Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

But the wisdom of wandering for thousands of years told her: When you encounter something you don't understand, run as far away as possible!

The ability to bypass her formation, along with Freya's protective aura, means that the opponent is at least a legendary rank, or a demon lord who has not yet been defeated—it's not that she can't fight, but that she avoids fighting if possible.

If you can run, why risk your life, meow!

Anyway, their goal is definitely the Queen's position, which is a huge trap. Little Freya won't die, meow, but it's not certain if I get involved, meow!

While Freya was frantically struggling with the gold coin in her right hand, a cat's tail had already reached into her pocket, pulled out a new gold coin, and tossed it high into the air—

Goodbye, meow!

The next moment, Freya's arm disappeared, leaving her suspended in mid-air. Then, with a thud, she and the gold coin fell to the ground at the same time.

The catgirl and the cake cart have disappeared.

Freya stood there, stunned.

She knelt on the cold stone pavement, her hands supporting her on the ground, watching the gold coin roll into the ditch, her small shoulders trembling.

I'm completely lost now.

Mr. Felix is ​​completely unreliable... What should I do? What should I do?

It'll be almost half an hour. That guy will be back soon, and he'll find out I sneaked out...

Is this going to be the end of us?

Tears welled up in her eyes, which she tried desperately to hold back, but she couldn't suppress the fear that kept rising in her heart.

She recalled the feeling when she woke up in the morning and found that her body was out of control—she could move, but couldn't; she wanted to speak, but her mouth was saying other people's words; she was herself, but it felt like she wasn't herself anymore.

The feeling of being imprisoned inside one's own body, the despair of not even being able to cry.

Compared to that, being able to cry now is already a blessing.

"Waaah..."

She bit her lip, trying to swallow back her sobs, but tears welled up uncontrollably, sliding down her fair cheeks, gathering into a single drop on her chin, and then falling onto the stone pavement.

Her small body curled up into a ball, her shoulders trembling. She desperately wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, but the more she wiped, the more tears flowed, and the more intense the crying became. Finally, she simply gave up, buried her face in her knees, and sobbed.

"Waaaaah... I don't want to... Waaah... Why... Why me..."

The sunlight shone on her trembling back, on her messy pink short hair, and on her shoulder blades that were trembling from crying.

Small, pitiful, like an abandoned kitten.

"Ughh ...

She finally burst into tears, crying without any regard for her image, her face covered in snot and tears, so much so that passersby couldn't help but turn around, and she herself didn't even know what she was crying about.

Just then.

A voice rang out in front of me:

"That...that person just now, was he the legendary 'lover' Felix, the one who disappeared from the Holy Kingdom?"

Freya froze.

She suddenly looked up, and through her tear-filled eyes, she saw a white-haired girl standing in front of her.

With long, silvery-white hair, pale red eyes, and a face as delicate as a doll, she was looking down at me with a complex expression.

She was holding a paper bag filled with cut cakes in both hands, looking puzzled.

Freya's crying stopped abruptly:

Isn't this... Sylvia's sister?

Got it!

Could she have already recognized me?

Freya subconsciously lowered her head to avoid letting the other person see her face—as a member of the royal family, she had seen this girl, who was about the same age as her, countless times at banquets and had gotten along very well with her—the girl was beautiful, kind, and devout, and was sought after by many nobles. Most importantly, she had parents who loved her.

This made Freya jealous for a time.

Although she managed to revert to her childhood appearance through a deal with the King of the Sky and the Wind, and even cut her hair short and changed her clothes, making it difficult for ordinary people to contact the missing princess, she still couldn't resist the constant staring of acquaintances!

"Um... are you listening?" Sylvia tilted her head. "What's your relationship with that person from earlier...?"

"You've mistaken her for someone else! It's not her! I'm not close to her!" Freya immediately denied it three times in a row.

"That's good." Sylvia smiled.

One of Felix's many powers, according to legend, is the Flying Coin. By tossing a coin into the air, Felix can use a speed force beyond the reach of even the gods before it falls, allowing him to arrive at almost any corner of the world in an instant.

If this philandering cat in front of you has a good relationship with that legend... then you're in trouble.

That's good?

What do you mean, "that's good"?

Freya didn't understand and instinctively prepared to look up, but the next moment—

My thoughts suddenly became sluggish, like a rusty spring, and my arms felt as heavy as lead!

This is... a puppet demon?!

No, that's not right!

If it were this high-ranking demon, under the blessing ritual of a legendary kingdom, it wouldn't be able to get close to or even notice me!

It's the puppet's embers!

Someone secretly attacked it and used it on themselves!

who is it!

Freya struggled to lift her head and met Sylvia's eyes.

What kind of eyes were those?

The irises, which were originally pale pink, now seemed to have been drained of all warmth, leaving only a cold scarlet burning deep within the pupils.

No, that wasn't burning; it was just embers left after the fire had died down.

His pupils lost focus, reflecting Freya's terrified face in a hollow way, devoid of any emotion, like two bottomless wells of blood.

A slight smile played on her lips.

The smile was faint and light, as if it was a facade maintained with all one's might—but because it was so forceful, it appeared distorted and broken, as if it would shatter into pieces at any moment.

Sunlight shone from behind her, gilding her long, silvery-white hair with a golden edge, but her face remained in shadow.

"Eek!"

Freya trembled with fear at that smile.

Sylvia looked at Freya, who was struggling, and spoke slowly, her voice soft and gentle, as if she were talking to herself:

“Mr. Mambo clearly said that he has never been inside anyone else’s body except for me.”

"He clearly promised me that if he wanted to sleep with someone else, he should have told me beforehand..."

"Obviously..."

"Liars, they're all liars!"

"Mambo is a liar! You're a liar too!"

The voice suddenly rose in pitch, startling Freya so much that she trembled all over.

It’s over.

This woman seems to have gone mad.

…………

strangeness.

Why would I say these things?

I feel like my brain has gone mad—it went mad the moment I heard the word "Mambo" come out of her mouth.

My thoughts are a jumbled mess, yet I do things incredibly quickly; even though my subconscious senses something is wrong, I insist that what I'm doing is the right thing to do.

"I must be sick," Sylvia thought to herself.

Why should I lay a hand on this horny, philandering cat? She's someone Mr. Mambo is grooming; if I bully her like this, Mr. Mambo will definitely be furious when he finds out.

Ah... I don't know why, but my mind is already filled with mambo...

It shouldn't be like this, but as a senior, isn't it normal for a senior to educate a junior?

I didn't intend to kill her, I was just trying to scare her.

Correct!

I was just trying to scare her.

Thinking this, Sylvia drew her sword completely, and the black flames of the burning punishment unknowingly attached themselves to the sword.

Freya belongs to Mr. Mambo.

If she were to die by his own sword, Mr. Mambo would be heartbroken, wouldn't he? He would probably blame himself, wouldn't he?

I don't want to be blamed.

Then we have no choice but to—

"Kill me, then kill yourself!"

Sylvia finally had a sudden realization.

Freya: "...Am I going to die too?"

"Correct!"

With a thud, the Sword of Benevolence plunged into Freya's head, severing a strand of pink hair. The blade embedded itself in the stone slab, sending sparks flying!

The black flames on the sword licked the air, making a sizzling sound, and a wave of heat hit her face, causing Freya's pupils to suddenly contract.

She had no time to think, no time to be afraid; her body reacted faster than her mind—she grabbed the silver brooch from her collar with her left hand, clenched her right fist, and pierced her palm with the sharp needle tip!

Intense pain shot through my body like lightning, the sluggish feeling vanished instantly, and my thoughts became clear again.