I Am The Game's Villain Chapter 474: [Event] [Elven Utopian War] [16] Freyja, Goddes



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'Why the hell would Freyja be here pretending to be so princess?'

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'What's that supposed to an? That you could seduce anyone if you tried?'

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'So, you're admitting she's far more enchanting than you, Cleenah? How humble you've beco, I am impressed.' I smiled inwardly.

Her response was a low, unintelligible grumble.

At least things were clearer now. The gap between a mortal like and a full-fledged goddess was vast enough, but Freyja's innate allure was sothing else entirely. It wasn't just her looks; it was an overwhelming presence that seed to pull at the very essence of my will. []

'I don't feel particularly lucky. But...are you absolutely sure I'm safe? I an, no brainwashing from her necklace or her...uh, beauty?'

The thought of being manipulated without realizing it scared honestly.

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'Libido?'

The word made grimace.

Use this kind of word for Jayden.

It wasn't like I was already throwing in the towel, but Cleenah's bluntness didn't help.

I could feel her being a bit upset, as if my surrender to Freyja's charm was so sort of betrayal. There was, no doubt, an unspoken rivalry among goddesses of beauty, and Cleenah wasn't pleased to see falter.

Still, there was no denying the effect Freyja had on . Her golden eyes seed to pierce into my very soul, and the longer she stared, the more exposed I felt. It was an almost predatory gaze, though cloaked in elegance and warmth.

I took an unconscious step back, desperate to regain so semblance of control.

"Are we heading outside today?" I asked, as I scrambled to shift the subject.

Freyja took back her hand and nodded. "We are. The carriage is ready and waiting." With that,

she turned as she walked past .

I hesitated for a mont before stepping forward, trailing after her. As Cleenah said I will

have to be careful.

Yet, questions lingered at the back of my mind.

Why did she need protection?

If she truly was a Goddess, surely she could defend herself against any threat with a flick of her wrist. Or was this all a facade? An elaborate excuse to drag into her collection. Once outside, Freyja paused, turning toward with a radiant smile. "Here is my gift for you,

Loki."

A mont later, she gestured, and my eyes widened. A subli white horse erged. The creature stood tall, its appearance exuding both vitality and youth. It was a really beautiful horse, the most beautiful I had ever seen.

"A horse nurtured by the finest hands in Elyen Kiora," Freyja said, watching intently for

my reaction.

I stepped closer, the horse shifting nervously at my approach. Slowly, I extended a hand

toward it. The horse's ears twitched, and it took a cautious step back. Its dark eyes watched

warily.

"It's okay," I muttered softly, eting its gaze directly.

The horse's muscles relaxed, its stance softening. With a small tilt of its head, it leaned forward, allowing to stroke its mane-a cascade of silver-gray, as smooth as silk beneath

my fingertips.

"Impressive," Freyja said. "It seems she likes you already."

"Thank you for the gift, Your Highness," I said genuinely. Despite my gratitude, I couldn't

shake the suspicion.

Surely she doesn't think a horse however beautiful it was would be enough to win ?

"As I said, I offer only the best for my people." Freyja replied.

That's quite admiring but I am not 'your' people.

Thinking that, I mounted nonetheless the horse, settling into the saddle. I adjusted my grip on the reins as the horse fell in beside Freyja's carriage, like the day before.

Freyja leaned out of her carriage once more, her wavy golden hair blowing a bit. There was an otherworldly quality to her a unique beauty that seed out of place in this place. Unlike the other High Elves, Freyja seed utterly devoid of racism. Perhaps her being a Goddess elevated her above such petty concerns. Or maybe it was a calculated act, ant to disarm and manipulate.

But what were her true goals? What was she hiding beneath that serene facade?

"Are you perhaps worried about sothing, Your Highness?" I asked, deciding to break the

silence.

"Worried?"

"Yes. Otherwise, why would you have hired ?"

She gave a soft laugh.

"Indeed, that is one way to see it." Her gaze drifted ahead, but her expression grew distant. "I

am a princess, Loki. Worry is my constant companion. Threats to my life are as routine as the sunrise. It has happened before, and it will happen again—especially now, with war."

Her words were convincing, but I wasn't fooled. There was sothing more, sothing unspoken. Could it be connected to my mother?

"But you will protect , won't you?" Freyja asked, her smile returning.

I straightened in the saddle. "I will. It is my job, after all..."

"The next ti, Loki, you will only say: 'I will', okay?""

She kept the sa smile but there was sothing a bit scary this ti.

"Yes..."