Toxic Marriage - Chapter 7.2

Chapter 7.2

“Forget it if you’re not going to answer.”

“When our child is born, it will inherit my curse,” Fenrir answered obediently, having lost interest in her reaction.

“…”

“Then that child will be bound to this earth for a long time instead of me.”

And then?

Freya was worried about her child’s future, but she also became terrified of what he would do with her after she gave birth, when he would no longer need her.

When she didn’t say anything, Fenrir waved his hand. At that moment, there was a gust of wind from somewhere, causing Freya to move. She was pushed forward, and in an instant, she was standing in front of him.

“What?”

“…”

“Are you still afraid of me?”

As his languidly low voice flowed out, he grabbed Freya’s arm and tugged at it, causing her body to tilt. They were so close that their noses were almost touching.

“I’m not treating the woman who will carry my child carelessly.”

Even as he said that, his dark eyes, whose depths were unknown, were filled with cold hatred and loathing. Anger like he wanted to bite and kill the descendant of the woman who cursed him right now.

Ironically, it sounded like he was whispering that he would surely kill her when she had fulfilled her duty.

Ah.

Freya closed her eyes tightly, unable to figure out what to do in that quiet anger.

***

Erik, Fenrir’s attendant, noticed Freya running out and carefully knocked on the door. The door opened without a sound. The room beyond the open door was filled with complete silence.

But the scene he saw was not at all like that. There was a bloody smell of pig liver in the air, and the plate was filled with an eerie red color.

The chair that Freya Lindberg was supposed to be sitting in was spread in disarray.

‘What, even a knife?’

There was no way that his master would have used such a crude thing as a weapon, so it seemed that the woman had resisted.

In fact, even if it wasn’t the dropped knife, what told him that the conversation between the two had gone like a storm was the sight of his master sitting on his chair, not moving at all.

It was a good thing that he stopped the escort knight who insisted on accompanying her here. If he had followed her here, he would have fallen victim to his master’s anger.

Had that been the case, what would need to be cleaned up right now would not have been the fallen utensils, but a ragged corpse.

“I thought her personality wasn’t usual. Did the woman swing this knife?”

At those words, Fenrir, who had no expression on his face, quietly raised the corners of his lips.

“She wasn’t compliant.”

Erik was stunned. Ignorance was bravery, and the woman, who did not know the identity of his master, bravely swung the crude knife that would not even penetrate his skin.

But that also meant that his master was mean to the woman.

‘Just by looking at all this blood…’

It was quite common to eat animal organs or raw meat during the war, but for a woman who had only eaten warm food all her life, it could be seen as him wanting to torment her.

“Did she accept her fate?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

Erik rolled his eyes at Fenrir’s indifferent reply.

‘Well, that’s not wrong, but…’

“You should have been more gentle, Master. Getting pregnant isn’t easy either. According to Arne, her body and mind should be at ease. If she gets frustrated and takes her own life, it will be troublesome for you too.”

“Erik.”

Was it because he had been nagging long enough without even knowing his place? Erik tensed up and straightened his back at the low call.

“Y-Yes, Master.”

“People don’t die that easily.”

Fenrir’s eyes, which had briefly glowed when he spoke of Freya, quickly returned to their dark light.

“The more people have to lose, the more it is like that. For someone who has woken up in a comfortable bed all their life, having to give up everything with a single stab of a knife is more frightening than death.”

He was right. It seemed that Freya Lindberg, the only female with divine power, was also called a saintess by people. How could she give up such a revered life so easily?

“But there is a possibility of thinking differently.”

Erik raised his head at Fenrir’s words.

Thinking differently? He received a meaningful command from his master, whose intentions he didn’t know.

“Keep a close eye on Freya Lindberg for a while.”