Princess boudoir.

"don't want!"

"I don't want to get pregnant with a low-class bastard! It's so dirty!"

Freya collapsed and cried.

Her voice was hoarse, and her body was covered with scars and bloodstains.

"reply."

A green light flashed in Lingluo's hand, treating the injuries on her body.

He lifted the woman's hair and asked her to look at herself in the mirror.

"I want to erase your memory and replace your face,"

"There will be no more Princess Freya from now on."

The young man smiled.

"No, no, no..."

When Freya heard this, she groaned sadly.

"congratulations,"

"A terrible woman like you, an evil scumbag, can actually get a chance to redeem yourself from me."

Ayara grabbed her face.

The skill starts to activate.

"optimization."

"Ah, don't, don't, don't, don't, ah, ah, ah."

Freya fell into a complete coma amidst the tragic calls.

It was not deleting the memory, Ayara just sealed the memories in her mind that should not exist.

Of course, the effect is similar to that of a seal.

"We should go."

Ling Luo said lightly, although the woman he was holding could no longer hear her.

He used the skill again to turn the corpse of a maid on the ground into the appearance of Freya.

In this way, Freya, the princess, was completely dead.

The real Freya had her appearance changed, her memory sealed, and she was taken away by him.

No one knows what happened tonight.

After a while.

Ayara changed a set of clothes for the transformed princess.

He took the time to bypass the patrolling soldiers and left the palace without any hindrance.

Before leaving, he did not forget to go to the dungeon and kill Leonard.

In this way, Yu Zhiyong's identity will completely disappear from this world, and no one will doubt him.

...

The princess's palace burned down.

The entire royal city fell into chaos.

"These gems are worth a lot of money."

Ayara was carrying Freya on her back and had a lot of gems in her pockets, which she had scrounged from Freya's room.

We have to leave here anyway, so I should be able to get a lot of money in exchange for these things.

Suburbs.

The young man quickly arrived at the house that had been arranged in advance.

Songxue, Lilith, Rose.

When he arrived, three maids were anxiously waiting for their master to return.

"Owner!"

The maids formed a circle around him and looked curiously at the woman he was carrying.

"Since you are all here,"

"Then just accept my changes and don't tell anyone,"

"optimization."

Ayara activated the skill on herself.

The Yu Zhiyong is dead.

Of course he can't continue to use his current appearance.

His short black hair was changed to long, smooth light gray hair reaching his waist. His appearance changed from a sixteen-year-old boy to a twenty-year-old young man, and the details of his face also changed.

If you are familiar with him, you may be able to see some traces of his past.

But it is a pity that most people will never associate this face with the Healing Hero.

"Remember?"

"I will live with this appearance from now on and change my name to Luo Ling."

Ayaluo said.

"yes!"

"Owner!"

The three maids nodded.

The master's orders are supreme, and they obey all Ayara's requests unconditionally.

"Have a good rest tonight,"

"We will leave the royal city tomorrow."

Ayaluo said.

"yes."

The night passed like this.

the next morning.

Lingluo had just woken up, and the woman next to her also started to open her eyes.

After Freya woke up, she looked around uneasily.

"W-where is this?"

"Speaking of which...who am I?"

"Why am I in this place?"

Freya said to herself.

She tried her best to think about it, but her memory was completely blank. She couldn't remember anything except some specific knowledge and common sense.

"Are you awake?"

"This is really great."

A gentle smile appeared on Aya Luo's face.

He hugged Freya's body tightly, as if they were lovers.

"ah?"

"who are you?"

Freya broke away from the embrace with a little force.

"Don't you remember me?"

Ayara looked extremely heartbroken.

"Ah you are?"

"Me again?"

Freya looked at him hesitantly.

"Your name is Freya, and you are my follower. Have you forgotten everything? We obviously love each other so much..."

Lingluo reached out and stroked her cheek, her eyes a little gloomy.
To be continued...