Chapter 755: The Viking princess’s battle will
To be fair, it wasn’t the first time Freya had been approached by a powerful figure—far from it. Since the announcement of the tournament, many Viking warriors, drawn by her status and beauty, had come knocking on her door.
They all spoke in honeyed tones, offering promises of protection, pledging to fight in the tournament in her name. Their words sounded noble, polished, and even poetic. But Freya felt nothing but disdain and loathing for them.
She could see through the lies—see the lust and ambition beneath their pretenses. These men didn’t care about her; they merely wanted to wear the mask of a radiant knight, to make themselves appear different from the others who sought to claim control over her life. They wanted her as a trophy.
Yet, even as disgust curled in her heart, the Viking princess maintained a regal, prideful stance. Her chin held high, her expression calm, she let the Viking Legend into her hall. Soon they reached a long, ancient table, where they sat across from one another.
The Viking Legend who now sat before her carried an overwhelming aura of power, but there was no arrogance in his gaze. His eyes gleamed with quiet confidence, and as he studied Freya, a small smile curved across his lips.
"It’s no wonder that monsters have fallen for you, Princess."
Freya’s cold composure flickered into confusion at the unexpected comment. Her brow furrowed—what did he mean by monsters? Before she could ask, the man’s expression sharpened, and in a blink, his Totemic Power surged.
Energy flooded the room, weaving into an intricate field that blocked any form of spying or eavesdropping. The air seemed to shimmer as the barrier sealed.
Only after ensuring their privacy did the man speak again.