Chapter 72: Ice Snow Queen Freya [4200‑word Grand Chapter, Must‑Read!!]

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A pleasant voice rang out, and a thunderous clatter of hooves came rushing.

Fulade turned and saw a striking figure steering a frightened carriage, careening wildly toward him.

In desperation, the woman tugged hard on the reins, but the carriage's wild lurch flung her into the air.

Seeing this, Fulade flashed aside, dodged the carriage, and caught the woman in his arms, averting disaster.

Looking at the frightened woman in his arms, Fulade only then noticed a tiny baby cradled in her lap.

"Absurd," Fulade frowned instinctively.

He examined the woman again.

The woman had chestnut‑red hair, a slender, tall figure, quite lofty, dressed in a white, cinched‑waist gown that accentuated her narrow waist.

At that moment, her fair, delicate face showed a hint of pallor.

When he saw her features clearly, Fulade's gaze hardened, and when he looked again at the child, a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

"C‑Can you let go of me?" a faintly shy, cool voice sounded.

Regaining his senses, Fulade looked at the woman in his arms; her face was flushed, and she met his gaze with a shy, flustered expression.

Noticing her unnatural arching, Fulade realized his palm was resting on her pert rear.

Seeing this, he instinctively squeezed again, then pretended nothing happened and gently set her down.

"Madam, are you all right?" Fulade, with gentlemanly courtesy, protected her and asked kindly.

This immediately dispelled the woman's lingering doubt that Fulade's earlier squeeze might have been a deliberate advance.

"I'm fine, thank you for saving me and the child just now,"

"It really scared me to death; I have no idea why the horse got startled all of a sudden,"

The woman, still trembling, patted her swollen chest, causing a brief commotion; it was clear she was still in lactation.

Fulade ignored the seductive scene and said to the woman:

"My name is Fulade. How should I address you, beautiful lady?"

"Hello, you may call me Freya, and this is my daughter Elsa," the woman replied warmly.

Hearing her introduction, Fulade became more certain of his conjecture.

The future Ice Snow Queen, Freya.

The future ruler of the northern ice‑snow realm.

She is also currently the ruler of the Allen Dale Kingdom, sister of Queen Ravenna.

And Ravenna is that powerful witch who, hidden in the shadows, uses a puppet legion to spy on the Centaur's secret realm.

Who could have imagined that a queen of a nation could secretly be a witch?

But to Fulade, this witch was no stranger.

Perhaps many are unfamiliar with the name Ravenna, but there is a line everyone knows by heart.

It is: "Magic Mirror, Magic Mirror, tell me, who is the most beautiful woman in the world?"

The controller of the Magic Mirror, the future wicked stepmother of Snow White.

Fulade glanced at the child in his arms and said to Freya, "What a cute child. Where is her father, why isn't he with you?"

Faced with Fulade's kind question, Freya's expression darkened, she forced a faint smile, and gave no answer.

Seeing this, Fulade merely smiled faintly and did not ask further.

Fulade, of course, knew that Freya was pregnant out of wedlock and that her lover was currently preparing to marry someone else.

There was no chance of anything further with her.

It was just a pity for the child named Elsa; soon, Ravenna would cast a spell to control her lover and burn him alive.

As for why the child must be burned, the Magic Mirror told her that when the child grew up, she would become the most beautiful woman in the world.

Naturally, this also awakened Freya's powerful Ice Snow Witch talent.

Thinking of this, Fulade was startled: "Wait, Elsa, why does that name sound so familiar?"

Before Fulade could think further, Freya's voice came.

"Mr. Fulade, Mr. Fulade."

Hearing Freya's call, Fulade recovered: "Uh, sorry, I was lost in thought just now, my apologies."

Freya smiled faintly: "Mr. Fulade, you needn't be so formal; from your accent, you don't seem to be from the Allen Dale Kingdom, do you?"

"If you don't mind, come to my place and sit for a while; I think my sister will thank you."

Faced with Freya's invitation, Fulade did not decline.

After all, Fulade's purpose for coming was tied to Ravenna.

Only after arriving did he discover that Ravenna was the wicked queen from "Winter Hunt of the God of the Hunt" and "Snow White and the Hunter."

Thus, he needed to get in touch even more.

Fulade initially pretended to decline, but after Freya's repeated invitations, the two finally headed toward the castle.

Along the way, Fulade was witty and humorous, deliberately closing the distance with Freya.

This made the love‑troubled Freya instantly feel much brighter.

In their conversation, she grew a bit closer to Fulade.

Seeing Freya's blooming smile, Fulade hesitated slightly and said, "Does your husband have an issue with you? You don't seem very happy."

Seeing Fulade's hint of concern, Freya was silent for a moment, then slowly shook her head and said, "I… don't have a husband."

"No husband, I'm sorry," Fulade feigned a pause and quickly apologized.

"It's nothing, I was just too foolish," Freya said with a bitter smile.

Perhaps the veil was lifted, and Freya began to open up, speaking at length about the stories between her and that lover.

"Fulade, tell me, am I being foolish?"

"He's about to marry another woman, and I still foolishly think he still loves me."

At this point, her soft shoulders began to tremble uncontrollably.

As a tear slid down her cheek, Fulade extended his arm and pulled Freya into his embrace.

Freya's body tensed, but she did not resist; she only wanted to indulge herself and release the suppressed bitterness in her heart.

"Cry, for as long as you cry, all the unpleasantness will pass."

"You only need to look forward; then you'll find that better people await you ahead."

With Fulade's comfort, Freya couldn't help but cry even louder.

After a good consolation, when Freya's emotions steadied a bit, she realized her posture was awkward.

She quickly straightened up, using the chance to wipe away tears to hide her shyness and embarrassment.

Fulade couldn't help but sigh, noting that even after having a child, she was still so innocent.

Looking at her delicate, fair, pretty face, an unnatural flush appeared, leaving Freya awkward and at a loss.

Fulade whispered, "Freya, someone once said—are you beautiful?"

Hearing this, the unsure Freya suddenly felt her face flush and heart race.

"What does he—what does that mean?" Freya's eyes flickered anxiously, then she looked away, feeling a bit guilty.

Like a shy maiden, Fulade could see that Freya's romantic experiences were truly naive.

Facing the budding ambiguous atmosphere, Fulade naturally seized the moment, not letting the chance slip.

Fulade gently cupped her slightly flushed cheek and, looking into Freya's frantic eyes, said:

"I don't know whether you still love him, nor whether he truly loves you.

But if it were me, I wouldn't abandon my lover and child."

Each of Fulade's words struck Freya's heart like a great bell, instantly clearing the love‑blinded mind.

"Yes, if he truly loved me, why wouldn't he spare a glance at me?"

Having completely abandoned her last fantasy, Freya looked at the handsome face so close before her, felt a tremor in her heart, and involuntarily closed her eyes.

The warm lips brushed in a fleeting, dragonfly‑kiss, parting at the slightest touch.

Freya opened her eyes in confusion.

Fulade raised an eyebrow and said, "We're still on the street."

Glancing at the surrounding crowd's occasional scrutinizing looks, Freya blushed and hurried toward the castle.

Entering Ellen Dale Castle, Fulade pretended surprise, "You're actually Queen Ravenna's sister."

Freya shook her head slightly and smiled, "There's nothing worth bragging about."

Fulade sighed, "You differ greatly from the other noble ladies I've met."

Seeming to recall something, he asked, "Why are you alone? Where are your guards and servants?"

As they talked, a voice rang out—cold and commanding.

A tall, alluringly aloof blonde woman stood on the castle balcony, looking this way.

She wore a splendid black, cinched‑waist court gown and a black iron crown, highlighting her dignity, nobility, and authority.

Yet her pale, full chest and a few tassels beneath the crown added a unique blend of aloofness and charm.

The flowing dress, stirred by the cool breeze, outlined a pair of long, shapely legs.

Fulade naturally recognized that this imposing woman was Queen Ravenna.

Night.

In the dim room, two heated breaths sounded.

After a rustling sound, a sultry moan echoed in the darkness.

"How—how did you get in?"

"Of course, I flew in."

"Liar."

"Not lying, Freya, you have given birth, right?"

"Yes, what's up?"

"Nothing. Didn't expect you still had such flesh."

In the darkness, Fulade squeezed a firm, perky buttocks and said plainly.

Freya, after all, was still just an ordinary woman; she couldn't sustain a prolonged assault and quickly fell.

Seeing Freya cut down so easily, Fulade sighed helplessly.

Recalling today's close encounter with Ravenna, Fulade furrowed his brows.

Ravenna's strength was not far behind his own.

In terms of life tiers, Ravenna had already reached the breakthrough threshold.

She was on the verge of breaking through; according to the Underworld Fire Demon King, she was a second‑grade Blood Race.

Thus Ravenna was in a first‑grade pinnacle life state.

This already surpassed the rank of a senior Witch, reaching a brand‑new level.

A first‑grade transcendental being—this was the first time since becoming a vampire that I saw a being beginning to transcend mortal limits.

With his keen sense of blood cells, he knew that Ravenna, at the first‑grade realm, possessed a lifespan of at least five hundred years.

This far exceeds how the film described her strength.

Indeed, a film is still a film; it contains too much artistic embellishment.

The next morning.

In the dining hall, Ravenna gave a deep look at the rosy-cheeked Freya, then glanced at the unfazed Fulade, revealing a hint of contemplation.

"Fulade, are you traveling or visiting friends?" a cold voice rang out.

While Ravenna ate lunch with knife and fork, she casually looked at Fulade and asked.

"Thank you for the Queen's hospitality; I have just come from touring the Lyle Kingdom, having seen much of the northern landscapes, which are quite distinct from the south."

Seeing Ravenna probing his origins, Fulade had already anticipated it and thus spoke his prepared explanation.

However, Ravenna is clearly not a brainless beauty.

Her gaze toward Fulade always carries a hint of scrutiny.

Fulade looked at Ravenna seated at the head, her demeanor calm and aloof, and couldn't help thinking to himself: "Her vigilance is really strong, or perhaps she has sensed something."

Thus the breakfast ended amid their mutual probing.

On the way back, the pure-hearted Freya noticed her sister's probing.

She looked at Fulade with some apprehension, involuntarily defending her sister's impolite behavior with a few words, hoping Fulade wouldn't mind.

"Obviously, your sister saw that I was getting close to her precious little sister, which is why she acted this way," Fulade said.

Seeing Freya's face flushed crimson and somewhat shy, Fulade stopped in his tracks and whispered softly into her ear:

"However, tonight you must make it up to me, to heal my wounded heart."

With his hot breath blowing into her ear, Freya felt her slender waist tighten, her body already pressed tightly against Fulade.

Freya, her face flushed and heart racing, gazed at Fulade's face, buried her face shyly in his embrace, and let out a barely audible hum.

Yet she did not notice Fulade's extremely obscure gaze directed toward the castle dining hall, sending a provocative look.

For three consecutive days.

Every night, strange sounds would echo from Freya's room.

Sometimes loud, sometimes sobbing, like weeping and lamenting, stirring the imagination.

In Fulade's words, this is a punishment for Ravenna.

Looking at Freya panting heavily as she lay sprawled on the soft big bed.

Fulade extended his finger, lightly sliding over the partner's perky peach covered in red fingermarks, while whispering some intoxicating sweet nothings.

Meanwhile, Freya gazed at Fulade with an enamored look, her eyes hazy and alluring.

"Dong dong~"

Just as Freya could no longer contain her emotions and was about to lunge at the man who gave her a different experience, a sudden urgent knocking sounded at the door.

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