In the dark forest, there was a faint flicker of fluorescence.

The sound of the sea breeze was no longer audible, the bright ark was gone, and the dense forest seemed like another world. With the glow of the strange shrubs and mushrooms, Ivan walked deeper into the forest, even though he didn't know what it was.

Beneath their feet was a thick layer of dry leaves, without which the forest would have been even colder, and the cold would seep through the ground into the soles of their feet. The feeling of the soaking wet clothes clinging to the body is as if it is still soaked in the sea water in the middle of the night, and the only consolation is that there is no wind in the forest.

Nothing can be done.

Ivan only has an ice magic dagger on his body, and there is no way to keep warm, so if there is Aisha's fire attribute pistol at this time, he can make a fire...... He sighed helplessly. When he arrived at Arcatia City, he put his backpack in Freya's bracelet for fear that it would be difficult to explain if it was searched by the Feather Guards.

Freya's bracelet and his magic weapon may be in Daphne Shelling's hands, but it's useless to blame anyone now. First you have to find a way to survive, and then, you have to find Daphne...... Find Nail.

Daphne didn't jump off the boat just to distract Devonie so they could escape, right? Devonie's goal was Freya, and even if she had captured her, she wouldn't have killed her.

It's just "should".

The cold fog gradually thinned, and I don't know how long I walked, in short, in order not to be frozen. I had to keep moving my feet like this. The night sky overhead is almost entirely covered by lush foliage, the morning light is far from falling, and the road in front of you is always repeating the same scenery - shadowy trees and bushes.

"Ahem, ahem......"

Freya coughed with her mouth covered. She followed Ivan, not too far two or three paces away. Ivan had already figured out what she wanted to say. What else could she say now?

"I, that, ahem...... I...... I ......" she stumbled out a little sound.

Ivan stopped and looked at her expressionlessly. The current Queen Freya looked wolf-bèi, her long hair hanging wet and dangling. Clasp your hands in front of your chest. Like a frightened little animal. She stared at Ivan with an almost begging look, her mouth slightly open, and she stopped talking.

Ignoring her, Ivan took another step forward.

"Wait! You're hurt! Is it okay not to bandage it? I-"

"It's fine. Ivan replied, his tone a little cold.

Not mad at Freya.

Ivan knew in his heart that Freya's trust in Daphne could not be changed by him in a few words. It was impossible for her to accept the fact that her most trusted friend wanted to harm her. Probably Freya still hadn't figured out what was going on, she only remembered what happened before Nael strangled her unconscious, only remembered that Ivan had fought with Devonne, and then ...... And she fell into the sea.

Ivan didn't want to explain anything to Freya, so he walked on.

This time it was Freya who stopped.

"I'm going to save Na'er. She stood there and said with a shudder.

“...... What?" Ivan was stunned for a moment, then turned around in astonishment.

"I ...... Ahem, I'm going to save Na'er...... I'm going to find Devonie, I'm going to ...... Go get Na'er back!" Freya seemed to force herself to finish, "Although, I don't know why Daphne grabbed us...... No...... No, I actually ...... Actually, I know, but it shouldn't be possible! How could Daphne ...... Mother's ...... Should ......"

As much as she wanted to make it clear, Freya became more and more unclear, but one thing was for sure, this idiot didn't seem to know anything.

"Where are you going to find Devany Cherling?" asked Ivan, staring at her.

Freya was crying, crying very sadly. In the fluorescence, her face was full of crystal tears. She tilted her face and bit her lower lip tightly. At this moment, Ivan really couldn't help but be a little soft-hearted. A cold wind blew, suddenly lifting the branches and leaves overhead.

"I don't know...... I don't know where Daphne is now...... But...... "Freya lowered her hands sharply, "I said it to Na'er, so much...... So if it's excessive...... If, if Nell doesn't come back, I will, I'll never...... Let her, forgive me......"

Freya doesn't hate Na'er.

On the way to the city of Arcatia, two girls of different races live in a tent, chatting and laughing together, watching the cloudless clear sky and the sea of stars shining like pyroxene. Even today, Na'er still accompanies Freya, who is definitely not an emotionless person.

My heart clenched. Ivan couldn't be clearer that the so-called remorse is this feeling. Because of the awkwardness of the anger, as a result, those insincere words may become the final farewell. Can Freya handle ......it? Irretrievable regrets.

I don't want to let regrets happen anymore.

Even though Ivan had already come out of the shadows of the past and faced similar regrets again, he still couldn't control the pain in his heart.

"Do you know what Devany Sherling wants to do?" Ivan asked calmly, taking a deep breath, calming his mind.

Freya shook her head vigorously, her hands on her chest again, her brow furrowed. Then, she jerked her head to the side.

What the hell does she know......

Time passed silently.

Suddenly, Ivan looked up. I don't know when, between the cascading branches and leaves, there is a faint light of lilac and gentle light through. The clouds dispersed, and a thin glow of moon fell in the forest.

"There's an enchantment here?" Ivan was taken aback.

"Yes!"

Finally finding a topic to break the silence, Freya immediately replied, "Hmm...... The continent of Kadolisa is the same as the heavenly kingdom of Romesa, and from outside the barrier, we cannot see our land. If it weren't for the Guò Space Gate, it would have been impossible to reach the continent of Kadolissa. However, Yafir, you can actually see Romesa's barrier, you, you are a descendant of the Feather Clan...... Right?"

"I don't know. Ivan stared at the wonderful purple moonlight on the treetops, "My parents are both humans, and I don't know if my ancestors have feathered tribes. ”

"Hey...... Is that so? Your name is 'Yafil', I think, huh...... Something must have something to do with the Feather Clan!, because, because it's Romesa......" Freya fiddled with her hair a little awkwardly.

"My name is Ivan. Ivan said speechlessly.

He set his sights on Freya.

As she spoke, Freya took a step forward, and the moonlight shining through the treetops fell just enough on her long wet hair. For a moment, Ivan couldn't help but be in a trance for a second.

What color is that?

It is the deep gold dyed in the night, and then the pale and elegant purple, in short, there is an indescribable sense of magnificence and tranquility. Ivan's eyes widened, and he looked intently at the unique light on Freya's hair, which he had never seen even in a picture...... That peculiar color. Freya hung her head silently, twisting the ends of her hair over and over again, then loosening them.

"Mother's hair is a faint purple color, like the moon in Carolisa. ”

She let go of her hair, and then looked towards the treetops. As if remembering some beautiful and sad memories, Freya's face suddenly showed a melancholy smile like purple moonlight. She looked so seriously, as if her gaze had penetrated the layers of leaves, and in her clear eyes, there was a rare purple moon shadow.

"Mother's eyes are also blue-purple, just like the sky on this earth. My mother and I don't feel like anything else.

Ivan suddenly woke up from his trance.

"You mean—" His heart sank as if he understood something.

"Ivan Yafir. Freya looked back at Ivan, gently ruffled her long hair, and solemnly said Ivan's full name.

"I am not the biological daughter of Queen Judith Breeze. This is what I wanted to tell you about ......" (to be continued......