God Tier Sword Mage

Chapter 2. The strange green-haired woman

Fenrir blinked his eyes and tried to frown, trying to analyze his current whereabouts.

"Hey, little guy, wake up, you're not going to sleep all day are you?" the green-haired woman looked annoyed that Fenrir was not paying attention to her at all.

Fenrir held his stomach which was still sore from the kick last night.

"Where is Mrs. Freya?"

Fenrir slightly got up from the bed trying to find Mrs. Freya's whereabouts with a sense of worry, he was now certain that Mrs. Freya was not there.

"The photographed woman you mean? She wasn't there when I returned after defeating some people outside this house. What exactly did you do to be hunted down by those assassins?"

Fenrir did not pay much attention to the woman's babbling, because what was certain was that Mrs. Freya was not there now.

Fenrir tried to get out of the house and looked outside.

"Hey, where are you going with a wound like that?"

The woman pulled Fenrir back to the bed and placed her hand on Fenrir's wounded stomach.

And a miracle happened, the wound Fenrir had suffered was now fully healed.

Fenrir could not believe what was happening.

"Who are you, and how did you do it?" Fenrir looked so surprised, he had never seen anything like this before.

"Is this the first time you've seen magic? What exactly have you been doing all this time?"

The woman was no less surprised than Fenrir who seemed to be amazed by her magic.

"What did I do? I garden, tend the garden, clean the gutters," Fenrir said innocently.

"Huh?"

That was the only word that came out of the woman's mouth signaling how disbelieved she was by what she had just heard.

"What's wrong with that, it's the work of a slave, what else can a slave do?" Fenrir tried to get up, but the woman stopped him.

"Obviously a big mistake, it's really a big mistake."

The woman really did not believe what she was hearing and was likely annoyed by Fenrir's innocent reply.

"How could someone with as much magic power as you just become a slave?"

"What?"

Fenrir's mouth gaped at the woman's statement, Fenrir never felt he had used magic even once in his entire life.

"Magic? I've never even seen anyone use magic, let alone use it."

Fenrir really did not believe the woman's statement, it did not make sense to Fenrir's logic.

"Your crystal blue eyes show everything little man, and I'm here too because you called me, how could you not be able to use magic?"

An argument ensued between two people who were both unable to accept reality.

"I never felt like calling you, nor do I know what your name is, where your home is, and where you come from. "

A tough debate continued between them.

"Those are unimportant things in summoning magic. Let's put it this way, what was the last thing you did before you fainted?"

The woman felt annoyed at Fenrir's explanation which was far from the expected answer.

"I forgot, because besides my stomach, I also hit my head. But wait... I remember the last thing I did after shouting Mrs. Freya's name was to read the last chapter of my mother's book. "

"Your mom's book? Where is it? I want to see it. "

Fenrir found the book he remembered falling around the entrance of the house. Fenrir picked it up and gave it to the woman.

The woman flipped through the book and tried to understand the contents of Fenrir's book. Several times she made an inexplicable face, making Fenrir wonder what the woman wanted to know from the book of fairy tales.

"Who gave you this book?"

The woman asked with her gaze fixed on the book.

"Can you read it? "

Fenrir answered the question with a counter-question, causing the woman to turn to Fenrir with an annoyed look in her eyes.

"Just answer my question." The woman gave Fenrir a sharp look, eager to hear the man's answer.

"I got it from my mother, it used to be my bedtime story book," Fenrir explained a little confused when the woman looked curious about the story book.

"Ordinary people will not be able to read this book, but for witches this is a precious book, where did your mother come from and what was her name? "

"I don't know exactly where my mother is from, because we used to move around a lot. But my mother's name is Leona."

The woman's face showed a look of disbelief, but a moment later her face returned to thinking about something and her gaze returned to the book she was holding.

Fenrir who was looking at her could only guess the contents of the woman's mind. "Have you ever heard of her?" he asked finally.

"I've only ever heard the name of a witch similar to her name. However, I can't be sure they are the same person. I still need to find out more."

Fenrir looked outside the house and occasionally tried to locate Mrs. Freya.

"What was the last page you read little man?"

Fenrir looked back, then replied, "The last page, if I'm not mistaken."

The woman nodded and opened the last page of the book. And she looked so surprised by what she saw.

"What kind of spell is this?"

Along with her shock, someone from outside the house shouted Fenrir's name.

"Fenrir, come out quickly! I know you're inside. "

Someone called Fenrir in an angry tone. Fenrir knew very well whose voice it was. Mr. Pedro showed an angry face from the direction of the door. Fenrir was silent upon seeing Mr. Pedro's arrival.

"What are you doing here, huh? How dare a slave like you leave work. It's a good thing I didn't put you in the stable with the cows just because I followed Mrs. Freya's request. "

Mr. Pedro's anger was so intense, it was as if he could shoot lasers out of his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Master Pedro, I came here looking for Mrs. Freya, but Mrs. Freya is nowhere. "

Fenrir racked his brains for an excuse to appease Lord Pedro's anger and it seemed that Lord Pedro had also started looking for Mrs. Freya's whereabouts by circling around the house but did not find her.

"You go now to Lord Zeldris' place before your head is cut off by his, you know that Lord Zeldris doesn't like to wait?" Mr. Pedro's sharp gaze was still directed at Fenrir.

Fenrir simply nodded, "Yes, Lord. "

Fenrir ran towards Lord Zeldris' residence. But there was something that had been bothering his mind, where did the green-haired woman go? And to make Fenrir even more worried, she was missing along with his mother's book. But right now Fenrir was more concerned with going to see Lord Zeldris because before he looked for the woman it was more important to see Lord Zeldris so that he would still be alive.

"You damn slave, where have you been huh?"

Zeldris immediately kicked Fenrir to the ground before he could approach, Fenrir who was used to receiving such treatment got up again to approach Zeldris.

"How much time do you think I've wasted waiting for a despicable slave like you?"

Zeldris stepped on Fenrir's toes and when Fenrir lowered his head slightly, Zeldris high kicked Fenrir's head. Fenrir fell back down and got back to his feet, Fenrir never fought back and never answered any of Zeldris' taunts because he knew only additional punishment would be received.

"How's my High Kick, great isn't it? It's one of the kicking moves taught to knights." Zeldris looked proud as she kicked Fenrir and showed off her skills.

"Are your slaves okay with you kicking like that, Zeldris?"

One of Zeldris's noble friends was afraid that Fenrir might die from Zeldris's cruel behavior. But he couldn't do anything either, except watch and see.

"Take it easy, this trash is like a cockroach, he won't die just from a kick, he's really like a trash cockroach. Hahaha." Zeldris laughed every time he insulted Fenrir "Do you want to take his place as my training tool?" Zeldris then turned around, looking at his friend.

Zeldris' friend immediately retreated while shaking his head at Zeldris' bluff, it made Zeldris laugh happily followed by other friends who giggled at Zeldris' behavior, it seemed that Zeldris was happy because here he fully dominated his friends and his slaves.

"Today we will play throwing targets, and of course Fenrir will be our target again today."

Zeldris opened the event like a royal host, Zeldris always made the rules and everyone had to follow her. And the rule this time was whoever hit Fenrir's head the most was the winner.

Zeldris invited some of his friends to start first. And Fenrir took a position standing in front of the tree as his target, one thing Fenrir knew was that if he avoided then his punishment would increase, so Fenrir could only surrender.

Throw after throw was made, some just passed by but not a few also hit Fenrir's body and head.

Now it was Zeldris' turn to throw, 5 of his throws missed and only 1 stone hit Fenrir's body, on the sixth throw Zeldris began to advance step by step until on the tenth throw, Zeldris was now close to Fenrir. In this game, each person should only throw ten times per person, but Zeldris had other plans.

"You're dodging on purpose, damn slave? Damn scum!"

Zeldris grabbed the stone she was supposed to throw and struck Fenrir several times on the head. Zeldris hit Fenrir's head while counting each of his blows.

"10 times I threw a rock at Fenrir's head, so I'm the winner!" Zeldris shouted to his friends and was greeted by the frenzy and applause of his friends, in their hearts his friends were horrified by Zeldris' behavior, but they were also afraid that they would have the same fate as Fenrir.

"Young master Zeldris, Lord Zeldris' mother calls you to her residence."

A servant of the Clark family called out to Zeldris and Zeldris threw away the stone his was holding and cleaned his hands of Fenrir's blood.

"Damn! This cockroach blood got on my shirt, let's get out of here guys, I need to change my shirt before I meet mom. "

Zeldris walked away leaving Fenrir alone with all the wounds he had given her.

"Geez what happened to you? You should have fought back."

A woman approached Fenrir, Fenrir hoped it was Mrs. Freya but it wasn't, there was a little sadness in Fenrir's heart, because it was times like this that he missed Mrs. Freya's presence the most.

"I will make you a strong man, now that I know who your mother is." Fenrir looked up, staring in wonder at the green-haired woman.