It's so hard being a hero!

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"Oh! No."

The two shook their heads.

This answer left Sofia dejected once again.

"but."

Della was about to say something.

Suddenly, another opening appeared in the space, and the sounds of two women arguing came from inside.

"Aren't you annoying? I've already said it, it was someone else who provoked me first. I didn't bully anyone. That guy Bedell asked for it. Who told him to harass me?"

"Laila, you're 16 years old already. Can you please stop causing me trouble? I've been cleaning up your messes all these years. Can't you give me a break?"

It was Frey's voice and that of another girl.

Sophia and the other two instinctively looked towards the crack.

Frey walked out with a tall, blonde girl in a school uniform.

This blonde girl, with her hair tied in a single ponytail and light blue eyes, exuded a masculine air despite being a girl.

She does bear a striking resemblance to Su Lan in the portrait.

Chapter 7 Could it be my seed?

The spatial rift had just closed when Lyra was still chattering on and on.

But when she glanced around and saw Sophia in the living room, she swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

Leila's eyes lit up immediately, as if she had seen something interesting.

"Mom, who is this little girl?"

Leila nudged Frey next to her with her elbow, her excitement barely concealed.

Before Frey could speak, Sophia reacted first.

She looked at Leila, her eyes a little dazed.

This blonde girl gave her an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

It felt strange; it wasn't the familiarity of someone you'd met before, but a deeper, almost instinctive sense of closeness.

"My new student."

Frey walked over to Sofia and placed her hand on her little head.

"Her name is Sophia. She has all-elemental affinity, just like me. I taught her in Kyle City."

"student?"

Leila looked her mother up and down, her tone one of utter disbelief.

"Oh? You're actually going to teach students? Didn't you say that taking on apprentices was too much trouble and that you'd never do it, even if you were beaten to death?"

Frey glanced at her sideways.

"If you have any objections to the Pope's orders, go talk to him."

"Huh? I'm not going. That old man is even more talkative than you. Every time we meet, he keeps nagging and insists that I go to the Holy See to become some kind of saintess. Forget it, I'm not going to that kind of boring place."

Leila waved her hand, turning her attention back to Sofia.

She bent down, placed her hands on her knees, and leaned closer to that delicate little face, her smile widening.

"Hehe, what an adorable little girl."

There was a sinister glint in Leila's eyes.

"This skin, this face, this small nose and eyes."

She reached out and pinched Sophia's cheek.

Sofia instinctively shrank back, but Lyra was much faster than she expected.

But before that hand could touch Sophia's face, it was stopped in mid-air by another hand.

"Don't touch me, you'll scare me."

Frey gripped Lyra's wrist expressionlessly.

"And you haven't washed your hands."

"I washed it."

"You didn't wash anything! You spent half a day fighting in the academy arena, do you think I'd believe that?"

Laila pursed her lips and withdrew her hand, but her eyes remained glued to Sophia.

"So, this little guy will be a regular visitor to our house from now on?"

Leila's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"That's it."

Frey nodded.

"Mom's students, aren't they similar to my sister?"

Sophia looked at the carefree girl in front of her and felt a little strange.

"Little girl, let me introduce myself. My name is Leila, and I'm your teacher's daughter, so I'm your senior."

Leila plopped down next to Sofia and, in a very familiar manner, put her arm around Sofia's shoulder.

"From now on, in the Delos Empire, just mention my name, Lyra, and no one will dare to mess with you."

Sophia looked at her expressionlessly.

Senior sister? Did I agree?

Also, why does it feel so natural for a girl to hug her?

"Laila, stay away from Sophia, don't pass on your bad habits to her."

Frey frowned and pulled Lyra's hand off Sofia's shoulder.

"Hey? Why are you being so protective of your own daughter? I'm your daughter too, okay? Never mind, I'm going to take a shower now."

Leila muttered a complaint, stood up, and before leaving, she turned back and winked at Sophia.

"Wait for me, little sister. After you take a bath, I'll show you around our house."

After saying that, he ran upstairs like a gust of wind.

The living room fell silent.

Millie and Della tactfully withdrew to prepare tea and refreshments, while Frey sat down opposite Sofia and rubbed her temples.

"Oh! I'm sorry you had to see this."

Frey sounded a little tired.

"This girl has been spoiled by me and her uncles and aunts."

Sophia shook her head.

"No, Miss Lyra is quite lively."

She racked her brains for a long time before finally finding a word that was relatively neutral.

lively?

No, that was just making a scene.

But for some reason, she had a strange fondness for Leila, which seemed inexplicable yet very real.

"lively?"

Frey gave a wry smile.

"You didn't see the trouble she caused. Today she broke the Fourth Prince's leg, last month she blew up the restricted section of the academy library, and the month before that she burned the beard of the Imperial Academy's chief instructor."

Sophia's lips twitched involuntarily as she listened to this string of "great achievements".

This girl is even more troublesome than her father was back then.

Wait a minute, who is her father again?

Sophia hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't help asking.

"Teacher, what kind of person is Miss Lyra's father?"

Frey paused, her gaze falling on the portrait on the wall, a hint of something unreadable in her eyes.

"A really jerk and a self-important guy."

You say your husband is a jerk?

Although she didn't really want Frey to marry someone else, wasn't it a bit much to say that her husband was a jerk in front of outsiders?

"He died. He killed himself."

Frey's tone was so calm that it didn't seem like she was talking about her husband.

"He's been dead for over ten years."