blueteamnovel Chapter 737: Chapter 737 - Dissidia’s New Era (Full-Length)
Chapter 737: Chapter 737 - Dissidia’s New Era (Full-Length)
Chapter 737: Chapter 737 - Dissidia’s New Era (Full-Length)
"Freya... is this girl in the photo... you?"
Leon tilted his head slightly as he asked.
Freya blinked, then let out a small laugh. "Yes... that's me. Why? Were you captivated by my cuteness as a kid, huh?"
Lily, standing between them, gave both of them a flat look.
Leon didn't laugh. His expression remained thoughtful, and he murmured softly, "Are you..."
His words trailed off.
Freya took a step closer, crossing her arms. "What? What are you trying to say?"
Leon's gaze finally lifted to meet hers. "Are you... the rich little girl..."
Freya raised a brow. "Yes, I've been rich since I was a kid. What's your point?"
Leon shook his head. "You're the rich little girl who was... annoying."
Freya blinked in shock. "What?!"
Leon took a step back. "Yes... you're the annoying little rich girl who always tried to play with the other kids at the park."
"Say that again!"
"You told everyone your name was Freda back then!" Leon continued. "But now I realize... you weren't Freda. You're Freya. So, what's your real name?"
"Say that again."
"You were bossy, annoying, and you always tried to order the other kids around."
"Annoying? Seriously? That's your impression of me?!" She stomped her foot and took another step closer, glaring up at him. "You should be grateful that you finally get to reunite with your wonderful, rich childhood friend! Doesn't this bring back precious memories for you?"
"No. What I remember is you being annoying. That's the impression I had. You were bossy and stubborn."
"Leon... this is my house. You're not going to get away from my wrath this time!"
Leon's grin widened as he took a step back. "Oh? Still want to try?"
Without another word, Freya lunged at him, and Leon immediately spun on his heel and took off running, laughing as she chased after him through the house.
"Leon! Come back here! You're going to regret this!" Freya shouted.
Lily stood silently, watching the two of them chase each other around the sofa.@@@@
Freya had grabbed several cushions from the couch, throwing them at Leon with full force, not holding back at all. The pillows sailed through the air, barely missing him as he darted around the furniture.
When Leon ran past a decorative vase precariously perched on a side table, Freya hesitated, lowering her arm to avoid knocking it over. But once he was clear of the fragile item, she resumed her attack, continuing to throw pillows at him despite not landing a single hit.
"Leon!" Freya yelled, still chasing him. "You won't escape my wrath this time! I can order everyone in this house to catch you if I want!"
Leon glanced back over his shoulder, grinning.
"See? This is exactly how you were when we were kids, Freya! Bossy and ordering people around!"
"That's not true! I was cute! Kind! And friendly to everyone! You're just refusing to admit it!" She huffed, grabbing another pillow. "Leon, you have to acknowledge that I was a delight to be around. If not, you're not leaving this house in one piece!"
blacksmith quest.
Time was running out.
He knew he couldn't delay his journey to the West Continent much longer. But before leaving, he had resolved to spend the next week finalizing his golem designs.
Later that evening, Broken walked through the halls of the royal castle, heading toward
Alora's room. Now that she had officially moved into the main castle, her quarters were far
more lavish, fit for a queen.
As Broken entered, he saw Alora sitting in the middle of the room, her gaze lighting up the
moment she spotted him.
The girl stood up gracefully and smiled. "Hi, My King."
Broken couldn't help but smile as he walked toward her. When they met halfway, she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into
They stayed like that for a long moment.
warm embrace.
For Broken, moments like these were precious-a chance to release the weight of his exhaustion, even if just for a little while. He had spent countless hours in the workshop, pushing himself to the limit. But here, in Alora's arms, he allowed himself to breathe.
When they finally pulled back, Alora looked up at him.
"We're holding the official ceremony for our marriage in one week," she said softly. "Everything is prepared, and the announcement will be made soon. People will call you King Broken-the first player in Immortal Legacy to become a king."
She smiled, tapping his shoulder and chest, which still had traces of soot and dust from his blacksmithing work.
"Your reputation has already spread across Dissidia. Everything will go smoothly. There's nothing to worry about."
Broken reached out, gently taking both of her hands in his. His gaze softened as he said.
"You don't have to worry about me. I'm not afraid of anything. I'll face any challenge with open arms."
"I knew you'd say that. You always do."
She stepped closer, wrapping her arms around him once more. Broken leaned down, gently stroking her hair, his fingers weaving through the strands.
Alora grew up surrounded by rejection, constantly facing prejudice for being half-human,
half-elf. It had shaped her into someone who carried the weight of being an outsider, always navigating the fine line between two worlds.
This experience was why she couldn't shake the concern that haunted her thoughts about Broken-a player who now held such a prominent place in her life.
No matter how much they achieved, players would always be seen as outsiders by the people
of Yunatea. And for a player to hold an important position of power? That was something many would find difficult-if not impossible to accept.
"My priority is you." His voice was soft, steady, and sincere.
Alora closed her eyes, resting her head against his chest, holding him tightly.
"And I'll always be by your side," she whispered.
In that quiet moment, all the noise of the outside world seemed to fade away, leaving just the
two of them in their own little sanctuary.