"Sadly, we catalysts cannot become our Queen's brides because we're not made of actual flesh. We're made of mana and magic, so we cannot perform the witch queen contract ourselves. However, in your previous lives, our Queen and masters promised that we could become our Queen's concubines," Freya explained, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness yet filled with hope.

"Whaaat?" Mother Klare and my brides gasped in shock, their expressions a mixture of surprise and confusion.

Freya, undeterred, continued. "Yes, it's true. We catalysts are deeply connected to our queen, born from the emotions and mana of our masters. This connection made us fall for her, just as deeply. And our Queen, she doesn't see us just as demi-humans of mana and magic; she treats us as people, as individuals with feelings and thoughts," she elaborated, her eyes shining with an unspoken devotion.

As Freya unveiled her feelings, May, Sasha, and Aria looked at me with newfound understanding and awe. It seemed like, until this moment, they hadn't fully realized the breadth of my influence and the depth of the bonds I had forged.

"Incredible," Aria whispered, her voice a soft murmur of admiration. "Emily's love and magic didn't just create life but sparked such profound connections."

May, usually quiet, nodded thoughtfully. "Emily's abilities are beyond extraordinary. Her magic, her love, they transcend what we thought possible," she said, her voice carrying a note of pride and wonder.

Their words filled me with a sense of gratitude and responsibility. "Thank you, Freya. Your love and dedication, they mean everything to me," I said, my voice thick with emotion.

Freya bowed deeply, her respect evident. "Serving you is my honor, my Queen," she responded, her tone reflecting her solemn commitment.

Curious, I probed further. "Freya, can you tell me more about my past as the Witch Queen? About the Witch Queen Contract?"

Freya's response painted a vivid picture of my past. "My Queen, in your original life, you were a unifier, a beacon for all witches, wizards, and catalysts. The Witch Queen Contract was your creation, binding us all to you and your future selves. As the Queen of Magic, you are our eternal guide, our protector."

The room fell into a reflective silence, each of us contemplating the gravity of the Witch Queen Contract and my role within this magical tapestry.

"Thank you, Freya. This knowledge... it's a lot to take in, but it helps me understand my responsibilities better," I said, gently taking Freya's hand in mine.

"It's my pleasure to serve and enlighten you, my Queen," Freya replied, her voice laced with emotion.

Just then, Windy, my little ray of sunshine, tugged at my sleeve. "Mommy, can Freya play with me? I want to show her my unicorn!" she asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Of course, sweetheart. But be gentle, okay?" I reminded her, smiling at her innocence.

Windy nodded eagerly, grabbing Freya's hand and leading her towards her toys. The rest of us watched them, a warm feeling spreading through the room as we saw the joy in their interaction.

After some time, Windy's eyes began to droop with sleepiness. Freya, ever attentive, offered to take her to bed. "I'll take her to her room, my Queen. You should spend time with your brides," she suggested kindly.

"Thank you, Freya. Get some rest too, if you need it," I said, grateful for her help.

"Good night, everyone," Freya said, her tone warm as she escorted a sleepy Windy to her room.

Once they were gone, the atmosphere shifted to one of curious inquiry. Sasha, with a playful edge to her voice, turned to us. "So, about unlocking Freya as a catalyst, May. How did that happen?"

May and I exchanged a look, a silent understanding passing between us. "Well, it all started with a heart-to-heart we had," I began, diving into the story of that transformative night.

May added her perspective, her cheeks tinted with a bashful glow. "It was a night of realizations and deep connections. We discovered so much about each other, about our feelings."

"We made love, and in that moment, we felt our magic intertwine," I continued, my voice soft. "When we woke, there was this glow, and Freya was there, telling us our united hearts had awakened her."

After the story, Sasha and Aria exchanged glances, a mix of happiness and playful envy in their eyes. "We're thrilled for you two," Sasha teased. "But remember, we're part of this journey too."

I couldn't help but laugh, a blush creeping onto my cheeks. "I wouldn't have it any other way," I assured them, giving them a playful wink.

With our stories shared and hearts open, we retired for the night, each lost in thoughts of the past and dreams for the future.