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Baron returned to the castle at noon on the third day.
Freya stood by the bedroom window, watching the cavalry slowly enter the castle from a distance.
The once shiny armor of the guards appeared dull and covered in dust, their eyes bloodshot, suggesting they hadn't rested well. However, Baron, walking at the front, seemed to be in good spirits.
In addition to their usual attire, several black sacks were tied to each horse's rear, with drops of dark red liquid trickling down their backs.
It seemed they had been quite busy in the last two hours.
After just a glance, she turned away and chose not to look any further.
There was already an irreconcilable conflict between Baron and Berta. Even if it hadn't erupted yet, the recent situation in the territory indicated it was only a matter of time.
These issues needed addressing. Baron had gradually prepared for this, as evidenced by the recent state of the guard and enforcement teams.
According to Damsdin, a portion of the guard had already been stationed at the iron mine as a long-term base, led personally by Howard Bailey.
With a Knight Level in charge, it seemed there wouldn't be too many problems.
Overall, while these matters didn't directly concern her at present, she still made a mental note of them.
The afternoon sky was somewhat gloomy, thick white clouds pressing down, creating a slight sense of oppression.
Freya tilted her head to glance at the sky.
"It looks like it might rain today," she murmured.
At this time of year, transitioning from summer to autumn, if it rained, the castle would likely need to take some precautions. The development of this world wasn't very advanced; the drainage system consisted merely of simple ditches. If there was heavy rainfall, it could become quite troublesome.
However, this gloomy atmosphere usually made the servants' work in the castle somewhat easier.
Freya, dressed in a capable swordsman's outfit, had her golden hair casually tied back, with two swords strapped to her side.
As she descended the stairs, there seemed to be more people in the castle, making it feel a bit crowded.
The servants greeted her respectfully as she passed by, and she smiled and nodded in return, as always.
While passing by a room, she caught a glimpse of the housekeeper, Mary, who was standing before two bowing maids, her expression serious as she pointed and gestured about something.
As the most cherished daughter of the Baron, Freya held an important position in the castle but actually had little to do. When she was younger, the Baron had even invited a teacher from the Byron Empire to teach her basic subjects. However, due to her mischievousness at that time, the elderly man only managed to teach her for a few months before he was driven away by her antics.
Thus, aside from being literate, she had little else to show for it. Moreover, due to the Baron's indulgence, she had become a mischievous girl akin to a spoiled child until that incident with the refugees occurred, after which she was replaced by her current self.
In the minds of most people in the castle, this was likely how they viewed her. In recent months, when she expressed a desire to learn swordsmanship, they probably thought it was just a fleeting whim. The Baron might have thought so too.
However, in reality, her swordsmanship might have touched upon the threshold of Knight Level due to Osiris's influence. During that fight with the guards, she merely showcased what little skill she had; it was clear that most of those she defeated hadn't exerted themselves fully.
Regarding her personality and behavior, although everyone noticed some abrupt changes, considering her age—an age of significant transformation—there were no major doubts about it.
Yet, the one who had changed the most in the castle was actually her brother Eric. The once-dejected boy seemed to have begun lifting his head after that incident. During this time, there had been no negative news about him; when seen occasionally, he often held a wooden sword with a serious expression. Perhaps he was deliberately imitating the Baron; he had transformed from being timid into someone who appeared more confident.
Freya held a cup of drink that she had requested from a maid and pushed open the door to the training room.
The spacious room had recently become her exclusive space. She took a gentle sip of her drink; its slightly sour taste mingled with a faint grassy aroma spread through her mouth.
In this world, there was no such thing as coffee; however, there were many similar beverages. Drinking tea seemed to be a popular pastime among nobles on occasion.
She placed the drink on the only table in the room and then drew out the two swords from her side.
Freya had become familiar with the training of the Stiletto, and what she was doing now was integrating everything she had seen over the past few days into her swordsmanship to form her own fighting style.
In addition to having excellent physical qualities, it was also necessary to find what suited her. To become a Knight-Level Expert, this was a path that must be taken.
She drew her sword and swung it according to a fixed training method.
A sharp sound pierced the air, the sound of the blade cutting through the air, which represented the fastest and most effective movement.
The cold Blade flickered rapidly in the air. Although Freya was wielding the Cross Sword, there was still a thoughtful expression in her eyes; she was exploring.
It was not merely simple practice; it felt as if there were an invisible opponent in front of her. The two swords in her hands did not only attack but also occasionally blocked and shifted positions for thrusts.
The agile dual swords seemed to have come alive in her hands, constantly changing positions. The Cross Sword thrust forward while the short sword lay hidden behind, waiting for an opportunity to deliver a fatal strike.
With a left jab, a diagonal slash, then another shift, Freya's footwork was incredibly swift. Each strike was quick and decisive, flowing seamlessly, as the silver dual swords moved at such speed that they resembled a fluttering silver veil.
As time passed, she gradually became completely immersed in this rapid series of attacks, fully utilizing her Agility advantage, like a strange dance where Freya was the one performing this dazzling and deadly choreography.
In Freya's perception, her body and the sword in her hand seemed to merge into one. Her body grew warm with each rapid attack, and a subtle energy seemed to bloom alongside her strikes.
Suddenly, her sword-dancing speed surged once again. The previously silver veil of sword light now resembled a hurricane, with howling blades that seemed ready to slice anything into pieces!
Swish! Crack!
Two silver lines flashed through the air and disappeared in an instant.
Thud!
The sword rack not far from her seemed unable to withstand the force, slowly collapsing and breaking into pieces.
“At this moment…” Freya stared blankly at the fallen sword rack, momentarily stunned.
Her hand holding the sword trembled slightly, clearly a result of exhaustion after exerting great effort.
However, soon after, a sense of clarity blossomed in her heart, as if she suddenly understood something, and her fatigued body felt much lighter.
“Knight Level…?” She touched her chest, where a faint warmth was emanating from.
“No, I haven’t reached Knight Level yet.” Freya lowered her hand, and the excitement she had been deliberately suppressing gradually faded away.
“According to what my father told me before, if one truly reaches Knight Level, not only will there be a faint aura around the body, but the potential within the body will also significantly increase due to breaking through one’s limits. Right now, I only feel that faint aura, but there hasn’t been any change in my body… It seems I have merely stepped into the threshold of Knight Level.”
Although she had not yet reached that level, she believed it would not take long.
For a fourteen-year-old girl to break through her physical limits and achieve a level that many people struggle to reach in their lifetime within less than two months was considered impossible by many.
Yet Freya had done it. Perhaps it was due to inheriting the physical qualities of a Baron, or perhaps it was because of her exceptional learning ability. Regardless of the reason, she had succeeded; she had become a true powerhouse.
Calming her emotions, Freya sheathed her sword with a composed expression.
Even though her strength had reached quite a high level, she did not intend to reveal herself. There were still many dangers ahead; concealing her trump cards and catching others off guard was essential for survival—a lesson she had learned in her previous life.
Freya finished the still-warm drink on the table and put away her sword. Just as she was about to return to her room to contemplate that faint aura in her body, she suddenly heard faint footsteps approaching from outside the training room door.
Creak.
The door opened.
Baron, still clad in Silver Armor, walked in and was surprised to see someone inside. He looked up and, upon seeing his daughter Freya's serious face, revealed a hint of a smile.
"It's you, Freya. Practicing your swordsmanship?"
"Yes, Father." Freya slightly bowed and said softly, "I was just practicing casually; I'm about to head back now."
"Alright... you go ahead." Baron affectionately patted her head.
Although Baron appeared to be in good spirits, his long golden hair hung loosely over his shoulders, contrasting with his dull armor, giving off a sense of deep fatigue.
Freya understood that recent events had put some pressure on Baron, requiring him to handle certain matters personally.
She nodded and silently resolved to see if she could help in any way if the opportunity arose.
As she passed by Baron and was about to leave the room, he suddenly called out to her. "By the way, Freya, the Noble Academy will start enrolling students next month. Prepare for it when you get back. I will personally take you to Kent City. I have some matters to attend to lately, so you can enjoy yourself there for a bit. How does that sound?"
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