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He tapped his own head and said, "The composition of any substance is built from energy, whether it is living or inanimate, or even the ethereal soul. A wizard possesses the ability to see through the essence of things, and the colorful particles you saw flashing before your eyes are various Energy Particles in the air. That restless feeling is actually a result of interference from Plant Energy and Energy Particles, causing an excessive level of activity. Do you understand this?"
Freya nodded. The concepts that Hegel spoke of seemed closely related to some knowledge from her past life, yet there were differences. However, if she approached it from a different perspective, it was within her understanding.
Seeing Freya nod, Hegel's gaze shifted slightly, as if he found it somewhat incredible that the girl could comprehend what he was saying.
"You actually understand; it's truly... remarkable. However, although you possess good willpower and intelligence, your aptitude is only at level three, which is a bit unfortunate."
"Level three aptitude? What does that mean? What level is that?" Freya caught the key point in the old man's words.
"Aptitude refers to the affinity between a wizard and the ability particles. There are five levels of aptitude in total, from low to high. Yours is considered average. The highest level five aptitude can sense the existence of Energy Particles and can easily control and use them, making it most likely to become a wizard." Saying this, the old man let out a slight sigh. "I thought that since you could see Energy Particles, you would at least be above level four; what a pity."
"Level three... that's not too bad," Freya nodded, momentarily grasping the White Wizard's description of aptitude.
If she were to describe it in her own words, it would be about the development of her brain and her affinity for Energy Particles. However, she knew that her brain's development came from merging with the original Freya of this world. Without that event, she might not have even had the potential to become a wizard.
It seemed that the old man did not wish to dwell on this topic any longer; he continued speaking.
"Although your aptitude is average, your affinity for Energy Particles and mental strength are at a First-Class Apprentice level. If it weren't for this, you wouldn't have been able to take so long to arrive here. Above First-Class Apprentice is Second-Class Apprentice, then Third Rank, and finally you can be promoted to wizard. You will learn more about these things at the academy; I won't elaborate further."
After listening to Hegel's brief explanation, Freya nodded lightly, gaining some preliminary understanding of wizards as transcendent beings. She then asked her question.
"According to you, there aren't many wizards left on this continent. How am I supposed to get to the Wizard Academy? And what do you need me to do?"
"Every three years, a batch of wizard Merchant Ships passes through here. You're quite lucky; this ship will arrive here early next month. At that time, I will arrange for you to board it. You might even meet others with similar backgrounds on board."
"It should be quite far," Freya said with a slight frown, knowing well enough that travel based on years indicated distance.
"Yes... it is very far," Hegel replied calmly, but Freya could detect an unusual undertone in his voice.
She glanced around at the other students, her gaze carrying a hint of scrutiny.
However, it seemed that nothing else had happened.
"It seems that the higher-ups in the academy have decided to keep this matter confidential and hidden."
She withdrew her gaze and pretended to hurry to the cafeteria like an ordinary student.
After breakfast, she did not head directly to the linguistics classroom as usual but turned and walked toward the library instead.
Due to financial constraints, the academy's management of students was not very strict. Many students who intended to slack off often skipped classes, and even diligent students occasionally cut class in the face of such an atmosphere.
Although Freya had always played the role of a good student, skipping class once in a while wouldn't have much impact.
The library was as empty as usual. Freya saw an elderly man categorizing books that some students had carelessly misplaced.
Sensing her arrival, Hegel turned his head, smiled slightly, and set down what he was holding.
"Did I scare you last night? So, have you made your decision?"
Freya stared into the old man's light yellow eyes for a long time. After some thought, she carefully replied.
"While I am indeed fascinated by the wizards of Transcendence, I know nothing about it. Regarding your belief in Equivalent Exchange, I assume that this 'thing' which could change my life is not free for you either. Moreover… what would happen if I failed that test last night?"
In response to Freya's barrage of questions, Hegel did not show impatience; instead, he nodded appreciatively.
"That test was merely to determine whether you possess the potential to become a wizard as I suspected. Of course, if you had failed, you would have lost all memories related to me. However, since you passed the test, if you decide to pursue the path of a wizard, I will answer all your subsequent questions. If you choose not to go down that path, I will erase your memories entirely, and we will act as if we have never met."
"Erase my memories?" Freya's eyes flickered.
Most of the guards in the academy are ordinary warriors, with only a few possessing Knight Level abilities.
However, being discovered would also be quite troublesome, so she chose to leave directly.
After erasing her traces along the way, she returned to her dormitory.
Using sand to dry the bloodstains on the floor, she closed the door.
In the distance, flickering flames and shouts from many people could be faintly heard; they must have discovered the corpse.
Ignoring the commotion outside, she took out the dagger from her waist and examined it closely.
The dagger was about twenty centimeters long, not very large, resembling a military knife. It was entirely silver, with only the handle being black and featuring a series of anti-slip grooves.
She lightly tapped it, producing a crisp 'ding' sound.
This seemingly ordinary dagger had just clashed with her Cross Sword for about ten exchanges without showing any signs of dulling, indicating the high quality of its material.
However, aside from that, there were no markings on the dagger, making it impossible to find any clues through it.
"Who could it be?"
She frowned slightly while looking at the dagger.
Although there were many children of wealthy or powerful figures among the academy's students, she couldn't think of anyone who might have a motive against her.
Since they could mobilize Knight Level experts, the person behind this must be someone beyond the academy's control.
The academy was not reliable; this feeling of being completely passive made her somewhat uncomfortable.
She glanced around the disarrayed room; the battle had left the entire dormitory in shambles. Even the bedding on the bed had been slashed open, and the pillow was completely torn apart, spilling white feathers all over the floor.
However, despite this chaos, the desk by the window remained intact, with a red leather book quietly resting there.
Suddenly, her eyes narrowed slightly.
In the descriptions of the materials she had been searching for, wizards of transcendence could be considered omnipotent beings. This was somewhat different from the mages she had read about in her previous life. In her own words, wizards were actually a group of powerful "scientists" or "erudites" who pursued truth and developed themselves. Their combat methods were also quite strange and unpredictable, not merely casting fireballs while countering with ice shields like typical spellcasters.
It was said that they could communicate with the underworld, foresee the future, and control people's thoughts; even a single glance could cause someone to drop dead without any visible wounds.
The elderly man she knew, Hegel, happened to be related to wizards.
Moreover, judging by his usual tone, she suspected that perhaps long ago he had also been a wizard but lost his powers for some reason and ended up stranded in this continent devoid of wizards.
Recalling that enigmatic "test," she lightly flicked the dagger in her hand.
"Perhaps he can help me answer this question."
...
The next morning.
Dragon Academy still appeared calm and peaceful as students walked to their classrooms after breakfast.
Freya glanced at the path where she had chased yesterday.
There was no difference from before; all traces of blood and bodies had vanished.
She cast a slight glance at the academy guards not far away and vaguely noticed that their expressions today were much more serious than usual.
From this, she gained a slight understanding of the mystery surrounding wizards, but if memories were erased, then knowledge about the "Final Chapter of the Stabbing Sword" would likely be wiped away as well... So, her previous symptoms...
After thinking for a moment, she nodded directly.
"Alright, I've decided to go to your Wizard Academy."
It seemed that Hegel had already anticipated the girl's response; he showed no surprise, only a slight smile. He turned and waved his hand at her.
"Smart choice. Now, follow me, and I will tell you what you've always wanted to know."
Freya looked at the old man's back and quickly followed him.
In the familiar room, Hegel walked to the bookshelf and pulled out a black-covered booklet from the top shelf, handing it to Freya.
"This is your admission certificate. It allows you to enroll without an entrance exam and also grants you free study in one subject. You can glance at the notes on it; there's no need to take them seriously."
Freya took it and looked at the front of the black booklet, which had letters composed in Angmaric: "Aelgreen Wizard Academy Admission Certificate - Hegel. Issued by Taboli."
The name of this academy was surprisingly the same as the prefix of the library, which caught Freya's attention.
She opened the booklet and quickly scanned through it, only to find that the contents were quite bizarre. For example: "New students are not allowed to pick flowers or plants from the garden without a tutor's arrangement; consequences are at their own risk." "New students are not allowed to roam in the floating building without a tutor's arrangement; consequences are at their own risk..."
There were numerous similar statements scattered throughout, all ending with "consequences are at their own risk," indicating that the Wizard Academy was not responsible for its students.
"Alright, let me tell you some basic knowledge about wizards."
Hegel watched as Freya closed the booklet with a look of disbelief and gestured for her to sit down before continuing.
"Wizards are essentially a group of extraordinary humans who have broken through the limits of mortals and are on the path to truth. Here, breaking through mortal limits does not refer to physical limitations but rather to those concerning the soul or spiritual limits."
The old man paused for a moment, then looked at Freya seriously.
"I actually don't need you to do much, just two things." He held up two fingers. "First, I want you to deliver a letter to a wizard named Lisa. Second, I want you to kill someone."
"Kill someone?" Freya's eyes narrowed slightly, filled with suspicion. "Is it a... wizard?"
"That's correct." Hegel's previously kind face now bore a hint of ferocity, but seeing Freya's strange expression, it gradually softened again.
He waved his hand dismissively. "You don't need to worry; I don't want you to kill him immediately. Instead, wait until you are promoted to Official Wizard and have sufficient strength."
"That might be too heavy a price for me!" She frowned slightly, her displeasure evident.
Although she didn't know how powerful a wizard could be, that didn't mean she was unaware of the immense danger involved.
After all, whether she could be promoted to wizard in the future was still uncertain; this was entirely an irresponsible gamble on Hegel's part.
"Well... it is indeed unfair to you." The old man nodded, lightly tapping the table as he thought. "Alright, besides recommending you to Wizard Academy, I will grant you two wishes, but only within my capabilities."
"Two wishes within your capabilities?" Freya looked at Hegel, somewhat skeptical of his words. The term 'wishes' covers a vast range of possibilities. Even though she didn't know the old man's true power, his tone did seem a bit exaggerated.
"Yes, two wishes—whether it's wealth or status, or something else—as long as it's within my ability, I will fulfill them."
The old man smiled and opened his arms.
Freya observed Hegel's demeanor; in truth, she didn't lack anything. She already had what she needed.
After thinking for a moment, she suddenly took out the dagger from her waist that she had acquired last night.
"Then can you help me find out who is behind this dagger?"
This was originally something that was meant to be checked by Hegel, but now there were unexpectedly two wishes added, and without any cost, so it was brought out directly.
Hegel looked at the ordinary dagger on the table, raised an eyebrow slightly, and confirmed.
"Is this your first wish? No changes?"
"Yes!" Freya nodded.
"Alright, since you are sure."
With that, he reached for the dagger, gently touched it, then brought it to his nose to sniff, and lightly flicked it.
"Ding..."
A crisp vibrating sound came from the dagger, followed by a gray smoke that dripped onto the table like floating dust.
Freya stared blankly at the smoke accumulating on the table, twisting as if it were alive.
Before long, it surprisingly gathered into a strange female face.
The face pressed against the table blinked its hollow eyes and finally fixed its gaze on Hegel.
Although she was somewhat prepared mentally, Freya still felt a chill at this bizarre scene.
Hegel did not notice the girl’s pale expression but raised the dagger in his hand and directly asked the face.
"Provide information about the owner of this dagger and their current identity."
"Steel Dagger, previous owner: Mason. Caleto, male, thirty-nine years old, currently belongs to Eisen. Drew is his personal bodyguard." A hoarse and muffled voice emerged from the mouth of that face.
"Thank you very much!" Hegel nodded.
"You're welcome..." After that, the corners of the face's mouth curved slightly, making a smiling gesture before freezing in place and slowly dissipating.
"...What was that..." Freya looked at the strange dissipating smoke, so much so that her response was overlooked. From the old man's tone, it seemed that this face was some kind of life form.
"It's just a Shadow Tracking Technique. If you choose the Shadow System, you'll have the chance to learn it as well," Hegel explained with a smile. "However, since your wish is so simple, if this Aisendru has bothered you, I'll help you deal with it."
Freya, still caught up in thoughts about that thing, was taken aback by Hegel's words and then gently nodded.
"Alright then, have you thought about your second wish?"
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