Book 8: Chapter 33
“Hnng…”
After some time had passed, Freya slowly opened her eyes. There was nothing around, but candles used at sunset. In front of her was a stone wall of an ordinary room. She had a faint fragrant on her. She was covered with a soft piece of cloth. She sat up at a lost for what to do. She looked at the flame on the candle on the bedside table.
It was as though nothing happened. Actually, not even she knew what happened. It wasn’t until a while later when she slowly regained her conscious that she figured out what happened.
‘I should be naked in a rubbish bin right now. How am I here?’
She shook her head and tossed those problems to the back of her mind. Enraged, she clenched her teeth as she felt angry at herself for falling for such a sinister plot. She fell for it as soon as she saw this. If she had kept calm then this wouldn’t have happened.
She had to hurry back now. Her brother was in trouble. Big trouble. There was the Valkyries’ box. Her secret activities were discovered. Only one Valkyrie knew what she was investigating, and that was Alice. Frankly, she didn’t interact much with Alice, and she admittedly never suspected her. But if she was the mastermind then her brother was in danger. If Alice attacked him when he was weak on a full-moon night, then there she basically had a free kill.
‘I have to head back. I have to head back to save my brother. He’s my only family in this world, though technically speaking, he isn’t my family member. He’s the only person who treats me nicely in the entire world. When I was living in the world where I was treated as a tool and a toy, he was the only one who brought me honey cherry tomatoes.’
‘I thought it was just a deal at first, but my brother genuinely treated me well as if I’m his biological sister. I’ve forgotten when I started genuinely working for the royal family. All I wanted was to give her best for my brother’s smile. All that I wanted was my brother’s praise.’
‘I will never forget the warmth of my brother’s palm transferred to my head, and the warmth that touched my heart. I’m willing to give up anything for my brother. I don’t care in the least if anything was done to me just now. All that’s on my mind is rushing back to her brother’s side. If death was what awaits me, then I want to die holding my brother’s hand tightly.’