I Became a Wendigo in a Fantasy World - I Became a Wendigo in a Fantasy World chapter 76

76 – Episode 76

The Wendigo’s deep sigh contained a fatigue that anyone could sympathize with.

Gul Marg approached the wendigo and patted her shoulder to comfort her.

“Wendigo, if something bad happens, there is also something good.”

“That’s true. But bad things last a long time, but good things are quickly forgotten.”

Still, Gulmarg’s consolation was not bad. It was clear that talking ogres would experience as many accidents as strange spirits.

Geron looked at Gulmarg with eyes filled with complex emotions. She tried not to be surprised, but it was hard not to be surprised at the sight of a talking ogre.

Geron carefully asked the Wendigo.

“Who is the person next to you? Is this the ogre written in the war?”

“That’s right. But don’t be too surprised. He can communicate well and is more rational than you think.”

Gulmarg was grateful to the Wendigo for introducing him favorably. But she didn’t expect much.

For others, it was no wonder that the very birth of an ogre was scary.

An ogre can kill a person with a single punch, so how many people would not be cautious?

However, contrary to Gul Marg’s thoughts, Geron leisurely nodded her head and agreed.

“If the spirit says so, then so be it.”

“!”

Gul Marg opened his eyes in surprise. He didn’t expect her to believe the Wendigo’s assurances without the slightest suspicion.

“Warrior, aren’t you scared of me?”

Geron smiled at Gulmarg’s question.

Honestly, if you ask me if I’m scared, I can’t help but be scared. It’s not a common goblin or wolf, but an ogre.

However, Geron did not have much fear of Gulmarg.

“Honestly, it’s scary. But it wasn’t someone else, but Wendigo himself who evaluated it. Could it be that he made a mistake?”

“Everyone makes mistakes. Even God makes mistakes. It’s not strange for a Wendigo to make mistakes.”

Gulmarg looked puzzled and spoke to Geron. Didn’t he immediately get into a bloody fight with the Wendigo because of that mistake?

However, at Gulmarg’s words, Geron burst into laughter and solidified his judgment.

“On the contrary, it seems like the fear is disappearing as we talk. Isn’t the fact that we can talk like this itself prove that Gulmarg is not violent?”

“… Geron, as capable as Skadi.”

After a long time, when he met a human who was not afraid of him, Gulmarg acknowledged Geron with a warm smile.

The Wendigo nodded her head and added her words to Gul Marg’s assessment.

“Geron is capable.”

Although she started out as the chief of a village, Geron supported Wendigo unwaveringly even as her power grew.

He held regular meetings with the village chiefs to maintain balance, managed tributes from all over, and even stayed by the Wendigo’s side to assist him.

Geron was indispensable to the Wendigo, who was almost illiterate in such matters.

“Thank you for the compliment. Rather, the problem now is…”

“The gods are watching me. Alfodr is watching me! What disrespect is this to His messenger and chosen warrior!!!”

“I guess he’s really crazy. Is he behind the temple?”

The Wendigo was disgusted by the madman’s voice coming from beyond the temple and asked.

“Yes. We have trapped him in the back of the temple. Sir and Freya are probably waiting for him.”

“Hmm…”

The wendigo looked at Gulmarg. To be honest, she had no problem meeting Sir.

Since Sir was a woman with a fairly open mind, the possibility of her causing trouble was low due to the fact that her Gul Marg was an ogre.

The problem is that Freya is by Sir’s side…

‘I think she’ll go crazy as soon as she sees Gul Marg.’

… To be honest, Freya was not a spirit with a very good personality.

Wasn’t it Freyja who put the wendigo right in front of her and called it strange or crazy?

She was such a brat that as soon as she saw Gulmarg, she hurled insults at him, which did not surprise her.

“Gul Marg. Sir is a good shaman, so you don’t have to worry about her. However, Freyja is her spirit, so she might go crazy as soon as you see her face. Do you mind if I meet her?”

“Wendigo, she’s worried too much. And there’s one thing she hasn’t thought of.”

“You didn’t think of it?”

Gulmarg smiled and answered the Wendigo’s question.

“Spirit, that’s right. I don’t get angry about obvious things.”

“… That’s definitely true.”

The Wendigo had no choice but to acknowledge Gulmarg’s perfect theory.

* · * *

In the backyard of the temple, Sir and Freya, who were waiting for the Wendigo, were watching a man.

The wendigo checked the man from afar.

Her strong body and the scars on it proved that the man was a warrior…

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“Gods, I will overcome this ordeal! Please watch over me!!!”

‘Did I eat the wrong mushrooms?’

The sight of him glaring at the sky with his red eyes and screaming out loud was clearly a madman.

The Wendigo slowly approached Sir.

“Sir. What’s going on?”

“Spirit. And…???”

Noticing the presence of her wendigo, Sir turned her head and was filled with doubts when he saw her Gul Marg.

Why on earth do ogres suddenly appear in places like this?

When Syr found herself speechless, Freyja stepped forward and spoke for her.

[ Wendigo! What is that ugly guy? ]

“Freyja!”

Sir was astonished and shouted at Freya.

There was nothing good about provoking the ogre. Above all, if you were keen, you could figure out that the ogre was related to the wendigo.

Of course, Freya had that much sense. However, Freya acted as she believed.

It is natural for the spirit of beauty to call an ugly thing ugly!

[ Self. There is no shame in calling something ugly ugly. ]

“It’s not shameful, it’s just rude. You crazy spirit.”

The Wendigo sighed inwardly at Freya’s attitude, which was no different from what she expected.

The Wendigo glanced at her Gul Marg. Gulmarg seemed calm, as if he was not the least bit agitated.

“I’m sorry.”

“Wendigo, there is no need to apologize. Ogres, most people are afraid of them. And…”

“Huh?”

Gul Marg scratched her head and expressed her conviction.

“I don’t understand the beauty that the spirits speak of.”

[ … What? ]

Freya, who always lived with a smile, asked back with a rare straight face.

Freya’s mysteries fluctuated around her, representing her anger, but Gul Marg was not afraid at all.

“I think the most beautiful being is an ogre.”

“Gulmarg is definitely an ogre, so he must have an ogre’s aesthetic sense as well.”

Gul Marg nodded his head at Skadi’s words. The Wendigo couldn’t help but agree with her words.

In the end, beauty was bound to be relative.

To put it bluntly, Gulmarg thinks the female ogre’s strong forearms are beautiful…

[ They are crazy! Beauty is defined by me! ]

When even the Wendigo and Skadi seemed to have been persuaded by Gulmarg’s words, Freyja shouted in astonishment.

As a spirit born from beauty, it was an oddity that could never be ignored.

The Wendigo gave Freya a pitiful look and scolded her.

“Freya. Beauty is always relative.”

I do not deny universal beauty standards, but sometimes there are people who ignore the standards and set their own standards.

Gulmarg wasn’t that strange when you think about people who liked beastmen who didn’t even exist even if they thought about their past lives, or beastmen who were closer to animals.

In fact, Gulmarg may be more normal in that he loves his own people.

But Freya could not admit this. This was a kind of pride.

[ Let’s see if you can say that even after seeing my real self! ]

“Oh. I’m really looking forward to it.”

Out of politeness, the wendigo clapped her hands while she spoke soullessly.

Freya was shaken by the sense of betrayal.

You can’t believe you betrayed the affection(?) You’ve been with up until now!

[ Please expect more sincerely!!! ]

“But… Even if Freya says that, Gulmarg’s aesthetic sense won’t change, right?”

“That’s right. Female ogres are the best.”

Realizing that no one was on his side, Freyja gritted her teeth with red eyes.

Freyja turned her head and looked at Sir.

He believed that if it was a beautiful Sir, he would sympathize with him…

‘This is the first time I feel sorry for Freya.’

[ Baby!!! ]

When faced with Sir’s pitiful eyes, Freya screamed.

At this point, the Wendigo felt sorry for Freya.

She was told that the Spirit of Beauty was not beautiful. How shocked would she be?

“Freya, I admit that you are beautiful. So just calm down…”

Sometimes comfort makes people, or even spirits, more miserable.

In particular, the comfort of a spirit as inexperienced in pretense as a wendigo was like a sharp dagger.

Freya, whose pride was hurt, screamed and raised his mystery.

[ You can’t let it go like this! I will definitely teach that ogre that true beauty! ]

‘You’re so picky.’

The wendigo grumbled under her breath and crossed her arms. The intention behind this was to just watch what Freya was doing.

Freya dismantled her fairy body and began to shape her own body.

Colorful flower petals appeared in the air and swirled, and brightly shining butterflies flew around.

Freya slowly appeared among the flower petals that symbolized her female form.

Long legs and narrow waist. Her voluptuous breasts and her platinum hair falling gently on them.

Freya didn’t stop there and snapped her fingers. Then the butterflies came together and turned into gold, and the petals fell and became jewels.

Freya, decked out in gorgeous accessories, asked confidently with a bewitching smile that could melt a man’s liver.

“What do you think? Are people still saying that female ogres are beautiful?”

“Hmm…”

“!?”

As the Wendigo rested its chin on her and gave a flat response, Freya let out a silent scream.

The ogre may be crazy like a monster, but the wendigo clearly has a normal aesthetic sense, so it reacts like that!

‘It’s definitely pretty, but…’

The Wendigo was also quite impressed. She was truly the spirit of beauty, and Freya’s beauty could not be denied.

But…

“To be honest, I like Skadi more.”

“What, what!?”

“… Eh?”

Skadi broke down with her face blushing at the Wendigo’s perfect surprise attack, and Freya was shocked that she had been defeated.

I wasn’t denying that Skadi was pretty. She was such a pretty girl that he proposed a contract himself!

But the spirit of beauty in name and color.

Freya pointed a finger at the Wendigo and disputed his assessment.

“This is bias!”

“No… Honestly, I find simple things more attractive than flashy things.”

The wendigo responded as if she was indifferent. Freya wasn’t saying, ‘I’m a spirit of beauty, but I’m not as good as a human?’

It’s just that the naturalness that comes from the appropriate accessories and neat clothes like Skadi was more attractive than Freya’s splendor.

When Freyja glared, the Wendigo cleared her throat and pointed to her den Marg.

“Rather than that, wasn’t what you wanted to change Gulmarg’s s*xual…Or aesthetic taste?”

“…Hmph. We’ll compete again next time, so just wait.”

‘It’s so annoying.’

The Wendigo looked at her Gul Marg, swallowing her words inside her.

Gulmarg observed Freya with a frown and gave an evaluation.

“Spirit, the milk is big.”

“Yes! Now, let’s talk about beauty..”

“That’s the end. No spirit, no muscles. No scars. A body that has not overcome hardships is not beautiful.”

“!@#!%!@$#!#@!!!”

In the end, Freyja could not hold back her anger and uttered an indescribable curse.

These guys wear these eyes as decorations!

* · * *

Freya’s anger cooled down quickly. He realized that it was foolish to discuss common sense with someone with a strong sense of beauty like Gul Marg.

“Hmph. I was hoping too much from a monster who doesn’t know common sense.”

“I’m sorry. But the female ogre is prettier…”

“Gulmarg. I’m sorry, but please be quiet.”

In response to the Wendigo’s restraint, Gul Marg nodded her head and retreated.

Freya glared at Gul Marg, then turned her head and hugged Sir tightly in her arms.

Sir sighed and accepted the situation. Because this was cheap enough to relieve my anger.

“So… What does that guy do?”

The wendigo pointed to the man and asked. The man was staring at her blankly, as if he was truly fascinated by Freya.

Freya stared at her wendigo for a moment and grumbled.

“It was important, but I felt bad and didn’t want to talk about it.”

“Would you say it even if it were just a night?”

The Wendigo seriously wanted to hit Takbam.

Just right!

“Evil!”

“Ah, stop just thinking about it.”

Wendigo pretended it was a mistake and she hit Takbam.

She wasn’t particularly sorry. Because she honestly deserved it.

I felt refreshed inside.