looked at Freya with a cold gaze.

My words and actions were far from trusting, but when the word “Age” Came up, I felt like my trust was disappearing even more.

Freya noticed her wendigo’s gaze and looked at it with sharp eyes.

[ Hey, are you sure you don’t believe me? ]

“Spirit. Although Freya’s behavior is like this, what you say is not wrong. She is a spirit that has existed on the continent since before the word ‘North’ was coined.”

The journey of Freya, who was born from beauty, did not begin with the legend of the Freyr tribe.

Even before the Freyr tribe existed, legends about fairies who bestowed beauty existed.

Moreover, the main character of the legend was always a pretty woman… She was always intoxicated with her own beauty and met her miserable end.

[Hmph, I know you’re grateful. Because she’s taking my side for the first time in a while, I’m thinking of sharing some of her wisdom. ]

“Thank you for persuading Freya, Sir.”

[ Thank me too! ]

As Freyja shouted and glared fiercely, the Wendigo waved her hand and expressed her sincere gratitude.

“Ah, thank you.”

[ Profit! You’re annoying! ]

As Freya let out her frustration, Cyr looked at the Wendigo with admiring eyes.

I can’t believe the sly Freya is so genuinely angry. It was a skill she wanted to learn if possible.

After fussing for a while, Freyja sat down on Skadi’s legs.

Slap!

“No matter how much you are a spirit, I have no intention of giving myself away without permission.”

[ Hing. ]

Despite this situation, Freya, who had been coveting Skadi (?), Felt regretful and sat on Sir’s shoulder and opened her mouth.

[ Let me ask you one thing first. How long have you been born? ]

“Hmm… I guess it’s been about a year or two.”

“Are you kidding?”

Sir was taken aback by the Wendigo’s answer. Considering the immediate use of the Wendigo, the Wendigo must have been a spirit that has lived for at least a thousand years.

No, even a spirit that has lived for a thousand years would not do such an inefficient thing.

Why would you pour out all the mysteries you worked so hard to collect on the ground? Even if you just go down to the south, there are plenty of people begging you to take them there.

The Wendigo nodded as Skadi looked at her.

Skadi cautiously opened her mouth.

“First of all, it’s been about 1 year, 7 months, and 4 days since Wendigo showed up.”

“… Let’s go over that frighteningly accurate date. Rather, what is the spirit dreaming of in the forest that is why he is taking such a loss?”

“The Wendigo cannot leave the forest. She has recently confirmed that she can leave her clone body… But before that she was unable to do so.”

[ Hmm… I think you get the idea? ]

“Is that really true?”

The wendigo looked at her Freya with surprised eyes. She didn’t know that Freya could really do something of her own.

Freya, who noticed this, stuck out her lips and grumbled.

[ Hmph. How did you think I lasted this long? I am a greater spirit than you think. ]

“If you ask why such a great spirit does something like a horny old man, won’t he get angry?”

[ Hey!!! ]

“Ah, I’m sorry. It’s so ridiculous that I’m only thinking to myself, so stop…”

When Freyja fumed as if she was truly upset, the Wendigo felt sorry for her sincerely and manipulated her mystery.

Her mystery condensed in the Wendigo’s hand, creating a beautiful pure white ice rose.

The Wendigo presented her rose, which was gorgeous but had a bitter cold, as a gift of her apology to Freya.

However, Freya is a spirit who has lived for a long time.

Of course, her pride is a stubbornness that cannot be compared to anyone else..

[ … Oh my. ]

‘This works.’

..But isn’t it her experience that can sometimes put her pride aside?

Freya fell in love once with her beautiful pure white rose, and again with the mystery contained within it.

Freya soared like a butterfly and snatched her rose like a bee. She even enjoyed pressing her lips to the rose she had snatched.

[ You are more conversant than I thought! ]

“……”

Sir looked at Freyja in amazement.

Who would have known that one could get angry so easily?

That’s a spirit full of pride!

Cyr shook her head and looked at her Skadi. Skadi was also dumbfounded and looked at Freya with harsh eyes…

“A rose I have never received…”

“???”

* · * *

After some commotion.

Freya brought her whip from somewhere and shrugged her shoulders in warning.

[ Now then, let me explain to you what kind of being you are! I’ll only tell you once so you have to concentrate? ]

“I’m ready, so tell me.”

Skadi took out the notebook she always carried with her and looked at her Freya passionately.

The wendigo moved her head slightly to check her notes. There are concerns and research results about various types of magic…

‘What is written on that? About Wendigo…’

[ Wendigo! I told you to concentrate! ]

“I’m sorry.”

At Freya’s beating, the Wendigo shook off her distracting thoughts and focused on Freya.

Freya began drawing in the air with a satisfied expression.

A woman and man with sculptural appearance, a nine-headed dragon, a living rock…

[ In the old days, gods walked the earth and demonic beasts comparable to spirits abounded. In those days, mystery rolled around like waves everywhere.]

Beings living in the present always think that now is the most painful and difficult time, but Freya thought that humans should at least not say that.

In the past, humans were truly the weakest and most suffering species among mortals.

The gods enjoyed being worshiped by humans and granted them protection, but they also enjoyed more punishment and harassment than that.

The spirits and demonic beasts were wreaking havoc based on a mystery that could not be compared to the present.

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Even among fellow humans, superhumans born with mystical powers followed what they saw and learned and committed crimes against their own people…

“Freya. Let’s skip such boring old stories. I just want to hear the main point.”

[ Tsk, this is why young people… You must learn to respect history! Especially a living history like mine! ]

Freya cut down the nine-headed dragon drawn in the air with a whip, and the heads fell into the river.

The dragon’s head flowed and flowed along the river…

“Snake?”

[ Yes. Although it has a deteriorated appearance in some ways, it can still be called the king of snakes. Maybe the name was… River Swallowing Snake? ]

The dragon’s head created a body made of river water and committed evil deeds.

Caused floods, polluted wells with poison, raised large crocodiles in swamps and jungles…

[How about it? Isn’t there someone similar? A guy with a beast’s head… No, a skull, with a power that feels completely unrelated to him. ]