I Became a Wendigo in a Fantasy World

70 – Episode 70

The Wendigo bobbed its head and examined Sir’s body. She reflexively became wary at the word deal.

It was a natural reaction since there were very few normal people among those who had requested trade so far.

The Wendigo was puzzled because she could not feel any strong magic in her body.

“You came to a dangerous place without a single weapon? If you trust your friends, or rather spirits, I advise you that it is not a good choice.”

Wendigo’s point was quite common sense. She deals with spirits, and no fool comes to her without any means of protecting herself.

Of course Sir also had that level of common sense. He lived his whole life with spirits, so how could he not know that much common sense?

However, a shaman must also know how to accept even if common sense breaks down if there is a valid reason.

‘It’s not strange if there are good spirits.’

Sir defined the spirit in front of him as being different from the spirits he had encountered so far.

Sir bowed his head politely and spoke his mouth thoughtfully.

“You must have done that when meeting other spirits. Most spirits do not hesitate to harass others, so meeting them is a risk in itself.”

“Are you saying I’m not dangerous?”

“It means that you are a being that can be traded without holding a weapon in your hand. How can it be said that oppressing the world with force is the way of business?”

“Well, that’s right. Trading with power in this world is something only thieves do.”

The others, led by Wendigo, also nodded in agreement. It was only after seeing that in his eyes that Sir could feel at ease.

Even though he spoke honestly, he was worried that the spirit in front of him might be angry.

To put it politely, it’s like that, but to put it bluntly, it meant, ‘How is scolding someone with force any different from a thief?’

Mercenaries and thieves also enjoy robbing by force, but the ones who enjoy it the most in the world are spirits.

If you kill one or two people right in front of your eyes as an example, they will pay tribute to you. How many spirits in the world don’t like that?

So, the spirit in front of me was surprising.

Of course, the Wendigo was equally surprising. Except for those he has gathered, I was seriously wondering if the shaman’s personality and skills are inversely proportional…

‘Hmm, it feels like watching Skadi.’

The Wendigo gave the shaman the highest praise she could give.

First of all, how great is the attitude of starting a transaction with trust, not force?

Compared to the guys who came here until now and used violence and deception, Sir was definitely a person of character.

“And I would like to add one more thing: I am not friends with Freya. She is harassing my clan under the pretext of a contract made with my ancestors…”

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‘Hmm, if you say something like that, you seem to be quite friendly.’

It feels a bit like a lie, but the meaning of a friend originally had different weight for each person.

It was clear that Sir was worried about whether he was at a level where he could call a spirit a friend.

Freya, who was quietly listening to Sir’s story in her pocket, stuck out her head and slapped Sir as if she was embarrassed.

[ Honey~ It’s okay if you don’t try to appeal to me that you’re close to me! That’s because I have the eyes to see spirits, but that guy is definitely an abnormal spirit! ]

“Hmm, seeing as how friendly they are even after hearing that, it seems like they are definitely friendly.”

Syr was dumbfounded and stared at the two spirits.

The wendigo lightly ignored her sharp gaze. It was clear that she had not yet acknowledged that he was her friend.

In times like this, it was better not to force the truth.

As time passes, you will realize that being friends with a spirit is not such a big deal…

‘Hmm. ‘I can’t say it’s not great.’

I corrected her saying that wendigos aren’t that great. When I thought about it, it was quite an amazing thing to become friends with a spirit with a foul temper and strong power.

Thinking like that, she, the Wendigo, could not help but acknowledge Sir’s humanity and abilities.

“It wouldn’t be easy to have such a rude spirit as a friend with ordinary skills and patience. Let’s hear about the deal.”

“……”

Sir looked at Freya and the Wendigo with a mysterious expression.

The very idea of calling Freya a friend gave me goosebumps, but denying it was like saying she wasn’t capable.

At Sir’s passionate gaze, Freyja placed her hands on both of his cheeks and twisted his body in embarrassment.

[ Ah. Aren’t your eyes so hot today? ]

“… Shut up before I really burn you down.”

* · * *

Fortunately, Sir did not fall to the ground with a vase before hearing the details of the transaction.

It was thanks to Osa, who had a sharp sense of humor, that he noticed the relationship between Sir and Freya and asked his attendants to give him tea that was good for the body and mind.

When his blood pressure, which had been soaring in the back of his neck, subsided, Sir apologized for his rude behavior.

“Whoa… I’m sorry. I couldn’t stand it anymore when I saw this, so I ended up being rude.”

“It’s okay. Rather, I’d like to hear what you want to trade.”

“Actually, it’s more of a proposal than a transaction. Could you please look at the map here?”

The Wendigo carefully checked the map that Sir had taken out. There was nothing very special about it, but there was one thing that was different from an ordinary map: the name of the tribe was written on each land.

Lephrn, Wulfen, Norg…

“There are quite a few names of people who attacked me.”

“Yes. Because the shamans threw the land as bait, many of the chieftains who participated in the alliance are located in the outskirts of the forest.”

No matter how fertile the land was, transiting through another tribe’s land was not easy.

This was even more so because many northerners were warriors who did not hesitate to take up arms when negotiations and compromise failed.

Sir drew the tribes of the northern outskirts into one line.

“What I would like to propose is to create a gateway to manage the outskirts of the forest by uniting these people who will swear loyalty to the spirit.”

“It’s the gateway to the forest… Are you saying they will control what enters the forest?”

“Yes.”

It was quite a fascinating story. It’s a shame that these greedy things have formed a union this time, and it must have caused quite a bit of trouble for the entire forest at the same time.

No matter how many clones you can create, the number you can control is not infinite, and Shia is the only one who can check even if there are dozens.

Sir drew a circle, one from his own tribe and two from the tribes on either side.

“Freyr is your tribe, and Refrn is the tribe that was disgraced today. One is… Duenor?”

“Yes. It’s a fairly prestigious tribe. The Refrn tribe is somewhat infamous, but they won’t refuse anything that would benefit them.”

“I have also heard of the Duenor tribe. Her mother said that the people are honest and honest in their relationships.”

If Skadi’s mother evaluated it that way, I could quite believe it.

She is knowledgeable in herbal medicine and does not shy away from rough work. She even evaluated a woman who is skilled in magic and martial arts as being honest. What more can she say?

‘The Leprene tribe… At least the guy I chose isn’t one to scam people, so it’ll be okay.’

Most of all, the Wendigo liked the fact that she didn’t have much to do.

The question was what did Sir want in return for taking care of such a troublesome task…

“In a transaction, if you give something, you have to get something in return. Tell me, what do you want?”

Sir was nervous. No matter how gentle a spirit she was, it was hard to guess that she would do that even after hearing what she wanted.

She answered her questions carefully.

“I would like you to give me one ice crystal every year that you gave to Isaac. Of course, in return, I will try my best to prepare the items the spirit wants.”

“It’s not that great. Good, let’s do it.”

“???”

Sir was taken aback and looked at the Wendigo with a blank expression.

She naturally expected the Wendigo to show her displeasure and start a long negotiation…

“Oh, I have a favor to ask of you.”

“Anything I can do.”

“If possible, could you help me get some foodstuffs that cannot be found in the forest? I will deduct the price from what I collect from other tribes.”

“……”

She was speechless as she was faced with a request she had never heard before in all her life as a shaman.

… Could it really not be a spirit?

* · * *

After concluding an amicable deal with Sir, the Wendigo elected the chieftains of the remaining tribes except the Reprn tribe the next day.

The most impressive tribe among them was the Duenor tribe.

As expected, the expression of honesty left by Skadi’s mother was not wrong.

Anton of Duenor, a muscular bald man, shouted with an expression as hard as a rock.

“I am not interested in the position of chief. I answered the call so that I could decapitate my father with my own hands.”

“Spirit. I think he’s crazy.”

Geron whispered to the Wendigo with a disgusted expression, pointing to Anton, who proudly spoke of his iniquity.

No matter how much fighting for one’s father’s position is considered a virtue of the next chieftain in the North, there were few people who proudly declared that they would cut off their own father’s head.

If you make a mistake, you will end up in the same situation, so what reason is there to brag about it?

The wendigo asked Anton out of pure curiosity.

“If you are not trying to inherit the position of chieftain, why are you trying to cut off your father’s head?”

“My father left her mother to die in her illness. I swore in her mother’s bed to avenge her.”

“What if I don’t allow it?”

Anton placed his hand on the battle hammer on his waist. Then, she looked confidently at the Wendigo and revealed her beliefs.

“The warrior’s oath is a strict law. Even if death is my destiny, I will not back down.”

The Wendigo was impressed by Anton’s honesty.

You have to be at this level to be considered honest!

The Wendigo let out her empty laugh and clapped.

“Wow, you are the craziest and most honest of those I have ever seen. Don’t entrust your father’s life to you. Instead, lead the tribe.”

“I am not wise. What should I do by leading the tribe?”

“I don’t think being wise will lead the tribe well. It would be better for the chief to be someone who loves the tribe and does not fall into dishonest paths.”

The other successors of the Duenor tribe looked at Anton with jealousy or regret. However, no one denied that Anton would become the chieftain.

They also vaguely felt deep down that there was no one more suitable to be the chieftain than Anton.

The Wendigo bit off all the rest, leaving behind his warriors, Skadi, Geron, and Sir, who would become the chiefs of each tribe from today.

The wendigo standing in front of Anton asked him.

“What weapon do you like? Spear? Sword?”

Anton thought deeply about the Wendigo’s question and then blurted out.

“I’ve used all kinds of weapons in my life, but I don’t think there’s one that I can say I like. But… I wish I had an ax to kill my father with.”

“Ax…”

With a nod of her head, the Wendigo sprouted her roots from the ground and imbued them with her mystery, molding them into the shape of her axe.

Having completed her axe, the Wendigo picked it up from her roots as if ripping her fruit and held it out to Anton.

“Congratulations on becoming Chief. I hope this ax will help protect the tribe.”

“!”

Anton opened his eyes and grabbed the ax with trembling hands. He was thrilled by the vitality flowing through his hands.

Intense power pulsated in his arms, as if he could cut down a tree with a single blow.

Anton looked at the Wendigo with surprised eyes and asked.

“Is it really okay for me to have something like this?”

“Do you think it was made just for show? Take it. After you have decapitated your father, use it to decapitate yours and my enemies.”

“… Thank you. I will repay this favor with loyalty.”

Anton accepted the ax in a more polite manner than before.

Wendigo then made her own weapons and gave them to others.

Swords and spears filled with extreme cold, heavy yet flexible hammers and maces…

The last one was Milosi, who was the first to be appointed chieftain. Milosi, who met her eyes with the Wendigo, asked cautiously.

“Well… Could you be a bow too?”

“Bow?”

The Wendigo, who had no idea that a bow would come out rather than a sword or axe, asked back without realizing it.

Milosi was afraid that the Wendigo would be angry, so he hurriedly shook his head and shouted.

“Oh, no! Now that I think about it, I think a sword would be better!”

“I guess you didn’t know that I can sense lies. By the way, it’s a bow…”

Making a pole was easy, but making a demonstration was difficult to imagine.

Is it possible to make the tree very thin?

‘No matter how thin it is, it can’t be called a bow if it doesn’t have elasticity. The method…’

The wendigo, who was pondering, stopped when she saw Milosi’s fur. He stretched out his hand as if possessed.

“Jeong, spirit!?”

Milosi raised his hand in surprise, but she could not avoid the Wendigo’s hand.

The Wendigo’s outstretched claws pulled out Milosi’s head… Her hair in one fell swoop.

Skadi noticed something strange.

If she were a wendigo, she would have asked Milosi and received her fur, but now she acted without saying anything.

‘… Sometimes you do things that I don’t understand, but whatever.’

… Anyway, Skadi, who noticed that her wendigo’s condition was different from usual, approached the wendigo’s side and asked him.

“Are you okay? Are you tired from using too many mysteries?”

The wendigo did not answer. He wordlessly plucked out his own fur and matted it with her Milosi’s fur.

The fur that came together absorbed the mystery of the Wendigo and slowly began to change its appearance.

Her fur became a beautiful white thread that exuded cold air, and the Wendigo made a pole out of roots pulled from the ground and hung the white thread on it.

She held out the finished bow to Milosi and said,

“There will be no need for arrows. If you wish, the coldness contained in the demonstration will create arrows according to the will of the owner.”

Milosi stared blankly at the bow he had received.

It wouldn’t be surprising if I just received a sword and thought of it as an heirloom, but they gave me a treasure like this!

“We pledge to serve the spirits from generation to generation!”

“An oath is something that should not be taken carelessly. In the future, when you truly want to follow it, come to me and make an oath.”

“Yes!”

As the soft majesty of the Wendigo took over the space, the warriors, or rather the chieftains, bowed and pledged their loyalty with the utmost respect.

No one considered the oath of allegiance dishonorable. Rather, they were proud to be in this position.

The Wendigo sat on her throne and looked down at them with a gentle gaze.

Geron and Skadi blinked as they watched.

* · * *

After a while.

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As the chieftains returned with their weapons and their fathers, or what had been their fathers, Wendigo sat on her throne and recalled the situation from before.

He plucked out his hair and imbued her with mystery.

Then, like her membrane, her fur became threads containing cold…

“It doesn’t work.”

Her fur could not withstand the mystery and broke. The Wendigo played with the remnants of her ice, she thought.

Obviously, I didn’t have the method or experience to make something like that…

‘How did they do it?’