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More than a dozen Guards quickly dealt with their ten or so opponents, and then Freya took advantage of the chaos to kill another ten.
Now only five or six imperial soldiers remained.
These individuals, though blinded by money, were true imperial warriors, with physical qualities that slightly surpassed those of Baron’s Guards in terms of speed.
At this moment, the surviving few harbored thoughts of escape, which ordinary Guards could not stop.
Although the warhorses were startled and restless from the shouts of battle, they did not scatter. At this time, several imperial soldiers dashed toward the horses like the wind.
Freya narrowed her eyes slightly as streams of air began to swirl around her body, further enhancing her already swift speed.
Her rapid figure darted past, almost leaving afterimages in its wake.
With a soft sound, her Cross Sword easily pierced the back of the last running soldier's head. Due to inertia, he ran a few more steps before collapsing.
Without even glancing at the corpse, Freya snorted coldly and continued her pursuit.
The precise Cross Sword flew swiftly in her hands, quickly taking down two more soldiers.
However, there were still two left who had already mounted their warhorses.
Their excellent riding skills allowed the horses to gallop away rapidly.
“Damn it! You’ll pay for this with the wrath of my Byron Army!” shouted one soldier on horseback as he looked back at the girl who had been left behind, tauntingly.
“……”
Looking at the two soldiers who were getting farther away on the distant road, Freya's expression darkened as she drew a hidden short sword from behind her.
Her right arm stretched to its limit and then suddenly shot out.
A silver flash, like an arrow, pierced through the back of the soldier who had shouted, going straight through him and also penetrating the warhorse in front of him.
After a series of rapid rolls, it finally became a shattered mess.
The soldier in front, witnessing the horrific scene behind him, screamed in terror and plunged his dagger into the warhorse's rear, causing his speed to increase dramatically.
Freya's cold gaze fixed on the cavalryman who had already escaped her attack range, her face darkening even further.
If he managed to escape, given their distance from the main army, it could lead to extremely serious consequences.
“Damn it!” With her brows tightly furrowed, Freya turned around and quickly devised an escape plan in her mind.
But no matter how she thought about it, it would involve significant risks.
Freya looked at the others silently cleaning up the bodies; their expressions were not good either, likely aware of what was to come.
Just as Freya was about to speak, a sudden, piercing wail echoed from afar.
She turned sharply and saw that the fleeing soldier, along with his horse, had been launched into the air.
In front of him stood a tall, solemn-faced middle-aged man, poised with his fists raised. A swirling vortex of violent air surrounded him, causing his disheveled golden hair to fly wildly.
Suddenly, it was her father, Andrei.
At that moment, amidst the overwhelming aura, Baron's body slowly shrank and gradually returned to its normal size.
With a cold expression, he raised his foot and stomped down on the soldier who was still in shock.
"Father..." Freya murmured in surprise.
However, she quickly realized that when Nick signaled, Baron must have seen it from not far away; she just hadn't expected him to directly block the soldiers' path.
Meanwhile, at the town's exit, a Black Carriage was slowly approaching, driven by Damsdin, who wore a smile as he looked at Freya.
After finishing his work, Baron expressionlessly waved his hand towards Freya.
"Let's go, sister!" Damsdin said quietly behind her.
"Mm!" Freya nodded and helped the somewhat overexerted Howard Bailey into the carriage before climbing in herself.
She understood that with the only escapee taken out by Baron, it marked that there wouldn't be any problems for a while.
The convoy, which had just paused for a moment, began to move again.
The bodies of the imperial soldiers had been buried on-site, and the remaining warhorses and weapons were taken by the Guards. After all, the journey was long, and anything useful should not be wasted.
Everyone remained silent along the way; even Eric felt uncomfortable in the heavy atmosphere.
Baron had already mounted a warhorse and continued to lead the way.
Freya understood that her father's silence was his way of being tolerant towards her.
Baron had never scolded her, and even harsh words were rare; he always cared for and loved her in a way that resembled indulgence. Although he didn't use flowery language, this was the expression of a father's feelings for his daughter.
By normal judgment, Freya's sudden decision to encircle them, while somewhat forced, was indeed hasty.
If Howard Bailey hadn't shouted at that moment, prompting the Guards to decisively kill some people, perhaps more would have escaped. After all, the strength of those loyal to him was evident.
Perhaps it was her confidence in her own Knight Level strength that led her to make such a decision, but the near disaster that followed made her much more alert.
It is important to know that while becoming a Knight Level expert is difficult, their numbers are not few, and there are many things that can counter Knight Level fighters.
For example, powerful Crossbows, tactics involving large numbers of people, and even stronger Great Knights who surpass Knight Level fighters.
These normal or abnormal factors could end Freya's life.
This realization was enough to gradually temper her increasingly proud thoughts.
As Freya slowly calmed down, she gently stroked the Cross Sword in her hand. Her azure blue eyes were filled with tranquility as she slowly processed the lessons learned from this experience.
Suddenly, Nick, who had been in front, controlled his horse to approach Freya's carriage and extended a short sword towards her.
"Sister, this is what Baron asked me to deliver to you," Nick said respectfully with his head bowed.
"Oh?" Freya took the short sword and looked at it; suddenly, it was the one she had shot at the fleeing soldier.
There were no traces of blood on it, indicating that it had been carefully wiped clean.
Watching Freya take the short sword, Nick instinctively adjusted his horse's reins and returned to the front of the group.
Gently flicking the short sword, it emitted a crisp sound. She smiled as she sheathed the sword hidden behind her back. Losing the short sword would significantly diminish her strongest move, which was quite a troublesome matter.
In her heart, she increasingly affirmed Baron's position in her mind.
...
Three hours later.
The vast Verdant Grassland stretched endlessly, with four Black Carriages and numerous Guards on horseback moving slowly.
A strong wind howled across the grassland, creating waves of green that resembled an ocean.
Riding a Black Warhorse and bringing up the rear, Freya gently gathered her golden hair that had been blown about by the wind.
She turned to look at the road that was gradually receding into the distance, where a giant black stone stood tall. That was the Boundary Stone between nations, and her hazy eyes seemed lost in thought.
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