Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest)
Chapter 1858

Sophie Kenwick had an expectant look in her eyes. "What is it, Master? There's nothing I wouldn't tell you, so you can ask me anything." Xyla Quest continued to gaze at Sophie with a somber expression. "Was there a female commander who died for you in the past?"

Sophie immediately shook her head when she heard this. "No, why do you ask?"

Xyla felt deeply confused by her reply.

"No? How could that be?" she asked, remembering that vision she had seen from before.

Sophie thought it over carefully and tried to recall, then she nodded with certainty.

"Yes, I'm very sure there wasn't."

Xyla instantly frowned. If that was the case, then what was that scene earlier? Did Sophie somehow forget, or did it never happen in the first place?

If it never happened, why would she recollect it? Her mind couldn't possibly have made it up out of nowhere, could it?

Sophie seemed confused and curious. "Yeah, what's the matter?"

"A memory resurfaced in my mind. I recall being a female commander who was escaping with you," Xyla explained.

Sophie tried to recall her past once again.

"I don't remember anything like that. Could you have imagined it?"

Xyla shook her head, certain that she didn't. However, she didn't question further after hearing her response and decided to change the subject.

"All right, what about your brother's story?" she asked.

"Okay. I have an older brother named Leonardo Kenwick, who was adopted by my father when he was five.

"I was just a year younger, so we grew up together, learning to ride, archery, wrestling, music, and drawing together.

"We had a close relationship. In fact, I was closer to him than I was to my biological brother.

"I liked meatballs ever since I was a kid, so he learned from many great chefs for my sake. He came up with different recipes, and they all tasted amazing. The ones I just had tasted like the ones he made.

"My brother died on the battlefield when he was fourteen when he accompanied my father to war. I was heartbroken...

"I learned that his last thoughts were

about me just before he died," Sophie explained in great sadness, her eyes welling up in tears by the end of it.

Her crystal-clear teardrops slowly trickled down her face and dripped onto her shirt, making Stanley's heart ache painfully as he listened to her.

"My brother adored and missed me the most until the day he died. Other than my father, I missed him the most, too," she added softly.

Studying Sophie's face, an unfamiliar memory suddenly appeared in Stanley's mind.

He could recall a young man in silver armor annihilating his enemies on a battlefield. He was riding a white war-horse with a great, sharp, silver blade in his hand as he charged forward.

He looked like a battle god with the shiny blade in his hand and numerous battle flags swaying behind him.