I Am The Game's Villain

Chapter 474: [Event] [Elven Utopian War] [16] Freyja, Goddess of Love And Beauty

Chapter 474: [Event] [Elven Utopian War] [16] Freyja, Goddess of Love And Beauty



[] "Eh?"

I blurted loudly at Cleenah's shocking revelation.

"Is something the matter, Loki?" Freya blinked her eyes, noticing me frozen.

I quickly masked my reaction, forcing a smile. "No, Your Highness. I was just... admiring your necklace. It's exquisite."

Freya smiled widely, and she absentmindedly touched the necklace, her fingers brushing over its sublime design. "You have a good eye, Loki. This is Brisingamen, the most beautiful necklace in existence, befitting the most beautiful woman in the world I would say."

Her words sent a chill down my spine.

She wasn't even hiding it.

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

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"You seem unusually quiet. Do I intimidate you, Loki?" Freyja asked, her head tilting slightly as she observed me with a seemingly innocent look.

I quickly shook my head, forcing a chuckle that I hoped sounded natural. "Not at all, Your Highness. I'm merely in awe of your beauty and presence. It seems I'll need some time to adjust."

The words left my lips smoothly, though my pulse quickened with every syllable.

'Cleenah, I can feel your judgmental gaze boring into me. But I'm just trying to blend in and not get killed here!'

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'You're not helping, Cleenah. Stop freaking me out!'

Freyja's smile widened, at my smooth buttery answer. "Good. In time, you'll come to understand your place by my side."

I managed a polite smile, though inwardly, I was sweating bullets.

I was standing in front of a true Goddess with a real body for the first time then.

This wasn't like Layla and her Twin Soul connection. Freyja was no mere fragment. She was the real deal, and I had no idea what game she was playing by taking this High Elf Princess persona.

"Since this is the first time," Freyja spoke, her voice suddenly taking on a colder edge, "I'll forgive you for being late. But I won't be so lenient next time. Do I make myself clear?"

What exactly would she do if I tested her patience again?

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"Thank you for reassuring me!'

"Understood..." I replied quickly, my voice softer than I intended.

Her smile returned, even sweeter. "Good answer," she said, stepping closer. Before I could react, her fingers brushed against my cheek. She stroked my skin with care and gentleness.

My body stiffened, a shiver running down my spine. My heart thudded in my chest, and my face burned hotter with each passing second.

'Why the hell am I reacting like this? Like a damn virgin?'

"Cute," she commented, her golden eyes narrowing ever so slightly as if she were dissecting my every reaction.

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

me warily.

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

The horse's muscles relaxed, its stance softening. With a small tilt of its head, it leaned forward, allowing me 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 me?

"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 seemed out of place in this place. Unlike the other High Elves, Freyja seemed utterly devoid of racism. Perhaps her being a Goddess elevated her above such petty concerns. Or maybe it was a calculated act, meant to disarm and manipulate.

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

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

silence.

"Worried?"

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

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 something more, something unspoken. Could it be connected to my mother?

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

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

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

She kept the same smile but there was something a bit scary this time.

"Yes..."