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Chapter 275:

"What sixteenth birthday?"

Freya, who had a smile on her face, suddenly had a cold look in her eyes, as if she felt some great threat, and immediately jumped out of bed.

However, then she was stunned, and looked at her gorgeous bed and the beautiful scenery outside the towering castle with some inexplicability.

"Huh? Yes, I'm sixteen today. ”

Freya was a little puzzled by her own actions just now.

She's Freya. Green, whose father is the king of the country of Tiles, and she is the only princess of the country.

As if startled by Freya's gaze just now, the maid next to her cautiously said to Freya.

"Your Royal Highness, what's wrong with you? Is there something uncomfortable? ”

"No, it's nothing, maybe I was too excited yesterday and didn't sleep." Freya said with a slight smile.

She glanced at the white silk pajamas on her body and pulled at her neckline, feeling very uncomfortable for some reason, as if it wasn't her clothes.

"Wait and burn this pajamas, and now bring me my most beautiful dress, and I'm going to see my father."

Hearing her command, the maid looked at Freya strangely, but still bent down.

"Yes, my Highness the Princess." ……

Fifteen minutes later.

Dressed in a white floor-length dress, Freya led four maids towards the castle hall.

On both sides of the road stood silver-armored guards with solemn expressions, and the cloaks behind them were blood-red, fluttering in the wind.

Freya calmly looked at the guards on both sides, this was originally familiar, but today somehow it always felt a little strange, strange and weird.

It's as if they weren't people, but cold sculptures.

'What's wrong with me today, why do I feel so weird, or am I sick?' ’

She touched her forehead, which was cold and unusual.

Suddenly, Freya frowned and stopped suddenly.

She walked up to the nearest guard, her eyes cold, and out of nowhere she reached out of nowhere a dark blue dagger in her hand, she stabbed directly at the guard's neck.

'Whew! ’

The dagger easily pierced his neck, and in an instant, bright blood flowed down the blade.

"Ah!!h

This sudden scene immediately caused the two maids in the back to cover their mouths and scream loudly.

Freya's eyes froze at the scream, and she stared blankly at her hands, the dagger on them, and the blood.

"What is this? Lauder, Mr. Lauder!! The guard in front of her with the pierced neck shook and turned upside down towards her, and Freya quickly clasped her hands and shouted around. Get Mr. Lauder to Dr. Lantlier! ”

Hearing her order, the two guards who were immediately closer walked briskly and dragged the fallen man away.

The blood on his neck gushed wantonly, dripping down the silver armor on his body and falling to the ground, which was extremely dazzling in this sunny atmosphere.

Looking at the puddle of blood on the ground with a somewhat glazed gaze, Freya shook her body, as if something was about to come up from her stomach.

'Vomit'

Finally, she bent down and threw up violently.

"Your Royal Highness Princess, you?"

The maid on the side walked to Freya's side with tears in her eyes, and asked cautiously, the scene just now happened too fast to be stopped.

At that time, the mild-mannered Freya seemed to have become a different person, unusually cold, more terrifying than the soldiers who fought and killed on the battlefield.

After vomiting for a while, she slowly got up and looked weakly at her bloodstained hands.

"I don't know, I think I want to see my father right away, I"

Two lines of transparent tears flowed down her azure eyes, cold and cold.

"Yes, Your Highness."

The maid held Freya with trembling hands, and the three of them continued on their way.

The other guards still stood there with solemn expressions as if what had just happened was an illusion.

Five minutes later.

In the main hall, a middle-aged man in a golden dress and a crown sat upright on his seat, and on the long red table in front of him, a purple gift box was placed there, and he seemed to be thinking about something, and his hand full of various rings tapped the chair and made an empty sound.

When the three of Freya arrived at the door of the main hall, his misty eyes gradually regained their light, and he quickly stood up from his seat and smiled.

"Oh, my lovely little princess, happy sixteenth birthday, and look, what gifts I have prepared for them!"

"Your sweet little princess?"

When Freya, whose face was covered with tears, heard this name, her body trembled violently, as if she had heard some disgusting words, and her heart was sick for a while, as if she was more disgusted than the murder just now.

However, this feeling only disappeared in an instant, like an illusion.

She was stunned, looked at her majestic father in front of her, and then trotted towards him while crying.

"Father, I, I Murdered"

With a 'poof', she threw herself into the arms of the middle-aged man, sobbing non-stop.

"Ah, murder?" Hearing Freya's words, the man immediately held up Freya with both hands and smiled.

"It's okay, today is your sixteenth birthday, isn't it murder, nothing is more important today than your birthday, so now let's see what gift I have prepared for you."

"Huh?"

Freya was slightly stunned, looking at her familiar father, just now, as if her killing was not a big deal.

Not caring about Freya's feelings, the man picked up the gift box on the table and handed it to her.

"Hurry up and open it, I can't wait to see how surprised you look."

"But father, I just put Mr. Lauder by the neck."

Freya, who took the gift box, did not choose to open it immediately, but hesitated.

"Don't worry, I've forgiven you, hurry up and open the present, my sweet little princess." The man had an unusually gentle expression.

"But"

"Open it."

"Yes"

'Bang! ’

With his palm slamming on the table, the man's originally gentle appearance became very angry, and he pointed hard at the gift in Freya's hand and said loudly.

"Me! Right now! Command! You! Open it! Roar!! ”

The sound of a beast's roar made Freya stand still, but then she frowned.

"Roar!? Father, you just said roar? ”

"Huh? What the? As if he hadn't expected Freya to mean it, the man was slightly stunned and restrained the anger on his face.

"I mean, the last word you just said, 'roar,' father, what do you mean?" Freya explained again with a calm face.

"Did I say that?" He subconsciously covered his mouth. "I said roar?"

"Yes." Freya nodded, then she pointed to the top of the man's head. "And you now have two little ears on your head."

"Ears?"

He touched the top of his head, and on either side of the crown actually grew two pointed gray ears, which looked very funny with his serious face.

"Also, your hands," Freya glanced at the gray paws on the top of his head and ears, paws with white nails that glittered in the light.

I don't know when, the original middle-aged man actually turned into a gray werewolf wearing clothes and a crown.

But Freya didn't have the slightest surprise in her heart, she just felt that this phenomenon was very normal.

Realizing the change in himself, the strange werewolf paused, and then actually sat back in his seat, and said in a gentle tone.

"Okay, my daughter, don't worry about that, you better open the gift in your hand first, it was carefully prepared by me."

"Oh, okay.".

Freya, who had regained her composure, looked down at the purple gift box in her hand.

The gift box is delicately packaged, with a large bow tied on it, and a golden greeting card hanging from it.

'Happy sixteenth birthday to my daughter, loving your father. The end is a pink heart.

Freya frowned at what looked like a crayon-like heart, and she suddenly pointed at the object and looked up.

"I don't like this pattern, I don't want this gift."

"You" The werewolf looked at Freya in amazement, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"Besides, I don't think you're my father either."

Freya's eyes became unusually cold, and she grabbed the long white dress on her body and pulled it violently.

"This dress is terrible, so inferior, obviously not my own clothes."

With a 'tear' sound, the silk skirt immediately tore and was casually tossed aside by Freya, revealing the red armor inside.

Looking at Freya, whose eyes slowly lit up with a cyan rune array, the werewolf sitting on the chair narrowed his eyes slightly, he supported his cheeks with his paws, and said in a flat tone.

"How did you find out that all of this was fake? Isn't your subconscious mind wishing to be a princess? ”

"That can only be said that your set is too fake!"

Suddenly, Freya stretched out her hand and grabbed it, and a cross sword made of countless cyan graces instantly appeared in her hand.

Then she slashed straight at the werewolf.

'Snort'

Like the slight sound of the wind.

The entire body of the werewolf, including the main hall behind it, slowly appeared a thin line, as if it had been evenly cut mirror, slowly sliding open.

Then large swaths of red blood splattered out from the middle of the thin threads, and then spilled strangely towards her.

"Hmph, this level of polluting power"

Looking at the blood flying over, Freya's eyes were cold, and then she reached out and waved.

'Whew', a cyan hurricane instantly erupted around her.

The invisible wind blade directly caused the things around her to turn into pieces in an instant, and blew the blood that had been spilled upside down and flew out.

In a trance, the entire huge palace began to shake.

The brightly colored world around it resembles a faded canvas that fades into yellow, then gray, and finally back into darkness.

Freya stood silently, looking down at her index finger.

The previous white and flawless ring on it was now covered with gray-black dirty marks, although it still emitted a faint white light, but it was also mixed with a trace of gray thread.

"It seems that it can't be used."

She frowned, then took off the ring from her index finger and threw it on the ground, crushing it with one foot.

Then Freya reached out and snapped her fingers lightly.

'Smack. ’

A whistling of orange-yellow flames appeared overhead, illuminating the surrounding scene.

The surroundings are no longer an ornate palace in illusion, nor an original theater, but a dilapidated laboratory.

A large half-mutilated laboratory bench is littered with instruments and runic devices.

There was a faint rotten sour smell throughout the lab, somewhat pungent.

Freya scanned the lab and slowly walked to the bench, reaching out and gently touching the lines on it.

After a pause, she withdrew her hand.

"It seems,This is the real room,Everything before was an illusion made by the spirit.,It can actually spy on people's deep memories.,If it weren't for my special situation.,I'm afraid I'll just release it.,But,Since I've broken its hallucination.,Come to think of it,Its power is not enough to affect me anymore.。

Over the years, Freya's perception of spirits is no longer what she used to be.

Even though spirits are difficult to entangle, it is easy to solve them with the right solution.

Thinking of this, she subconsciously touched the strange wooden staff behind her.

Although they are all hallucinations, there must be some of them that are real, and this wooden staff may be the mechanism that the illusion activates.

Now that the wooden staff is in hand, the purpose is halfway done.

Just as Freya turned to leave the strange laboratory where an unknown spirit was trapped, there was a sudden thump at her feet.

Because she found that next to her feet, I don't know when there was an extra black thick-shell book.

"Huh?"

Looking at the books on the ground, Freya frowned, and she looked around and said coldly.

"I know you have a certain amount of wisdom, do you think you want to do something with a sealed body? Dragging a liquefied wizard into an illusion is your limit. ”

Her voice echoed in the dilapidated laboratory.

After a long time, a faint cold wind mixed with the sound of 'click, click' slowly came from behind her.

Freya turned her head sharply, and suddenly saw a translucent figure slowly emerge in the darkness not far away.

It was a thin man, his pale skin seemed to be stretched as if there was no slack, almost dragging on the ground.

The two eyes had no whites, they were pitch black, and apart from the eyes, the man had no mouth or nose, and they were so white that they looked very strange.

Although she had been mentally prepared, it was the first time she had looked at something as strange as a spirit so directly.

Being watched by this strange figure, for a while, Freya's scalp was faintly numb.

"Stranger, I'm sorry for what just happened, but I'm also forced to do it." An unfamiliar hoarse voice appeared directly in Freya's head. "I used to be a wandering wizard in the Black Sea, and I came here for the same purpose as you, but I unfortunately fell, and was transformed into this form by an unknown force, if you help me, I will repay you well." R1152