I Am The Game's Villain Chapter 472: [Event] [Elven Utopian War] [14] Freya's Eccent



"What do you think about becoming my slave?"

"..." I froze, my fork hovering midway to my mouth, and stared at her in disbelief.

"What?" I managed to utter.

Freya leaned back in her chair, a playful smile curving her lips. "You heard ," she said as if it was a normal request. "I want you to be mine, Loki. My protector, my confidant, and yes... my slave."

I take back everything good I thought of her.

She was as screwed in the head as Alvara!

I carefully placed the fork down on the porcelain plate. "With all due respect, Your Highness," I said, forcing my voice to remain neutral, "I don't believe that was part of our arrangent."

Freya chuckled. "Oh, Loki, you intrigue . You carry yourself like a warrior, yet you possess the grace of soone who's accustod to being admired. You're clearly hiding sothing, but I don't mind secrets-so long as they belong to ."

"I don't think you understand...I am here to protect you, not to serve as your property."

Freya's smile didn't falter, but the room seed to grow colder. "Do you really think you're in a position to refuse? You're under my roof, wearing clothes provided by , and eating food from my table. The guards barely tolerate your presence, and if I so much as suggest you're a threat, you'll find yourself in chains-or worse."

I clenched my fists beneath the table. She wasn't entirely wrong. The uneasy stares from the castle staff and the soldiers' hostility were clear indicators of my precarious position. Maybe while I was taking my bath she ordered sothing from her guards.

But I couldn't let her manipulate so easily.

"You're mistaken if you think I'm so easily cornered, Your Highness" I said evenly. "I don't belong to anyone, and I don't intend to start now."

"You're bold, I'll give you that," she said. "But boldness can be dangerous, Loki. Especially when it's misplaced. Arrogant won doesn't go far without status and strength."

I AM NOT A WOMAN!!

Seeing grimacing, Freya sighed and waved a hand dismissively. "Fine," she said, a hint of amusent returning to her tone. "Consider it a jest, if you like. But you'd do well to rember your place here, Loki. You may not belong to now, but circumstances have a way of... changing."

Hell no!

I am not a masochist!

I had underestimated her, foolishly thinking her outward beauty was all there was to her. But as they say, never trust first impressions.

I really thought she was a good one... Guess I was wrong.

"I will keep that in mind," I replied, ambiguously.

Freya's lips curled into a smile that could have felled an army. "You should. Beauty like yours belongs at my side. You've earned that place, Loki."

"That's... a rather unique goal, Your Highness," I replied, the faintest edge of skepticism creeping into my voice.

"Unique? Hardly." Freya leaned forward, her golden eyes glowing. "It's the only fitting goal for soone like . I am the most beautiful woman in this world. It is my right to claim anything I desire-no, everything I desire. The world itself owes for gracing it with my presence. Surely, Loki, you understand this truth?"

Her words, steeped in narcissism, struck speechless for a mont.

What do you even say to that?

"Yes..." I finally managed.

She was surely arrogant and audacious but no matter how much I hated to admit it-her confidence wasn't entirely misplaced. She was breathtaking. A woman like her could inspire wars and crumble empires, all with the curve of her lips or the sway of her hips. Yet, it didn't sit right. Why had fate seen fit to bless soone like her with this kind of power?

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'Huh? Really?'

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'By 'personality', you must an a narcissistic complex on a scale no one could imagine.'

Cleenah's silence felt like agreent. Still, it was undeniable. Freya's beauty was the kind of thing that could ignite kingdoms into chaos. Her re presence seed to confirm that even the mightiest of warriors could fall under her spell.

Just imagine Jayden here would be quite a sight.

Anyway...

I tried to refocus my thoughts, only to notice sothing peculiar. The people around us- whether guards, servants, or even the courtiers milling in the distance-all bore golden marks on their faces. Each mark pulsed faintly with a mana that felt like Freya's.

What is this?

'Don't tell ...'

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'You're joking.'

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Hearing her spirited defense reassured more than I cared to admit. Maybe I was being too harsh on her. After all, Cleenah truly was the most beautiful woman I'd ever laid eyes on. If

anyone had the right to brag, it was her.

"Don't be so wary of , Loki," Freya's voice interrupted my thoughts. Her gaze locked onto mine as she forked a piece of apple and lifted it to her lips. Slowly, sensuously, she bit into it,

the act a performance in itself.

Was she doing this on purpose?

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