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Although Black Ash was cleaned up, the scorch marks on the Ceiling were impossible to hide.
However, this was inevitable. She lightly clapped her hands and stood in place, removing her sweat-soaked clothes. She then found a formal white long dress in the wardrobe and changed into it, tying a light yellow belt around her waist, which immediately accentuated the curves of her figure.
After adjusting the slightly tight bodice, she patted her face to make her previously tense expression appear more natural.
Once she finished these tasks, she finally opened the door.
Outside, Bert was still in his Gray Robe, leaning against the door and quietly reciting something.
Freya suddenly opening the door seemed to startle him, and he looked quite frightened.
"Let's go," Freya said lightly as she stepped out of the room and glanced at him.
"Oh." Hearing Freya's command, Bert quickly moved in front of her to lead the way.
Count Romando had established one of the closest cooperative relationships between Katia City and the academy. Even during Saradin's downfall, he had not abandoned them. Recently, it seemed that Saradin had finally resolved some of its aftereffects, and Count Romando likely came to congratulate them upon hearing the news. (To be continued)
Twenty minutes later.
The room appeared somewhat dim due to the thick curtains covering the windows, and a faint energy aura surrounded the edges of the windows and door, blocking out various sounds from outside.
Freya sat quietly in the chair at her desk, with several books and notes scattered in front of her. The notes were densely filled with various complex formulas, the ink still wet, indicating they had been written not long ago.
Freya herself waved her hands while murmuring an unknown incantation. Streams of energy coalesced into Phantoms that sparked with flames as her fingers moved.
Unbeknownst to her, her mental energy was slowly constructing a complex Model under her control. Tiny red energies seemed to be drawn towards the Model as it gradually formed.
‘Huh…’
With a slight sound, a fireball the size of a human head appeared before Freya, quietly burning.
The Purple Flame emitted no heat, resembling a Phantom, casting a mesmerizing aura on Freya's face.
Freya gazed silently at the floating flames, her expression unchanged. Suddenly, she halted her hands mid-air and slowly pressed them down towards the flames.
The Purple Flame seemed to be compressed by some kind of Force Field, shrinking as Freya gradually brought her hands together.
A wave of intense heat began to emerge as the flames contracted, causing the temperature in the room to rise significantly.
Even Freya could feel the intensity of this heat; beads of sweat trickled down from her temples, yet her hands did not cease their pressure.
As the flames compressed rapidly, the Model formed by her mental energy also changed swiftly. Rows of complex formulas were extracted, and new formulas were filled in to perfectly occupy the vacant positions.
The massive Spell Model began to condense slowly as the frequency of its exchange increased.
When the Purple Flame was compressed to the size of a ping pong ball, Freya saw mysterious runes flickering rapidly within the flame and red Energy Particles being forced together due to external pressure.
"Ding."
With a crisp sound like metal colliding, the flame compressed into a ping pong ball suddenly shrank further, then rapidly expanded.
A hot airflow with intense temperature burst out of Freya's control, heading straight for the ceiling of the room.
"Whoosh!!!"
The enormous flame immediately ignited fiercely against the ceiling. The purple light instantly illuminated the dim room.
Freya maintained her posture with both hands raised. Beads of sweat covered her face, and the high-intensity mental exertion caused waves of dizziness in her head.
As the ceiling grew darker from being scorched by the Purple Flame, she felt the dispersion of Energy Particles. Freya suddenly pulled her hands back.
An invisible force caused the scattered flames to quickly retract and gather.
In no time, it returned to the size of a ping pong ball.
Looking at the translucent purple sphere before her, Freya's expression brightened as she gently grasped it.
The faint purple glow slowly dissipated between her fingertips.
"Ashfire improved version. It's done! The casting incantation has been simplified to four characters, which means I already have three optimized Spells in my hands."
In a good mood, Freya released the energy fixed on the curtains and pulled open the thick drapes.
Bright sunlight immediately streamed in, and several young students who were not in class passed by on the road in the distance. Upon seeing Freya, they immediately bowed in greeting.
Feeling their respectful gazes, Freya smiled in acknowledgment.
'The mental strength of a Third-Rank Apprentice is already stable, and although I still have many Magic Stones, giving half of the materials to Saradin has now become an issue for improving my mental strength. Moreover, advancing to Official Wizard is not simply about increasing mental strength; there are other promotion conditions. It is said that during the promotion to wizard, there is also an opportunity to fix a certain Spell directly in one's mind as an Empowerment Spell...’ Looking out at the scenery, Freya fell into deep thought.
The promotion methods for each Official Wizard are absolutely confidential, and information about them is scarce outside of the Wizard Organization or families. Even Saradin would not exchange his promotion method as a resource; after all, if someone knows a wizard's initial promotion method, they could potentially grasp the essence or even life of that wizard from a side perspective.
"Furthermore, the promotion to Official Wizard represents an elevation of life level. From an academic standpoint, Official Wizards truly separate themselves from ordinary people and reach a new realm. However, I still know too little about this area. The academy must have relevant information, but I still have a long time before I can return... And the success rate of advancing to wizard is also uncertain..."
While pondering, a knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.
'Knock knock knock'
"Freya Senior Sister, it's Bert. Count Romando has arrived, and Teacher Sara asked me to call you over. I'm waiting for you outside," came the youthful voice of a boy from outside the door.
"Got it, please wait a moment."
Freya frowned slightly. She glanced at the ceiling, which had turned black from the recent optimization of the Spell, with fine Black Ash slowly falling from above.
Noticing that her room was somewhat messy due to her actions, she gently snapped her fingers. A light breeze formed in the room, quickly sweeping away all the Black Ash on the floor and her body, leaving everything clean.
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