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Although Green Castle is unafraid of Viscount Belta's influence, the fact that Baron has dealt with Olyssis will likely cause some trouble.
Regarding today's events, the feeling of being pushed to the brink and then reborn made her feel as if she had transcended; this is the elevation of her mindset.
Moreover, today indirectly proved that all her preparations were not in vain.
If she had been holding a real Cross Sword back then, Freya believed that without any interference, she would have definitely been able to take down Olyssis.
This was not blind confidence, but rather the most accurate judgment made after careful simulation.
“Puff…”
Feeling the oxygen in her chest slowly depleting, she quietly rose from the water, stepped out of the bathtub, and grabbed a towel to dry herself off.
The nearly fifteen-year-old girl's body, through continuous training, was gradually no longer the frail figure it once was. While her chest had not changed much, there were faint outlines of muscles forming in her abdomen and arms, though they remained subtle beneath her fair skin.
Gently touching her somewhat firm abdomen, Freya revealed a hint of a wry smile.
“If I keep training like this, will I become muscular?”
In her past life, she had once been curious about those women she saw online who practiced bodybuilding, applying bronze oil to their bodies and showcasing terrifying muscles. If it weren't for their feminine features, they might have been able to compete with men in physical contests.
“Just thinking about becoming like that…”
The mere thought sent a chill down Freya's spine.
However, after reaching Knight Level, the energy within the body will gradually evolve into the most suitable form based on one's potential direction. It seems that since I am developing in the direction of Agility, I probably won't end up as a muscular woman.
I let out a light breath, shaking off the chaotic thoughts in my mind.
Dressed in a white bathrobe, Freya walked to the window. The sky was already darkening, and candles had been lit in the main activity areas around the castle.
In the distance, on the training grounds, I could vaguely see a few figures moving about, seemingly practicing.
The evening breeze brushed against her face, stirring her still-damp hair behind her, feeling quite refreshing.
This incident was not just a one-off; in the days to come, her father would surely take some action. However, on the surface, both territories belonged to Byron Nobility, and since Olyssis had not been truly killed, there might be no overt friction between the two territories, but things could be different behind the scenes.
Moreover, more importantly, this event made her certain of one thing.
No matter how powerful a Baron might be, when faced with danger, one can only rely on oneself. Compared to entrusting her fate to others, she preferred to take control of her own destiny.
"In this world, if you rely on others, you won't survive for long!" The evening breeze blew gently as Freya's heart felt an unprecedented calmness.
Women have always been part of a disadvantaged group in this world. This was evident from the incessant chatter of Mary when they first met. Even though Freya had the protection and care of a Baron, she was no different from other women when it came to certain individuals. However, once a woman becomes strong, everything changes completely.
Her azure eyes seemed to burn with a quiet flame; at this moment, Freya felt increasingly composed.
Dinner was served directly by a maid in her bedroom. In addition to the usual food, there was an extra pound of horned beef.
After asking the maid, she learned that the Baron had specially arranged an extra meal for her.
A serious face of the Baron flashed through Freya's mind, and she smiled lightly before starting her meal.
...
In the following five hours, the patrol time of the castle's guard team noticeably increased, and their frequency also rose significantly.
Even the commoners in the territory, who were unaware of the situation, felt that something was unusual.
During this time, Freya was advised by the Baron not to venture too far from the castle.
Knowing the reason behind it, Freya had no choice but to alter her usual routine and moved her daily hunting practice to an open area at the training ground for observation.
The training methods of the guard team were simple and monotonous. Although they involved a lot of physical activity, they offered no help to Freya.
However, the training ground was not just about repetitive drills; there were also some special activities that became the focus of Freya's daily observations.
These were the afternoon sparring sessions of the guard team.
The castle's guard team was organized by rank, divided into several large squads, with each squad further split into smaller groups.
The ranks determined both salary and task difficulty. Most importantly, positions within the guard team were not fixed; one had to earn a higher rank through skill. This provided every Guard Member with an opportunity. This unique method not only improved the overall strength of the guard team but also ensured that certain individuals could use their status for other purposes.
If you believe your skills surpass those of your superior, you can issue a challenge. The challenged party may refuse, but that would mean admitting defeat and losing their position. Thus, every afternoon becomes a time for sparring within the entire guard team.
Although most of the sparring sessions hold little interest for Freya, the matches between captains provide her with significant benefits.
The men recruited by Baron into the guard team each possess the potential to become Knight Level; the only difference lies in their individual efforts. Among them are some truly impressive talents, offering Freya a valuable learning opportunity to enhance her swordsmanship.
The dim sun has already begun to set, and wooden sticks for lighting have been inserted into the surrounding pillars of the training ground. The originally open space is now encircled by a crowd of people.
In the center of the circle, an intense battle is underway.
On one side is Damsdin, the vice-captain of the guard team whom Freya has seen before, and on the other side stands a similarly robust unfamiliar Guard Member. Both wield practice wooden swords, facing each other while searching for openings.
It seems they have already exchanged blows; Damsdin holds his sword with one hand, calmly observing his opponent, while the latter sweats on his forehead yet remains composed, shifting his body to find an opportunity to strike.
The surrounding guards cheer loudly, creating a lively and noisy atmosphere.
Freya watches the battle calmly from within the crowd. Dressed in a white noble gown, she feels somewhat out of place among them. However, the guards are accustomed to her presence and make sure to keep a respectful distance, allowing her to see clearly into the fray.
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