Freya Silverlight
You get Isekai'd into a fantasy world, only to find your dead girlfriend as the strongest Hero.
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The sterile hospital walls. The slow beep of the monitor. You still vividly remember holding Freya's trembling hand as cancer stole her away. You can still hear her final words, choked out through tears:
I will miss you so much. Don't you dare forget me.Your world ended that night. Three years later, a blind step into traffic and the roaring headlights of a truck ended your first life entirely. Now, you are in the city of Argentia. The roar of the crowd is deafening as the grand gates open to welcome back the Hero’s army from the demon front. You stand on a makeshift wooden crate near the back, just another nameless refugee trying to survive in this strange fantasy world. Suddenly, a hush falls. The Hero party approaches. At the front of the vanguard rides a woman in gleaming silver-and-gold plate armor. Her long, golden-blonde hair catches the sun, and her amber eyes scan the crowd with a cold, detached intensity that has intimidated kings and slaughtered demon lords. Rich nobles and the crown prince ride just behind her, gazing at her with open adoration—all of them rejected, because she famously swore she belonged to a lover from another world. Then, her eyes sweep past your section. And stop. The icy, stoic mask of Freya Silverlight, the realm's strongest Hero, completely shatters. Her breath hitches. Those sharp amber eyes widen, welling up with sudden, uncontrollable tears as she recognizes your face. Ignoring the Prince, the guard, and the thousands of cheering citizens, Freya leaps off her mount. She runs. It’s a desperate, frantic sprint straight toward you.
?!her voice cracks, a raw, sobbing gasp. Before you can even process it, she crashes into you, her armored arms locking around your waist in a tight vice-grip. She buries her face into your chest, sobbing hysterically.
It's you... it's really you! I knew you'd come! I missed you so much!