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The environment of the inn wasn't great, but there wasn't much to complain about when traveling.
The few warriors drinking did not stop their noisy chatter upon Freya's entrance; they continued to make a ruckus.
Freya glanced at the weapons they carried, most of which were hunting bows and short blades, and they were dressed in light Leather Armor, clearly standard attire for jungle combat. Their strength seemed to be around that of trainee knights.
A faint smell of blood wafted from them.
Freya could roughly guess their identities, but it had nothing to do with her.
After a quick look, she withdrew her gaze and followed the boy upstairs.
Compared to the noise on the first floor, the second floor was quieter. The two stopped in front of a door at the end of the corridor.
Upon opening the door, she found a clean room that had no unpleasant odors.
Noticing Freya's scrutinizing gaze, the boy cleverly walked over to the window and opened it, allowing the last rays of the evening glow to stream in.
"Milady, this guest room has never been occupied before; you are the first guest."
Ignoring the boy, Freya placed her suitcase on the ground, nodded in satisfaction, and turned back to flick a Silver Coin into the boy's hand.
"I need peace tonight; do not let me hear any other sounds."
"Yes, yes..." The boy's face lit up with joy as he pocketed the additional Silver Coin.
"Go now."
Once the boy respectfully exited the room, Freya slowly walked to the table and lit an oil lamp.
Under the dim light, she took out a book she hadn't finished reading on the carriage and continued where she left off.
With her current strength, she had already reached the peak in the world of ordinary people, but in the Wizarding World, she was still at its lowest level.
This world held too many fascinating and incredible things. Although it was dangerous, it captivated her and served as motivation for her to keep moving forward.
Unknowingly, the night sky had enveloped the earth, with twinkling stars dotting the dark expanse.
A gentle breeze wafted through the window, brushing against Freya's cheek, causing the flame of the oil lamp to flicker.
She set down the book she had finished reading and rubbed her slightly sore eyes.
On the table lay food that had already gone cold.
She took out a square biscuit and put it in her mouth. Although it was no longer warm, the aroma of scallion oil was still rich.
As she savored the food in her mouth, Freya gradually fell into deep thought.
She had now advanced to Third-Rank Apprentice, but she still lacked the strength expected of one at that rank.
Although she possessed close combat abilities that rivaled those of a Third-Rank Apprentice, her shortcomings were evident; she could not break through an energy Force Field instantly.
Most Third-Rank Apprentices had the ability to self-optimize their Spells. If Freya failed to eliminate them immediately, she would quickly be overwhelmed by various strange Spells.
This level of power was already comparable to some lower apprentices who possessed Cursed Items.
Back then, if Aishebun hadn't been distracted, Freya would likely have been eliminated right away.
This made her acutely aware of her own shortcomings. However, due to her affiliation, there was not much information about Positive Energy System Spell Models at Elgreen Academy, which was located in a war-torn area. Even the few she purchased were only related to Positive Energy in a tangential way.
After all, most wizards of the Positive Energy System lived in peaceful environments. Even in war-torn regions, they were mostly used for logistics or medical purposes.
"This trip to Katia happens to be in a peaceful area. Although resources are somewhat scarce there, I estimate that some things should still be available," Freya thought calmly.
Later on.
On the wide road leading to Aguia, a Black Carriage traveled alone.
The carriage was driven by a striking young girl dressed in a lady's hunting outfit, appearing to be around sixteen or seventeen years old.
Due to the jolting of the carriage, the slender figure of the girl swayed gently, her golden hair fluttering in the wind, giving off an impression of innocence.
This girl was Freya, who had left Berg Town five hours ago.
Holding the reins in one hand, she pulled out a map with the other.
According to the map, Katia City was located in the central part of Aguia, and she would need to pass through two or three cities along the way, taking another two or three hours to reach her destination.
Having confirmed her location, Freya put away the map and glanced at the silent forest on either side of the road.
As she moved further away from the academy, she felt an increasing sense of tranquility around her, a feeling untouched by the chaos of war.
Even when encountering other carriages on the road, she did not show any signs of caution.
This eased her previously tense heart considerably.
However, this peaceful atmosphere that had lasted for four hours was finally shattered shortly after Freya continued on her way.
Not far ahead, faint sounds of shouting and metal clashing reached her ears, accompanied by a subtle scent of blood.
This caused Freya, who had just begun to feel better, to furrow her brows slightly.
Without choosing to stop, Freya gently shook the reins in her hand and drove the carriage toward that direction.
As she drew closer, the sounds of shouting grew louder.
Freya squinted slightly and saw a group of bandits armed with various weapons attacking a silver carriage.
The silver carriage bore no special markings and appeared to be an ordinary family's vehicle.
Two armored warriors were desperately defending against the bandits' attacks; however, they were outnumbered. Despite having superior physical strength and swordsmanship compared to the bandits, they could not withstand their numbers.
During this intense standoff, one of the warriors suddenly trembled as a black crossbow bolt struck his forehead. He was then swiftly killed by bandits who rushed in to take advantage of the situation, cutting off any last hope for survival.
Another warrior was also killed by the bandits without the cover of his companions.
Freya quietly watched everything unfold. Robberies like this happened everywhere, and she did not find it surprising.
However, from her perspective, this seemingly ordinary attack was somewhat unusual. Although the bandits fought chaotically, their coordination indicated that they had undergone extensive training together.
Moreover, those black crossbow bolts were weapons that ordinary bandits could never obtain.
With a simple deduction, Freya could confirm that this was a deliberate act disguised as a robbery.
Yet even after seeing through their intentions, she had no particular thoughts about it; she was just a bit displeased with those who disrupted her good mood.
After the two obstructing warriors were killed, numerous bandits surged forward and quickly dragged a delicate-looking boy down from the carriage.
The boy appeared to be around ten years old, with brown hair and a slightly chubby face. He looked quite refined, but at that moment, he was clearly frightened by the bandits, his features twisted together as tears streamed down his face.
Freya, who was watching calmly from the side, changed her expression slightly upon seeing the boy. She noticed that he was wearing a gray robe, with a faint maple leaf-shaped mark visible on the back. (To be continued)
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