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    Chapter 93

    Chapter 93

    Wendigo pointed his ice sword at Isabel, who had become a burning skeleton.

    Wendigo guessed Isabel’s situation through the lingering mystery he felt from her.

    Offering people as sacrifices to a god wasn’t just handing over life and body.

    Why would gods accept useless and tasteless(?) humans as sacrifices if they didn’t need anything?

    “Shouldn’t we end this now? You’ve already paid your life to the god, so it seems the power you love so much is out of reach.”

    The burning bones were merely a medium to maintain Isabel’s form.

    What was actually burning was her soul, which was slowly being transferred to her god.

    Naturally, when her soul burns completely, Isabel’s soul would head to her god’s embrace, but…

    “If everything, everything burns, it’s fine. As long as I offer sacrifices to burn in place of my soul!”

    Isabel muttered her plan while shaking her head.

    Of course, she didn’t want to answer Wendigo’s question, but because her soul was burning, her mind was unstable and her mouth moved without her realizing.

    Wendigo marveled at this novel and surprising idea.

    “… Truly an amazing idea.”

    To think of extending one’s life with others’ lives even until the moment of death.

    It was clearly an idea only possible for someone who didn’t care about others’ lives in the slightest.

    However, there was one thing Isabel hadn’t anticipated.

    That her soul had already burned 30% as the god fulfilled the contract.

    Wendigo, who had torn out spirits’ sources twice, could feel that her soul was considerably damaged.

    “Isn’t this a failed plan from the start? Why don’t you just return to your god? Seeing how they granted your messy request, they seem quite generous…”

    “Shut uuuuup!!!!!!”

    Wendigo sincerely advised Isabel, but Isabel took it as an insult.

    In fact, it was an insult. Why should he praise someone who burned several people to death for her own greed?

    As Isabel swung both arms, the black flames enveloping her body split into dozens of strands and flew towards Wendigo.

    The heat was so intense it could turn someone to ashes instantly without time to feel pain, but…

    “You’re throwing away your life too easily.”

    Wendigo ignored Isabel’s attack, leaping and running around.

    After all, Isabel would die on her own once her soul burned completely, so why bother blocking the attacks?

    As the flames, which were no different from her life, burned the ground, Isabel let out a scream full of anger.

    “I command you. Stay still!”

    “I can see why your family fell. It seems to be because of that loose tongue of yours.”

    Flinch.

    Isabel froze as if struck at a vital point.

    Wendigo didn’t miss this opportunity and concentrated mystery into his ice sword, swinging it towards Isabel. The ice sword shot out a dark blue sword light with a sound like a scream.

    Isabel saw the blade flying towards her neck and hurriedly concentrated flames.

    Perhaps influenced by Isabel’s memories, the flames took the form of soldiers with shields to block the sword light.

    It was a foolish act.

    While projecting mental images can sometimes exert powerful force, Isabel’s mental image was merely the pettiness of passing pain onto others.

    Naturally, flames projected with such a weak mental image couldn’t block Wendigo’s sword light.

    The sword light cut Isabel’s waist, and she screamed as she felt a chunk of her power fall away.

    “No! I can’t lose my power, my soul!”

    Isabel, afraid of her existence disappearing, hurriedly reached out towards the flames.

    She instinctively realized that only those flames could maintain her soul.

    After absorbing all the flames, Isabel desperately split the flames to create soldiers.

    The soldiers with burning swords and melting faces charged towards Wendigo while screaming.

    “Kill… him!”

    “It’s hot!!!!!”

    The lingering thoughts in the flames screamed and swung their weapons at Wendigo.

    Wendigo decided to grant their request. His ice sword drew a horizontal line, bisecting the soldiers.

    The souls suffering from terrible burning pain smiled as the cold energy seeped into them, then vanished into smoke.

    Watching this, Isabel fell into anxiety.

    The despair of being betrayed by the world that had always been on her side.

    That despair was gnawing away at the thread of reason she was barely holding onto.

    “I, I was chosen. Chosen by the world, by bloodline, by god!!!”

    “Then all those beings must have chosen wrong.”

    Wendigo mocked Isabel, who was still denying reality, and charged forward.

    Isabel screamed at the soldiers she created to stop him, but it had little effect.

    The heat of the flame soldiers, created reflecting Isabel’s vanity rather than extremely condensed flames, was lukewarm at best.

    Wendigo watched as the flame soldiers blocking his path turned to smoke upon colliding with his body, and Isabel, unable to do anything, let go of her last thread.

    As the flame soldiers crumbled, Isabel concentrated all the flames into her body.

    She flew towards Wendigo, who was rushing at her.

    “You… if it weren’t for you, I would have!!!”

    Wendigo found it absurd that Isabel was blaming him with resentment.

    When had he ever asked her to come to the forest? Everything was just the result of Isabel’s own choices.

    The biggest problem was Isabel’s own mindset.

    A childish mindset that the world should love her without reason, but her own faults should always be due to others.

    If she had accepted that the world wasn’t like that and acted more carefully…

    “Come to think of it, why should I even consider this? I’m sick of this, so farewell.”

    Wendigo clicked his tongue and split Isabel in half.

    Wendigo was certain he had cut her soul through the sensation felt at his fingertips.

    However…

    “Di… e!”

    “?”

    Even as her bisected form was dispersing, Isabel managed to grab Wendigo’s neck.

    Her reason disappeared the moment the ice sword cut her, but her resentment and sense of unfairness remained unbroken until the very end.

    It was utterly absurd.

    To think her resentment and anger were more intense than those of the followers who had burned to death because of her.

    ‘Crazy woman.’

    Isabel’s lingering resentment followed its role and reached out towards Wendigo.

    As the flames, gradually losing form and burning fiercely, approached, Wendigo burst cold energy from his entire body and opened his mouth.

    He intended to blow away the lingering resentment with a roar full of mystery.

    However, the mouth is a part that’s a weakness for most beings.

    Half of Isabel’s lingering resentment, whether by chance or instinct, dug into Wendigo’s mouth.

    “?!”

    Wendigo, disgusted, bit into the lingering resentment with mystery imbued in his teeth.

    However, a not insignificant portion had already entered his mouth, and even a part could cause unknown phenomena.

    Wendigo quickly concentrated mystery inside his body, but…?

    “Huh?”

    Even after tearing off the remaining half of the lingering resentment and destroying it with cold energy, the flames that had entered his mouth remained quiet.

    He had expected them to explode or cause chaos or something.

    As Wendigo wondered, Gulmag, covered in flesh and blood, approached him.

    “Is the whining one dead?”

    “If you mean the witch, I’m not sure myself…”

    [ Hey! You shouldn’t eat my toy, no matter what! ]

    “?”

    Wendigo was startled by a voice coming from thin air.

    A voice reminiscent of a young girl struck his ears.

    Wendigo set his ice sword on the ground and tried to guess the owner of the voice.

    No, there was no need to guess.

    Who had been giving power to Isabel until now?

    “If it was a precious toy, you shouldn’t have put it in a dangerous place.”

    “Wendigo, who are you talking to?”

    As Wendigo grumbled while looking at the air as if arguing, Gulmag tilted his head.

    If one didn’t know the situation, he would naturally look like a madman.

    Of course, Gulmag could understand if Wendigo went a little mad.

    With incidents occurring around without a moment’s rest, going a bit crazy might actually be normal…

    “Gulmag, I can roughly guess what you’re thinking, but I’m not crazy.”

    “Wendigo, going crazy isn’t shameful. Denying that you’re crazy is what’s shameful.”

    As Wendigo calmly made excuses, Gulmag looked at him sideways.

    The fortunate thing was that the misunderstanding towards Wendigo was resolved quite quickly.

    [ That’s right~ Going crazy isn’t shameful. ]

    “!”

    Wendigo and Gulmag raised their weapons at the presence felt behind them.

    A young girl revealed herself from within the flames Isabel had left behind.

    A girl with shimmering red-gold hair and dark red inverted eyes reminiscent of lava.

    The girl showed her sharp teeth in a smile and waved at the two.

    “He~llo! I’ve been watching quite enjoyably, but I’m new to you guys, right?”

    “Are you the god Isabel served?”

    “That’s right. I’m Jurturu, the cute youngest child created last by the creation god!”

    Jurturu pointed at herself with her thumb, her eyes sparkling.

    She revealed herself as the culprit so boldly that Wendigo was dumbfounded and at a loss for words.

    Not only her attitude, but he couldn’t understand at all what the god before his eyes wanted.

    “What’s your purpose?”

    “I don’t have one?”

    Jurturu tilted her head and answered Wendigo’s question.

    It was such an innocent answer… and the smell emanating from her was surprisingly clean.

    If so, did it really mean she had no purpose…

    As Wendigo grabbed his ice sword in rising irritation, Jurturu startled and waved her hands.

    “Wait wait wait! I really had no purpose, I tell you! I just like madmen in the first place!”

    “I didn’t particularly want to know your taste. Now that I roughly understand, I’d appreciate if you’d leave.”

    As Wendigo’s ice sword came closer, Jurturu panicked and grabbed the blade.

    Even if her neck was cut off, Jurturu wouldn’t die, but she hadn’t revealed herself without any purpose either.

    She pleaded to Wendigo with wide eyes.

    “I’ll leave! I’ll leave, so give me back my toy! If you return it, I’ll give you something good too!”

    “By toy, do you mean Isabel? She offered herself as a sacrifice in the first place, so you should have her.”

    “But you ate part of her!”

    Jurturu wailed, her eyes brimming with tears as if she was truly wronged.

    The sight of a young girl shedding pearly tears was quite pitiful, but Wendigo didn’t feel sorry at all.

    In essence, she was a grandmother at least 4000 years old…

    “Stop the act, it’s creepy. So, is there a way to take the soul back?”

    “Can’t you just spit it out?”

    “… I’m asking how to do that.”

    As Jurturu answered as if it were obvious, Wendigo felt a headache coming on.

    Wouldn’t it be better to just cleanly cut off her neck? If he cut it off every time she appeared…

    “Oh, oh oh! Are you reaching for your sword again?”

    “If you want your toy or soul back, explain a proper method. I don’t want to keep the soul of a crazy woman like Isabel either.”

    “Hmm… or could you open your mouth? I’ll look for it directly.”

    As Jurturu asked while wiggling her fingers, Wendigo grabbed his ice sword in disgust.

    He didn’t want to entrust his mouth to someone who was clearly a lunatic, or rather close to a fanatic.

    Seeing Wendigo’s aversion, Jurturu ran up to him and grabbed his leg, whining.

    “Please! It’s the first toy I made after returning to the middle realm!”

    “What does that even mean, damn it…”

    “It’s a toy I made after 4000 years! Do you know how I felt having to play with the same toy for 4000 years!!!”

    “You should have caused less trouble then.”

    Though Wendigo had just met Jurturu today, he could assert one thing.

    This one’s share must have been significant in the creation god’s decision to drive out the gods.

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