Toxic Marriage - Chapter 15.2

Chapter 15.2

Even though he was sorry, Erik decided to use his master as an excuse.

As expected, there was no place in Niflheim where the name Fenrir didn’t get things done, so the panting chef had no choice but to calm down.

“You know that all the ingredients are brought in through the back gate, right?”

Erik nodded at the chef’s question.

Security at the main gate took too much time, so the regular transportation of ingredients was done through the back gate. Frozen food would often thaw or become stale after spending several hours at the security checkpoint.

“It’s become a nuisance. Bringing in this many ingredients won’t be done in just a couple of shipments. Don’t I have to open the back gate each time?”

Despite the grumbling, the chef was writing the dishes on the list in his notebook.

Of course, it was none of Erik’s business.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

Erik ignored that and left the kitchen.

***

It was cold and dry. But the people’s behavior wasn’t all that bad compared to the environment.

At least that was the feeling Freya got after several days of taking walks around the castle.

It was probably because there was a gold mine in the western mines of Niflheim, so it was not a territory without money. She could tell just by looking at the ridiculous amount of gold offered to the Lindberg family in exchange for skipping the wedding.

Thanks to that, even though it took time, and they weren’t particularly fresh, she was able to eat green vegetables here. There was not much that couldn’t be done with money.

Had it been discovered earlier, Niflheim wouldn’t have been branded a land of hunger and poverty, but the gold mine wasn’t discovered that long ago. It’s been less than ten years.

‘No, if it was known that there was a gold mine while Niflheim was powerless, it would have been invaded even more.’

In any case, it was the only land that bordered the greedy Leise Empire.

Her thoughts led her to the training ground a little further away from the castle.

“Excuse me, Miss Freya.”

Risyr, who was using their walks as an excuse to get to know the geography of the castle, cleared his throat awkwardly and spoke.

Freya, who had been straining her eyes to see who was coming and going through the main gate today, turned her head. Her vision shook as she suddenly switched from looking at something far away to something close.

“Huh? What is it?”

“I… I mean… have you heard anything about the union yet?”

“Ah, the union.” Freya nodded. “Yeah, I haven’t been told anything yet.”

Risyr’s face darkened despite her simple reply.

“He’s not going to come to Miss Freya’s room without saying anything in the first place, is he? If he does, be sure to ring the bell. I will slit the Margrave’s throat even if it means cutting off my limbs…”

“That won’t happen,” Freya replied firmly to Risyr, who was going too far.

It wasn’t that she was simply looking at the situation with a positive attitude, but the Fenrir that Freya had encountered was not wicked enough to do something like that.

He was disrespectful, but not atrocious. It seemed like sophistry, but it was a pretty accurate explanation.

If he wanted to hurry up and get her pregnant, he would have done something on the day he first met her, but the fact that he hadn’t touched her yet served as evidence.

However, Freya understood Risyr’s worries. She was also nervous about whether or not she would be notified of the date of the union.

Erik came every day to run little errands for her, but he always went back without saying a word.

‘I can’t even grab him and ask when we’re going to sleep together.’

Freya had to soothe her nervousness with a plan that was moving forward.

“Then it would be important to deceive the attendant until the day of the union.”

“I don’t think you need to worry about that. I don’t think he’s very perceptive.”

So she tried to move on to step two now.

“Next week, I’ll ask him to call a tailor. He said I had everything I needed here, but all the clothes in the closet are boring.”

Freya’s face was as serious as that of a strategizing commander, even though she was grumbling like a noble lady.

Woof, woof!

Just then, an angry dog barked from not far away.

Risyr quickly pulled Freya’s arm.

“Miss Freya, please come behind me!”

Freya staggered from the strong force and was dragged behind him.

Chomp!

In the meantime, the dog came running, drooling, and bit Risyr’s arm.

“Damn it.”

As Risyr swung his arm fiercely, the dog fell off and slammed into the tree. The dog whimpered.

“Fesher!”

Only then did the dog’s owner show up. The dog lowered its tail and ran to its owner’s call.

Freya jumped from behind Risyr and examined his wound.

“Are you alright, Risyr?”

“It was just a small bite.”

A smile bite, my ass. When she rolled up his sleeve, the teeth marks were clear. Freya’s eyes widened and she glared at the owner holding the dog’s leash.

He was a knight with an unusually gigantic build. He was wearing clanking armor, had dark skin, was tall, and boasted an impossibly bulky chest.

mpossibly bulky chest.