It's so hard being a hero!

In her vision, Sofia seemed to have become a different person, a blond boy.

A person's appearance is often related to their soul. Sophia and Su Lan share the same soul, so they looked very similar when they were young.

While others hadn't seen Su Lan as a child, Victor knew it all clearly.

His gaze was so direct that Sophia almost thought he recognized her.

"Hey, Uncle Vic, what are you staring at that little girl for?"

Lyra's voice broke the delicate silence from the ring.

Lyra had already sheathed her greatsword, braced herself on the edge of the arena with both hands, and jumped down with a somersault, her golden ponytail drawing an arc in the air.

After landing, she walked quickly toward Sophia, her face filled with undisguised excitement.

"Little girl, you've finally arrived."

Leila ran up to Sophia with a grin, and without saying a word, she reached out and pinched Sophia's cheek, pulling it left and right.

"It's been five years, why are you still dressed like this?"

Leila looked Sophia up and down, her tone full of disdain.

"Look at you, dressed like a boy. Can't you wear girls' clothes for your older sister to see even once? I've told all my friends that I have a super cute younger sister, but you always dress like this. It makes me so embarrassed."

Sophia's cheek stung from the pulling, and she mumbled a reply.

"This is women's clothing! Women's coat, women's trousers, women's ankle boots, how isn't it women's clothing?"

"You call this women's clothing?"

Leila released her grip, put her hands on her hips, and looked incredulous.

"The women's clothing I'm talking about is a skirt! You know what a skirt is, right? The kind that looks really nice when it flows."

"Float up?"

Sophia looked at her crazy daughter with utter exasperation.

"And then you'll see your underwear?"

"Why are you exposing yourself when you're only twelve years old?"

Leila rolled her eyes.

"Besides, even if I were exposed, no one would be looking."

Sofia's lips twitched slightly.

Just as Lyra was still nagging about Sophia's fashion sense, Vic had already walked up to her.

He stood behind Leila, his gaze still fixed on Sofia, the scrutinizing look undiminished.

Vic glanced at the others in the stands and noticed that the old guys like Shirina, Gideon, and Lynch all had some kind of inexplicable expression on their faces.

They all seemed to be wondering about something.

"Leila."

Vic interrupted Lyra's long-winded explanation.

"Ok?"

Lyra turned her head and noticed that Vic had already walked up to her.

Who is this?

Vic's gaze fell on Sophia, his tone seemingly casual, but Sophia could tell that he was testing her.

"Oh, her."

Leila put her arm around Sofia's shoulder, the movement as natural as if she were embracing her own younger sister.

"Her name is Sophia. She is my mother's student, which means she is my junior."

Leila paused, then grinned.

"But I think she's more like my sister."

"Sofia?"

Vic repeated the name, his brow furrowing slightly.

His gaze lingered on Sofia's face for a long time, as if he were comparing something.

Sophia felt uneasy under his gaze, but maintained a polite smile.

"Hello, Uncle Vic."

She took the initiative to greet him, her voice clear and bright, with the unique clarity of a twelve-year-old girl.

When Vic heard this address, he paused for a moment, then a slow smile crept onto his lips.

"What did you call me?"

"Uncle Vic."

Sophia blinked, her face full of innocence.

"My teacher told me that you are her good friend, so I should call you uncle."

Vic stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed.

There was something indescribable about that smile.

"Yes, calling him uncle is also correct."

He nodded, but his pale gold eyes still held a scrutinizing quality.

"Little girl, how old are you?"

"Twelve years old."

"Twelve years old."

Vic repeated it to himself, his eyes flickering slightly.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to ask something, but was interrupted by Frey's voice.

"Alright, alright, stop standing here."

Frey walked down from the stands and clapped her hands.

"Let's all come inside and talk."

She glanced at Lyra.

"Especially you, you're all sweaty, go take a shower and change your clothes first."

"I know, I know."

Leila responded, but her hand remained on Sofia's shoulder, showing no intention of letting go.

"Little girl, let's go."

Lyra Sofia walked towards the castle.

Vic stood there, watching the two leave, his smile slowly fading.

Leila led Sofia to her own room.

Sophia has been to this room several times, but every time she comes, she wants to complain that it doesn't feel like a woman's room.

Four words, a jumbled mess.

Sofia always wanted to say: Can't you tidy up a bit?

But then I thought about it again, and realized I didn't seem to have the right to judge others.

After entering the room, Leila suddenly smiled mysteriously, then quickly walked to the wardrobe, opened the door, and began rummaging through it.

Sophia stood at the door, a sense of foreboding creeping into her heart.

"Ta-da...Found it."

Leila smiled and took an exquisite gift box from the cabinet, holding it with both hands as she walked up to Sophia, a dangerous glint in her eyes.

"Open it and take a look."

Sofia looked at the gift box, then at Layla's face which seemed to say "Open it quickly, open it quickly," hesitated for a moment, and then reached out and lifted the lid.

The moment the gift box was opened, Sofia's expression froze.

Inside, a white evening gown was neatly folded.

The dress is white with silver lace trim, adorned with a few pale blue gemstones at the waist, and decorated with delicate dark patterns on the hem.

From the fabric to the workmanship, the entire dress is clearly very expensive.

The bottom of the gift box contained a pair of white high heels with heels about six centimeters high and tiny gemstones inlaid on the surface.

Sophia's expression instantly fell.

She slammed the lid shut and ran out.

"Stop right there."

With lightning speed, Leila grabbed Sophia by the back of her collar and lifted her back like a chick.

"Why are you running away? I haven't finished speaking yet."

"What did you say?"

Sofia struggled a couple of times, but Leila's hands were like iron clamps, and she couldn't break free at all.

What's going on with this skirt?

"What? What happened?"

Leila pressed Sophia down to sit on the edge of the bed, put her hands on her hips, and looked down at her.

"This was custom-made for you, and it cost me quite a few gold coins to fit your figure."

Sophia looked up at her, her lips twitching.

When did you measure my body?

"Dosage?"