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CHAPTER 39: Muddled Thoughts And Feelings
‘Galahad... Why did I call him that?’ Shia frowned immediately. She was caught by surprise as she spoke her words to Mage Silas earlier.
“You knew my answer all along, Galahad...”
Suddenly, a memory flashed in her mind, a memory that seemed to be coming not from her own but from the deepest corners of someone else’s mind.
‘Could it be... Freya?’
The memory came to Shia as if she was an outsider seeing everything that was happening around. A slim, fair girl with golden, flowing tresses was sitting amongst the court, looking downcast. The crowd murmured around as a group of serious-looking elders convened in one corner. Suddenly, the leader of the court pounded his large fist at the golden table.
“Silence! The Head Gods have decided. Now, we will deliver the verdict. For the crime of abetting the dark deeds of the Ancient Evil, Sirion de Luca, we pronounce you, Freya Leyla Ava, Goddess of Light, guilty of all charges. You will be st
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