It's so hard being a hero!

Frey paused for a moment, then looked down at her hands.

She fell silent, her voice trembling slightly, as if talking to herself.

"You still remember?"

Sophia's heart softened at her reaction, and she reached out and gently squeezed the hand that was still on her head.

"I remember everything."

She spoke softly, but every word was spoken with earnestness.

The meeting between the two seemed quite calm, since they had met before but hadn't directly revealed their identities.

Both sides were playing their own roles previously.

As she spoke, Frey suddenly climbed onto the bed and beckoned to Sophia with her finger.

"Hey! Now that you're back, what about what you owe me?"

Sophia immediately put on a mournful face.

"If I were a real man, I would have done it to you long ago. I wouldn't need you reminding me. It's just that that function isn't available now."

This made Frey laugh.

"I don't care. You're my husband. Even if your appearance changes or your gender changes, how can our relationship change?"

Sophia rolled her eyes, then said seriously, "That's not right, we're not officially married yet, so it doesn't count."

Frey's anger immediately subsided. She raised her hand and grabbed Sofia, pulling her close. Then, with a swift movement, she flipped over and pinned Sofia beneath her.

"What, you trying to renege on your debt?"

Sophia felt a little embarrassed.

"No, never mind, whatever you want, I'll go with you tonight."

Frey chuckled, but then released Sophia.

"Forget it, even if I come back, I'm not interested in little girls. Let her grow up a bit more, otherwise I'll feel guilty."

Sophia smiled, and the two started chatting.

This time we'll talk without any reservations.

However, Sophia's words were full of complaints, such as having an extra daughter out of nowhere, and being born with the evil god.

Everything else is fine, but this is the one thing she can't accept.

“But Frey, the day I came out, she called me Dad.”

Sophia suddenly said something.

These words caused Frey to struggle with her feelings for a moment, and then she sighed.

"I know she's innocent. But what about Layla? When do you plan to reunite with her?"

Sofia is having a bit of a headache.

"Let's wait a bit longer, at least until the matter with the demons is over. It's uncertain whether she'll accept it if we tell her now."

Frey had no objection.

The two then fell asleep in each other's arms, which was the most peaceful night they had ever had.

Chapter 126 Each Person's Stance

Sofia slept very soundly all night.

I didn't dream all night, nor was I startled awake, and I didn't even change my sleeping position much.

She nestled in Frey's arms, sleeping soundly like a kitten that had found its nest.

When she opened her eyes again, it was already broad daylight outside.

The morning sunlight streamed through the window lattice, casting a warm, dappled pattern on the bed.

A faint floral scent wafted in the air, it was hard to tell if it was something Frey naturally carried or if some kind of fragrance had been used to scent the room.

Sophia blinked, and the scenery in front of her slowly became clear.

Then she realized that she was resting her head on Frey's arm, while Frey's other hand was on her waist, a position that was a little too intimate.

She was stunned for a moment, then remembered what happened last night, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up.

"woke up?"

Frey's voice came from above her head, with a slightly hoarse and languid quality, like someone who had just woken up.

Sophia looked up and saw Frey looking down at her, her amber eyes still a little sleepy, but a smile was already on her lips.

"Ah."

Sophia responded, but didn't rush to get up. Instead, she snuggled closer to her, finding a more comfortable position.

Frey was slightly taken aback by her action, then chuckled softly, tightening her arms around her and pulling her closer.

Sophia laughed and said, "You're more clingy in this life than in your last."

"You didn't give me a chance to be affectionate in my past life either, all you did was argue with me all the time."

Frey was taken aback by her words, but after thinking about it carefully, she realized that it made perfect sense.

Back then, they were both young and impetuous. One thought she was a savior, fearless and invincible, while the other thought she was a genius magician, looking down on everyone. The two would fight whenever they met, neither willing to give in to the other.

Later, their relationship finally improved and they were able to get together. But by then, Su Lan was already the Holy Son of the Holy See and the Grand Duke of the Empire. He was so busy that he barely had time to rest. How could he possibly have any time to be together?

And that was the end of it.

Frey lowered her head and looked at the silver-haired little girl in her arms. The turbulent memories in her heart were gradually suppressed and replaced by a sense of peace that was hard to describe.

It's good that he's back.

Nothing else matters anymore.

"Alright, it's time to get up. This isn't home, it's the front line." Frey gently patted her back.

“You’re not the Grand Duke you used to be. You’re just a fourteen-year-old girl now, and you still have to go out and meet people later.”

Upon hearing this, Sophia reluctantly crawled out of her arms, sat up, and rubbed her eyes.

She glanced down at the clothes she was wearing all day; they were wrinkled and covered in dust from her journey, and she couldn't help but sigh.

"I didn't bring any change of clothes."

"I have some here."

Frey had already gotten out of bed. She walked to the wardrobe in the corner, rummaged around for a while, and then took out a set of neatly folded clothes and handed it to her.

"I made this for you in advance. I was planning to send it to you when I had the chance, but I forgot. You can wear it for now."

Sophia took the clothes and unfolded them. It was a set of light and practical dark gray clothes. The style looked simple and neat, not flashy at all, but the material felt very comfortable to the touch, and it also had a faint magic pattern that could prevent dust and water.

She glanced up at Frey, who was making the bed with her back to her, her movements looking very casual and natural, as if she had done it countless times before.

Sophia looked down at the clothes in her hands, and that warm feeling welled up inside her again.

She didn't say anything sentimental; she simply took off her old clothes and put on new ones.

The size is just right.

It's just like it was tailor-made.

As she was fastening her belt, Frey turned around, holding a silver comb, and walked up behind her.

"Sit down."

Sophia obediently sat down on the edge of the bed, and Frey stood behind her, picked up a comb, and began to comb her long silver hair.

Her movements were very light and slow, combing her hair strand by strand, as if she were doing something that required a great deal of patience and gentleness.

Sophia sat quietly, feeling the comb teeth passing through her hair, and suddenly felt that she had seen this scene somewhere before.

She remembered.

Several years ago, on the morning of Leila's investiture, Frey combed her hair in the same way she does now.

At that time, she had not yet recognized Frey. There was still a layer of unspoken understanding between them that neither of them wanted to break. She sat in front of the mirror, feeling both nervous and awkward.

It's different now.

Now she knows who Frey is, and Frey knows who she is; they no longer need to act.

"All right."

Frey put down the comb in her hand, took two steps back, looked her over, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Yes, you look much more energetic."

Sofia stood up, stretched her shoulders, and then turned to look at Frey.

"I'm going to the battlefield with Lyra today."

Frey paused slightly upon hearing this.

She put down the comb, her gaze falling on Sophia's face, her eyes filled with a hint of inquiry.

"You're planning to join the Knights of Dawn?"

"Ah."

Sophia nodded and said calmly, "I joined as a supporter, not as part of their official staff. I just want to stay by Leila's side and help her share some of the pressure."

Frey was silent for a few seconds, and instead of immediately objecting, she asked a question she had always wanted to ask.

"Didn't you say before that killing would only fuel the power of desire and provide Lilith with strength? Why don't you follow that rule when it comes to the demons?"

Sophia listened, thought for a moment, then looked at Frey very seriously and said something.

"The demons are different."

"What's different?"

“The demon race is different from other races. From the moment they were created, they were inherently evil and aggressive.”

Sophia's tone was very serious.