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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Morrigan is busy toiling with the pouch that she had been embroidering. Frey hummed sweetly while doing Morrigan's hair. Morrigan abruptly halted her work thought of a reason so Frey won't bring her to the town. "Frey, I don't think this is a good idea." Morrigan turned her head towards Frey who is busy braiding one side of her hair. "Can I just stay behind as usual? I haven't finished the pouch I am embroidering, I can toil on it for the whole day." She showed her half-finished work to Frey in an attempt to let her stay behind. Frey clicked her tongue and straightened Morrigan's head, making her face ahead to the copper mirror on the wall. Frey went back to diligently do her hair, gathering her braided locks together.
"You've stayed inside for a year already and all you do is embroider, and learn flower arrangements. Today is a great time to stroll around the town. People will flock to the streets and everyone will be busy. No one will give you a double
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