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Suddenly being asked caught Freya a bit off guard.
She nodded slightly.
"Yes, I have learned some basic swordsmanship and Stiletto."
"Stiletto? No wonder..."
Freya's voice was not loud, but it was clear. The content made Laika raise an eyebrow, looking at her with some understanding.
To most people, Stiletto was just a flashy performance style of swordsmanship, not practical for combat. Given Freya's physique and demeanor, it was hard for anyone unaware of her true background to imagine that the Stiletto she referred to was actually a cold killing technique, more lethal than ordinary swordsmanship.
Moreover, she needed to maintain a suppressed aura, appearing no different from an ordinary person.
However, there was no need for her to explain this.
After obtaining the information she wanted, Laika waved her hand, signaling everyone to return to the formation, then said,
"I have a rough idea of your abilities. Those who have learned swordsmanship stay here; those who haven't go to the next room! And you... never mind, you can stay."
The last remark was directed at Freya.
Although it was Stiletto, it still required a certain level of training. In Laika's mind, even if this somewhat cold girl excelled in Stiletto, it didn't hold much significance. It was just that her foundation might be slightly better than those who had never learned swordsmanship, which was why she decided to keep her.
The sound of footsteps faded away until only about ten individuals remained from earlier.
Laika glanced at the few left and said,
"You all pick up wooden swords. Although you have learned swordsmanship before, what I will teach you now is the unified military combat swordsmanship of my Rudin Kingdom. This is not something flashy like Stiletto that can be compared; if you can't keep up, feel free to go to the next classroom. Understood? Now I will teach you the basic stances."
A calm voice echoed in the room, followed by the heavy sound of slashing.
Freya and her companions quietly watched Laika's movements. Apart from her, the other students displayed a hint of surprise, likely because it was their first encounter with such a powerful and heavy sword style.
In Laika's demonstration, she also noticed traces of Howard Bailey and Baron’s swordsmanship.
Overall, the sword techniques he practiced were actually the opposite of Freya's Piercing Sword Technique. However, she felt a spark of inspiration for her own Piercing Sword Technique from it, which made the tuition she paid feel worthwhile.
Half a month later.
During this time, Freya had been living a routine life focused on studying, dining hall visits, and library sessions.
It was relatively fulfilling.
Thanks to her exceptional brainpower, she gradually showcased outstanding talents in language and history, along with a cold demeanor that set her apart from others, making her presence known among the other classes.
Of course, aside from these two subjects, she did not deliberately reveal her skills in swordsmanship and tactics but instead maintained an average appearance.
As a result, the other students perceived her as a smart girl who excelled in studies but had a cold personality and few friends.
In the Swordsmanship Classroom.
Laika looked at several students below who were diligently practicing basic movements and nodded in satisfaction.
He clapped his hands to signal everyone to stop and gather together before speaking loudly.
"That's enough for today! Tomorrow I will select a few of you to test your progress over the past half month! Understood?"
"Yes..."
The weak response made Laika frown slightly.
"Haven't you eaten? Say it again louder!"
"Yes!"
The clear and resonant response echoed throughout the entire room.
"Mm! That's it!" He looked at everyone with satisfaction and directly picked up a wooden sword before walking out of the classroom.
Once his figure was no longer visible, the ten or so students let out a slight sigh of relief. They had experienced the prowess of this swordsmanship teacher, and aside from feeling a bit intimidated, they also held some admiration for him.
They each tidied up and prepared to leave.
Freya wiped the sweat from her forehead and returned the wooden sword to the rack.
Although Rudin's military swordsmanship was not suitable for her, she still trained alongside the other students to strengthen her physical weaknesses. However, despite some slight progress, it seemed to yield minimal results.
Just as she was about to leave, a hoarse female voice came from behind her.
"Freya, wait for me."
As one of only two girls in the Swordsmanship Room, she could easily guess who it was.
"What’s up, Sophia?"
She turned around, curiously looking at the robust woman running towards her.
Sophia was the only person among the ten who she could converse with, though their relationship could only be considered ordinary. They usually exchanged casual greetings, so she was surprised that Sophia would actively call out to her now.
"Are you still going to the library this afternoon?" Sophia asked with a somewhat conflicted expression.
"Yeah, is there something you need?"
Freya had been going to the library after lunch for over ten days straight due to the aftereffects she experienced. Since she didn't try to hide it much, many people were aware of her routine.
"Can I go with you?" she suddenly asked seriously, lifting her head.
"Uh... sure."
Freya looked at the woman in front of her with a strange expression, unsure of her intentions.
"Really? That's great!" Upon hearing Freya's response, the woman appeared quite happy, her face slightly flushed as she practically ran and jumped out of the Swordsmanship Room. "See you at the library this afternoon!"
Freya watched the woman, who moved like a man, with a sense of disbelief. With her experience, she could tell that this was a sign of a young girl on the verge of falling in love.
She just didn't know who the man that Sophia had set her sights on was.
After a simple lunch, Freya headed straight to the library without any delay.
The large library usually had very few people, and at this time, it was empty except for Freya.
Glancing outside the library, she guessed that Sophia was still having lunch and did not see her anywhere.
Not thinking much of it, she walked over to the bookshelf where she had previously left off and pulled out a book she hadn't finished reading.
"You're here?" A deep voice came from behind her. Although she had been somewhat prepared for it, it still startled her slightly.
Turning around, it was indeed the strange librarian, who was smiling at her.
"What book do you plan to read today?"
"Um, something about Human Potential Development..." Freya replied, regaining her composure and smiling back.
Initially, she thought that this elusive librarian was just someone she hadn't noticed due to fatigue. However, after several encounters, she gradually realized that this elderly man truly possessed an aura that made it difficult for her to gauge his strength.
He appeared to be an ordinary person but could evade her senses. Perhaps this old man's abilities were far superior to hers; above him was only the Great Knight...
"Nowadays, there aren't many young people who enjoy reading. Well, you see, I won't disturb you any longer. If you have any questions, just find me in the room at the back; I'll be there," the old man said with a smile, pointing to a brown wooden door at the end of the library.
Although she wasn't sure about the old man's specific abilities, his attitude towards Freya indicated that he had a favorable impression of her.
Moreover, during their brief conversation, it was clear that this old man possessed considerable knowledge, so she didn't refuse his offer.
"I understand."
However, just as the old man took a few steps away, he suddenly seemed to remember something. He turned back and smiled at Freya.
"By the way, I've noticed that your energy seems a bit unsettled lately. Reading can also help calm the mind."
"…"
Freya stared in surprise at the old man who was turning to leave again, her brows gradually furrowing.
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