Chapter 673: Freya’s fate (II)
As soon as Vlad finished his question, he immediately noticed complicated expressions surfacing on the faces of the Viking warriors before him. An ominous feeling assaulted his heart, sending chills coursing through his veins.
Angelo, the fierce Viking leader, stared at Vlad for a prolonged moment, seemingly hesitant to speak. He opened his mouth as if preparing to dismiss the inquiry entirely, but suddenly felt his entire body stiffen with an unsettling coldness.
Vlad’s eyes, normally a deep, peaceful black with striking crimson irises, had changed entirely. They were now filled with an icy chill so intense that the air around him seemed to crystallize, turning nearly tangible.
Although Vlad typically radiated calm control, at this moment, he projected a profound and menacing sense of urgency.
Sensing the gravity of the situation, the small yellow cat perched comfortably on Vlad’s shoulder—spoke calmly yet firmly, with a gentle smile masking the profound intensity in his gaze.
"Freya is a very important friend of ours," the Depravita of Gluttony stated, his voice deceptively soft yet laden with hidden threat. "If anything has happened to her, we would like to know."
Angelo’s eyes narrowed slightly, taken aback by the intensity radiating from Vlad and his feline companion. Though he was a seasoned Viking, one who had faced death countless times without hesitation, even he found himself impressed—and slightly unsettled—by the overwhelming determination emanating from the duo.
After several tense moments, the Viking sighed deeply, reluctantly nodding in concession.
"Fine," Angelo said solemnly, "out of respect for your determination and obvious care for Freya, I will share what I know. But I must ask you both to keep this matter private."