Freya stood in the middle of the study, took a deep breath, and then clenched her fists with a solemn face. ⊙，.2+3wx.

"Hmm...... Hide it......" she said to herself with barely moving her lips, "If you hide it, my study, where can I hide it......"

The bookshelves clinged to the curved walls, and there seemed to be no one hiding under the table, and Freya paced impatiently around the table as she thought. Since there is no place to hide in the study, it is okay to hide in the living room outside the door, right?

"Really, why should I hide it, and why didn't Sannie hide it when she was in the study?" "Freya couldn't help but frown, and folded her arms and muttered, "What the hell is that guy thinking about ...... Yafil?"

She lifted her hand, tugged at her veil, and walked briskly out of the study. On the wall facing the door of the study hung a round mirror with a gold frame, and Freya walked over to it and examined her appearance.

The veil completely covered the top half of her face, and she pursed her lips, feeling that she was not much different from Sunny. As for the hair, it is covered by the reflection of the headdress, and the shine of the hair strands is not obvious.

"Isn't that okay?" she pouted, "Anyway, pretending to be Sunny, I'll just sit in the study and read with my head down, okay, it doesn't matter if you are careful when you talk......, right?"

Until now, I still have a lot of expectations for that old friend.

There are some words, I don't know how to express them, it's like a lot of questions in my heart, I can't ask them. Freya didn't know exactly what was going on on Daphne's ark, and wasn't sure if she really wanted to figure it out. One qiē has changed, and one qiē doesn't seem to have changed, how can I express that mood so that my human friends who have only known each other for more than two months can understand it? Freya bit her lower lip. Looking at the hazy face in the mirror, the bright blue of the eyes can still be seen through the white veil. Freya, who is neither a descendant of the Wind Spirit nor the Snow Spirit Family, is here now?

"Mother's ......"

I don't want to face such doubts.

In my long memory, when Judith Wind Spirit took her hand, everything seemed to be doomed. Decades later, Judith's gentle smiling face when they first met has become blurred. Even if you desperately reminisce, you can't find anything other than warmth. For decades, Freya has persistently trusted the Wind Spirit who adopted her, and as long as it is arranged by her, she can go down any path, even if it is to inherit the throne, even if it is to travel alone to a strange continent.

Never thought it would be like this.

I set foot on the way home, but I couldn't return to my familiar home, and Ivan and Na'er didn't understand it at all. When she opened her eyes and saw the strange underground prison, she felt so scared. She is not Judith's biological daughter, she knows this very well, it is because she knows too well that she blindly wants to escape!

Is it because my mother doesn't want her anymore?

Why didn't my mother suddenly want her?

Mother, do you really don't want her anymore? Even important friends have betrayed her, and Freya wants to keep herself convinced that Devany is on her side. However, a qiē has become very confusing. What she believed had never been so close to collapse as it was now. Could it be that the memory of the past is just a lie about the struggle for power as recorded in the book, and if so, what kind of person should she become?

...... It's like falling into the abyss, human friend, it's impossible to understand. It's awkward or something. Perhaps it is to hide this feeling of impossibility. The familiar world is like a dream about to wake up, do people in the dream have the courage to go through the illusion and see the reality?

"I want to know Daphne, and Mother...... Real thoughts. Freya said softly to herself. Unconsciously press your hands to your chest.

The two most important people in her memory, always looking at her mother lovingly, a little stern when teaching, but usually very gentle Devonie, under their gaze blessing and companionship, Freya saw that the road in front of her was smooth. But the paved road had been interrupted by the time of the city of Arcatia. Freya raised her hand and stroked her right shoulder, and the pain of the poisoned arrow became clear again.

Is this what Mother wants her to experience?

"You go to the Paran Continent to study. Did she misunderstand the meaning of that sentence?

If she hadn't been to the Palan continent and hadn't met those strange and special humans, she might not have been able to react at all to today's situation. Freya standing here today is not the same as before, even if others don't admit it, even if she is still confused sometimes...... What she went through was absolutely not in vain.

Devonie, Mother, and Ivan and Nael.

I want to see the truth.

It's not written in any book, it's hers, it's true.

"Huh?"

The underside of the palm seems to light up. I don't know when Freya has pressed her hands on the table, staring at her image in the mirror with earnestness. She jerked her hand back, and the light vanished as if it had never existed.

"Ahh

Without even thinking about it, she pulled open the drawer under the table and screamed.

"Why, how are you here?"

The drawer is lined with a thick layer of dark blue velvet, and above it is a white sapphire-encrusted box, and in the center of the box is a rose carved from crystal.

Freya had only seen the box for the first time more than two months ago, and she was holding it in her mother's hand. She reached out with trepidation, carefully touching the box as if it were a sleeping viper, and then lifted the lid as fast as she could. The elegant, clear and unique ornament lies peacefully in the center of the box, just like the day the mother took it out of the box.

"White Rose Crown ......"

Handed down from the ancient Romesa period, the crown of the Queen of the Feather Clan.

There is only one blooming white rose in the crown, of unknown material, which is supposed to be some unknown white gem.

This lifelike flower is complemented by verdant metallic vines, punctuated with roses with a glowing green sheen.

As if bewitched by the crown she had once wore, Freya slowly stretched out her hands and lifted the crown. It wasn't very luxurious, and it wasn't what she liked, but when her mother handed her the crown, her always kind smile suddenly became solemn, and when she took it, she became relieved.

As if in a dream, Freya took off Sunny from her headdress and veil.

Putting aside the cover-up, it was Freya Windling's original face in the mirror, and with a gentle flick of her long silky hair, she put the crown back on her head. She had told her mother that she didn't like this kind of headgear that would button her hair, and even if it was a crown, she didn't want to wear it all the time. Mother smiled and said, "One day you'll need it." ”

Freya still didn't think she needed the crown, she wanted the Divine Wings more than the crown. It is also a proof of the queen's identity, the Divine Wings are more beautiful and practical than the White Rose Crown, and besides, this does not seem to be a thing with magical powers, just a relic of the Royal Family of Romesa, just a symbol.

"I am ......"

Freya stood up straight, staring intently at her face and the crown above her head. After wearing the crown, she does look more like a queen anyway.

Mother's instructions faintly sounded in my ears again.

――You go to the Paran continent to study, and then become a ...... who can bring back the past for us The real Queen of Romesa. (Do you want to know more exciting news about "Magic Alliance"?Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign in the upper right corner, select Add Friends to add the official account, search for "zhongwenwang", pay attention to the official account, and never miss every update!) (To be continued......)