Saga of The Night God

Chapter 162 Mysteries Concealed In White Bag

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[10 minutes before]

Frejya, having obtained her mother-in-law's permission to take a break from her guard duty, eagerly ventured out to relish the ongoing event. With the intention of finding a special souvenir for her husband, she roamed from shop to shop, searching for the perfect gift. However, as she pondered about her husband, she suddenly realized that she knew very little about him.

Frejya found herself contemplating the reasons why she had agreed to marry him. She had only met him twice before their marriage and a mere three times after. Love was absent from their relationship. The only significant aspect she knew about him was his mother, the esteemed Grand Knight Agda Ingres, whom Frejya greatly admired and aspired to emulate.

In a world where gender discrimination was non-existent, female knights were still relatively rare, particularly those who possessed the same level of power and influence as Agda. Frejya recalled her initial motivation for marrying Agda's son: she believed he would inherit his mother's exceptional knightly qualities. While he indeed became a knight, he fell short of being extraordinary, though he remained fairly strong.

Frejya, on the other hand, believed she would soon surpass him in power. During their journey to this place, she had engaged in numerous battles against bandits, thugs, and formidable monsters. Some foes were even stronger than her, but with Agda's assistance, she emerged victorious. However, Frejya had also triumphed over several adversaries on her own. With each passing day, her power continued to grow.

As Frejya reflected on her progress, a sense of determination swelled within her. She was driven to become a force to be reckoned with, surpassing not only her husband but also the most formidable knights in the realm. The trials she faced on their journey served as stepping stones toward her goal.

She knew that her power was on a steady incline, fueled by her relentless training and unwavering resolve. Frejya had honed her combat skills, mastered new techniques, and pushed herself to the limits of her physical and mental capabilities. The battles she had fought had tested her mettle, pushing her boundaries and revealing her inner strength.

With each victory, Frejya's self-assurance grew, and she became aware of her own potential. She was determined to prove herself, not only to her husband, but also to the world. Her ambitions extended far beyond their marriage; she yearned to carve her own path, leaving a legacy as a legendary knight.

As she continued her search for a souvenir, her mind drifted to the countless possibilities that lay before her. Frejya envisioned herself standing at the pinnacle of knighthood, respected and revered by all. She knew it would be a challenging journey, but she embraced the hardships that awaited her. 

Lost in her musings, Frejya was interrupted by a young child who sought her attention, eager to share a story. Initially, she brushed him off, preoccupied with her own thoughts. However, something in the child's eyes caught her attention—a resemblance to the princess, whose eyes shared the same captivating color.

Intrigued by this uncanny connection, Frejya reconsidered and decided to lend an ear to the child's tale.

[Present time]

Observing the woman's attentive gaze, Erwin proceeded, satisfied that she was fully engrossed in his story. "The man replied, 'I'll let you know when we're near.' My father found the answer strange, but he didn't question it. He kept the carriage moving, anticipating what awaited them at their destination."

Frejya's ears absorbed Erwin's words as he persisted in recounting his tale. "During our journey down the desolate path, my father's gaze fixated on the pale sack held tightly by the stranger. Suddenly, a glimpse of motion from within caused fear to grip his heart. With fear he looked away and didn't ask man what's in the bag."

"They continued traversing village after village, and my anxious father realized he had forgotten where he was supposed to drop off the men from his carriage. Filled with trepidation, he approached the men and asked where he wanted to be dropped off. In response, men glanced at my father and said, 'Suck my dick, and I'll will tell you.' This made my father even more apprehensive and perplexed."

With that, he once again looked at Frejya's startled and bewildered expression and inquired, "Miss, do you happen to know sucking a dick means? My father never explained it to me this part."

Frejya shook her head, unwilling to teach a child about the topic. Erwin, his eyes filled with a hint of sadness, reassured her, saying, "It's alright if you're not aware of it."

With a smile, he continued, "Furthermore, as the men taunted my father by telling him to perform a vulgar act, his fear intensified, causing him to ponder repeatedly about the contents of the white bag. My father couldn't help but glance at the bag, and the men caught his gaze. With a smirk, the man inquired if my father wanted to know what was inside. My father hesitantly nodded, and the man's smile widened in response. He informed my father that he would reveal if he would suck his dick."

  Erwin observed Frejya's increasingly bewildered expression, he said. "The response made my father even angrier and more terrified. Consequently, he remained silent throughout the journey. However, the men abruptly instructed him to halt the carriage. My father complied and questioned why they wanted him to stop. As he observed the smirking expression on their faces, he realized he had made a grave error. It was clear that the upcoming request would be similar to what he had heard before. Once again, the man uttered, 'Suck my dick if you want to know.' "

"With this, he exited the carriage and headed towards a dimly lit area. Then he began to urinate, causing my father to tremble in fear. He anxiously waited for him to turn away, seizing the opportunity to sprint towards his carriage and drive away at full speed. According to him, the wind itself seemed to weep as he recounted the story upon reaching home. However, I find it hard to believe that anyone can surpass the swiftness of the wind. Don't you agree, miss?" Erwin posed a childlike question, aiming to maintain his perceived superior intelligence without arousing suspicion in his new target.

Frejya maintained her passive demeanor, her eyes fixed on Erwin with a puzzled expression. Noticing her lack of response, Erwin decided to redirect the conversation. "Well, let's not worry about that for now. The most intriguing part of the story is yet to come," he declared, pausing mysteriously before continuing. "Upon reaching home, my father realized that the men had unintentionally left their white bag behind in the carriage. He brought it home with him, and when we finally opened it, can you even fathom what we discovered inside?"

Erwin's words hung in the air, generating a sense of anticipation. Frejya leaned forward slightly, her curiosity piqued. "What was in the bag?" she asked, her voice filled with intrigue.

Erwin's mischievous grin widened as he savored the suspenseful moment. "Inside the bag," he whispered with a flair for drama, drawing Frejya's attention. Intrigued, she leaned forward, bringing her ear closer to Erwin, eager to hear the secrets concealed within the enigmatic white bag.

Erwin smirked at her, his courtesy slipping away. Leaning closer, he whispered into her ear, "Suck my dick, and I will tell you."

Frejya's eyes widened in shock as Erwin's words lingered in the air. She quickly pulled away, her face flushing with a mixture of surprise and indignation. "Excuse me?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with both disbelief and outrage.

Erwin, seemingly undeterred by her reaction, chuckled softly. His expression transformed into an unsettling grin as he continued to push the boundaries. "Oh, don't be so prudish, my dear. You wanted to know, didn't you? It's a simple exchange. Pleasure me, and I shall reveal all."

Frejya's initial shock turned into a mixture of anger and disbelief. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "You must be out of your mind! I have no interest in such a repulsive proposition," she snapped, her voice laced with a firm resolve.

Erwin's grin only grew wider, relishing in his perceived power over the situation. "Ah, but you see, my dear, curiosity often leads us to unexpected places. The choice is yours. Indulge me, and the secrets shall be yours."

Frejya's patience reached its limit. With a firm tone, she replied, "I have no patience for your crude games. If you have something meaningful to share, then do so without resorting to such offensive tactics. Otherwise, consider this conversation at an end."

Erwin's smug expression faltered for a moment, but he quickly composed himself. "Very well, my dear. If you insist on being so closed-minded, then I shall keep my secrets to myself. But remember, curiosity is a double-edged sword."

Frejya, unfazed by his veiled threats, turned to leave, her resolve unshaken. As she walked away, Erwin's laughter echoed in the air, a mix of frustration and amusement.

But as he walked away, Frejya's anger evident in the swaying of her bottom cheeks, Erwin hesitated to let her leave.

He couldn't help but watch Frejya's retreating figure. Thoughts raced through his mind, contemplating the use of a particular trick he knew—the one that would supposedly grant him any woman's favors, even those who identified as lesbian or even their own sisters.

With this idea taking hold, Erwin sprinted toward Frejya, his heart pounding in anticipation. He reached out, grabbing her hand, desperate to prevent her departure. "Miss, don't be like this. At the very least, you can tell me your name," he pleaded, hoping to salvage the situation.

Frejya's eyes flashed with anger, but then a mischievous smirk curved on her lips. She gazed at Erwin, testing his resolve, and then asked, "Do you really want to know my name?"

Erwin's face twisted with a mixture of fear and anticipation as he nodded, bracing himself for the unexpected. However, his expression turned to pure dread as he witnessed Frejya's smile widen. With a sinister tone, she uttered, "Suck my dick, and I will tell you."