Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest)
Chapter 1859

The word 'Walrus' was displayed in bold on the battle flag.

Stanley Batton frowned deeply, an incredible idea just occurring to him. He turned to look at Sophie Kenwick with a solemn expression.

"Was your brother wearing silver armor when he fought in the war?"

Sophie nodded, a look of surprise evident in her eyes. "Yes, how did you know?"

"Did he wield a large silver blade as his weapon?" he added.

"Yes," she nodded again.

"In that case, I might very likely be your brother," Stanley wondered out loud as he scrutinized her.

The vision in his mind must have belonged to his past. Otherwise, why would he have someone else's memory appearing in his mind?

Combined with all his unusual reactions after meeting Sophie, Stanley felt increasingly convinced.

Sophie and Xyla Quest were both shocked by what they heard.

"What?" they uttered simultaneously.

Stanley then told Sophie about his vision earlier.

"Did that person have a small snake tattoo on the back of his right hand?" she asked.

Stanley carefully tried to recall what he had seen. Indeed, he had a recollection of a tattoo on his hand.

He looked at her and nodded. "You are right."

Suddenly, Sophie's tears fell without control. "You are my brother! You had his memories because it was your past life.

"He was exactly as you described," she added, unable to stop crying.

Stanley was not even close to being as emotionally involved because he only had bits and pieces of his memory, but seeing her tears saddened him deeply.

Xyla was deeply stunned by what was going on between the two past siblings, feeling moved by the bond they shared that spanned several thousand years.

She was also immensely surprised by such an unbelievable experience, realizing that the cycle of life and karma worked in mysterious ways.

"Brother." Sophie stood up and walked over to Stanley before holding his hands. "I missed you so much."

Then, she hugged him tightly as he returned her embrace, grateful that they found each other after centuries apart.

Xyla couldn't help but tear up.

"Brother, you used to call me Soph. You can call me that from now on," Sophie continued.

"Okay," he replied.

"Brother, I'm so glad you have managed to live a good life," she said.

"I'll take good care of you from now on, Soph," he vowed, gently ruffling her hair before slowly pulling away. Sophie nodded repeatedly.

"Soph, there doesn't seem to be a record of your brother's name in history. Why is that?" Xyla wondered.

"I don't know, but historians

recorded everything back then. Any

literature or records could have

gotten lost gradually after all this

time," Sophie said.

What she said made sense to Xyla.

"In that case, you shouldn't call me 'Master' from now on. Just call me by name."

"Okay... Xyla," Sophie nodded.