It's so hard being a hero!

She reached out and gently touched the red marks left on Sofia's shoulder by the cloth straps.

"You don't need to wrap yourself up or restrict yourself. You are you, whether you are male or female."

Sophia looked down at her hands resting on her knees.

She fell silent.

"Alright, that's all I wanted to say?"

After saying that, Lyra stood up, walked to the wardrobe and started rummaging through it, pulling out a small box from the bottom.

Several sets of brand-new underwear were neatly folded inside.

"found it."

Leila picked up a white garment and held it up against Sofia.

"The size should be about right; I wore it when I was fifteen or sixteen."

Sophia glanced at it, and her face instantly turned red, the redness spreading from her cheeks to her ears.

"This...this is yours?"

"Yes, it grew too big to wear later, so I put it away."

Leila casually shoved the underwear into Sofia's hands.

"Come on, give it a try."

Sophia held the white lingerie, frozen as if struck by lightning.

Let her wear her own daughter's underwear? If word gets out, although no one else will know, she herself will.

"This...isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

"What's wrong with it? It's clean, and I haven't worn it since I washed it."

Sophia shook her head and stuffed her bra back in.

"This is yours, it doesn't fit me."

"What's inappropriate about it?"

Leila rolled her eyes and shoved it back.

"You're my sister, what's wrong with you wearing your older sister's old clothes?"

Sophia opened her mouth to retort, but found that she really couldn't say "I'm your father," and the expression on her face was extremely interesting.

Just as the two were locked in a stalemate, a slight magical fluctuation suddenly emanated from the room.

A thin crack appeared in the space in front of them, like an invisible eye opening in the air.

A brand new set of white girl's underwear fell out of the crack and landed squarely on Sofia's knees.

The fabric was even more exquisite than Leila's, with silver lace embroidered on the edges and small silver flower embroidery on the waist. It was clearly valuable and brand new.

Frey's calm voice came from the spatial rift.

"Don't wear your sister's old clothes anymore. I just bought a new set from the best lingerie store in the capital. It should fit."

Sofia was completely devastated.

"Teacher? You've always been here."

"It wasn't spying, it was showing concern."

Frey interrupted her, her tone remaining calm.

“I was afraid that Leila might hurt you because she was too careless. By the way, I already knew about you using cloth bandages, and I've been waiting for you to tell me.”

Sofia was embarrassed.

Leila paused for two seconds, then couldn't help but laugh.

"Thank you, Mom."

"You two continue, I won't disturb you any longer."

The spatial rift closed, and the magical fluctuations disappeared.

Sophia looked down at the brand-new underwear on her knees, her expression as if she were constipated.

"Wow, Mom has a good eye for choosing."

Leila picked up the lingerie and clicked her tongue in admiration.

She shoved the bra back into Sofia's hands and put her hands on her hips.

"Alright, now you have nothing to say? It's brand new, Mom bought it herself. Not wearing it would be disrespectful to her."

Sophia held the underwear, her facial muscles twitching several times, and took a deep breath.

"Okay, I'll wear it."

Chapter 23 was quite good.

Sofia slowly put on the bra, and the size was just right, as if it had been tailor-made.

She had to admit that it was infinitely more comfortable than that tight band of fabric.

"Hmm, not bad."

Leila looked Sophia up and down, nodded in satisfaction, then picked up the white dress and helped her put it on.

The clothes fit perfectly, with the waistline positioned at its narrowest point.

The silver lace trim shimmered softly under the magic light, and the pale blue gemstone at the waist swayed gently, refracting tiny sparkles.

After Leila helped her tie the thin belt around her waist, she took two steps back, looked her over again, and seemed somewhat dissatisfied.

"what happened?"

Sophia asked instinctively.

"Ah."

Leila stepped forward to help her straighten her clothes.

"I always feel like something's missing."

She tilted her head and thought for a moment, then her eyes lit up.

"Right, it's hair."

Sophia subconsciously touched her short silver hair.

What's wrong with your hair again?

"It's too short. Hair this short doesn't look right. It looks like a boy dressed as a girl."

Sofia didn't care.

"Short hair is fine, I'll just wear it for one day and then change back tomorrow."

"How can that be? If you're going to wear it, wear the whole outfit. Tomorrow is my investiture ceremony, you can't embarrass me."

Leila said with a serious expression.

"How about wearing a wig?"

However, as soon as she finished speaking, the room was filled with magical energy again.

A warm golden light drifted in from the window, enveloping Sophia like a soft ribbon.

Immediately afterwards, Sophia felt a tingling sensation on her scalp.

Then, her hair began to grow rapidly.

From the ears to the shoulders, from the shoulders to the back, from the back to the waist.

A few seconds later, the golden light dissipated, and Sophia now had waist-length silver hair.

Sophia was taken aback.

She reached out and touched her long hair that hung down to her chest; she knew someone had used magic to promote its growth.

At the same time, Frey's calm voice reached their ears.

"Your hair problem is solved, you're welcome."

Sofia's lips twitched slightly.

She thought to herself: Can't you provide some fire? Would you be happy if your husband wore women's clothing?

Leila immediately came closer, touching his silver hair, her eyes shining like stars.

"Mom is amazing, you look so beautiful, little girl, you look so good with long hair."

Excitedly, she picked up the mirror from the table and handed it to Sophia.

"See for yourself."

Sophia glanced at herself in the mirror and froze.

Her long, silver hair cascaded down her white dress, making her already beautiful face even more exquisite.

She stood there, like a newly blossoming jasmine flower.

She stared at it for several seconds, then silently put the mirror down.

The person in the mirror is both familiar and unfamiliar.

"Alright, stop spacing out."

Leila clapped her hands and then pulled out white stockings from the closet and handed them over.

"Put this on too."

Sofia took it and glanced at Leila again.

"You've really prepared everything perfectly!"

"Of course."

Leila proudly raised her chin and took out the pair of white high heels from the bottom of the gift box.