Three days later.

　　On the calm sea, a black sailing ship sailed at an even speed.

　　The ship wasn't big and its appearance was ordinary, but a flag with a black flying eagle pattern was planted on the topmost watchtower.

　　That was the flag of Daziel City.

　　Wearing a long white dress, Freya stood quietly by the side of the ship, the salty sea breeze blowing her hair, not far away were the sounds of sailors talking in a messy manner, and the sea water hitting the hull of the ship made a clattering sound.

　　Although the events of Daziel City had passed, there hadn't really been any damage too heavy, except for the injuries to four people, including Darmstine and Nick.

　　Freya had also been blessed by the misfortune of being on the verge of breaking through the intermediate level of knights to reach the peak of her strength, and the most important thing was the mysterious earring she was now wearing.

　　And this mysterious power she had only vaguely mentioned in the book was the power of the legendary sorcerer.

　　‘I wonder if that's true.’

　　She who had been standing quietly subconsciously touched the ear pendant, the cold touch made her spirit tremble, and it seemed that some small dots of coloured particles were floating meaninglessly in the air in her originally clear line of sight, and then shortly afterwards her vision returned to normal.

　　This strange phenomenon made her frown slightly, because with the appearance of this strange phenomenon, the sense of qi in her chest seemed to have been implicated as well, becoming a bit restless, but it soon quieted down again.

　　This phenomenon had been occurring to her from time to time since the first night after leaving Daziel City.

　　Originally, she thought that the irritability driven by her qi sense was just due to her strength growing too fast, but at this moment, she thought that it was because of that earring...

　　The colourful particles that were like illusions within her sight seemed like a scene from the first time the earrings' mysterious power was turned on.

　　Although there wasn't much of a negative effect on her own body at the moment, who knew if there would be any problems in the future.

　　And Freya found that even if she removed the earrings, this phenomenon would still appear.

　　‘Is it an aftereffect from using the earrings?’

　　She guessed in the back of her mind that if it was an aftereffect, perhaps things would be a bit difficult to deal with.

　　Though the buoyant feeling of Qi in her chest could be suppressed with a little control.

　　But, the important thing was that she knew absolutely nothing about this aftermath-like phenomenon, and she didn't know if it would worsen or dissipate in the future, and that made her mind a bit grim.

　　The Baron and the others were busy with something in the cabin so they didn't come out, Freya who stood there for a while was thinking of going back to the cabin as well when the conversation of the group of sailors not far away caught her attention.

　　‘Dragon harbour ah, you young people have never been there, do not know the beauty of that place! The usual streets are paved with marble slabs, there are shops everywhere, you can meet anyone and everyone, it's one of the biggest cities in the Rudin Kingdom.’

　　The one who spoke was a middle-aged man with two moustaches, his face dark from being exposed to the sun so often, wearing a white singlet with a black wooden stick supporting his right foot, and was currently bragging with a fluttering brow to the newcomer sailors who had gathered around him.

　　‘...The sea is full of merchant ships, and the Gargoyle Harbour is said to be called a place where you can buy anything, so if you've been there once you'll know the charm of that place!’

　　Seeing the newcomers around him who revealed a look of longing, that middle-aged man revealed a smug expression, and after a pause, he continued.

　　‘However, from Daziel City to Dragon Harbour, if you encounter a tailwind, the fastest time is half a month, but if it is a headwind, it is difficult to say, and in the sea, in addition to storms, in fact, we need to be most vigilant is that group of scum pirates of the Sea Nation, you guys look at, my foot is once surrounded by a group of pirates accidentally chopped off, you guys don't do nothing about it! ......’

　　Somewhat speechless, looking at the big man's raised right foot, the corner of Freya's mouth twitched slightly.

　　Although the wound had already aged, and the flesh tissue had already fused with the wooden stick, but with her vision she could still vaguely distinguish that it was obviously not a wound from a sharp weapon, but seemed to have been bitten off by some kind of animal.

　　However, she did not have the leisure to deliberately break it, but walked over to where the sailors were and asked with a curious tone.

　　‘Pirates of the sea race? Aren't we humans in an alliance with them? How can we still be attacked?’

　　The crisp voice caused the middle-aged man who was gushing and bragging about his past to freeze, then seeing Freya across the table, his tone instantly became much more respectful as he replied.

　　‘It's like this, miss, although we do have a covenant with the sea races, but it can only bind most of the sea races, some of the exiled sea races and human bandits are the same as not being governed by the covenant, so they often attack human merchant ships.’

　　‘Oh? Often attack merchant ships?’ Freya frowned, her eyes sweeping towards the azure-coloured sea, her mind wondering what she was contemplating.

　　Seeing Freya's expression, the middle-aged man hurriedly continued.

　　‘However, Miss, you don't have to worry, our ship is flying the flag of Daziel City's City Lord's Mansion, and there is still a sufficient deterrent for ordinary sea bandits, so please rest assured that we will definitely escort you safely to the giant dragon harbour!’

　　That middle-aged big man said and even patted his chest in an appearance of assurance.

　　Hearing what the man said, Freya's eyes flashed, then she smiled and nodded her head.

　　‘Hehe, then I'm relieved.’

　　‘Daziel City's power can actually extend to such a faraway location, it seems that that young city lord of Murfitt does have a considerable amount of strength as well, but it doesn't have too much significance for me right now, after all, that place is just a passing phase...’

　　While pondering some of Daziel City in his mind, the shouts of the sailors suddenly came from the stern of the ship.

　　‘Hurry up! Work harder, we'll be able to add more food at night.’

　　‘Ryan! What are you doing, hurry up and lend a hand with that rope!’

　　‘All harder!!!’

　　Five or six sailors were ***ing their upper bodies, skilfully dragging a fishing net slowly onto the deck.

　　With a clatter, a net of fresh fish and prawns was instantly thrown onto the deck, and seawater flowed out along the drainage outlet.

　　‘Great harvest! Big harvest!’

　　Looking at the large amount of fish and prawns, several sailors worked seven-handedly to load them all into the pre-prepared buckets.

　　The nets were spilled when they set sail and were not pulled until now.

　　This caused Freya to show a curious look as well.

　　‘Haha, look what we've caught!’ A young sailor, who was burying his head in loading fish, suddenly shouted out, holding up a large silver-coloured fish of nearly half a metre or so in his hand.

　　This sudden shout drew the sailors beside her who had been chatting idly.

　　As for Freya, who was standing still, she could vaguely see the silver fish's appearance with her eyesight.

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　　The body of the fish, in addition to the scales are pure silver and more dense than ordinary fish, in fact, there is not much difference, but as Freya looked towards the position of the head of the fish, but let her face slightly changed.

　　The head of the fish was a human face that seemed to be twisted to the extreme out of fear, and at that moment the strange fish was still alive out of the water and was breathing through its mouth as if calling for help.

　　‘What is that thing?’ Freya frowned at the sailor who was dancing as if he had picked up a large sum of money, and asked the middle-aged man next to him.

　　‘Back to Miss, that's the ghost face fish that can only be caught in the deep sea, it's a relatively rare fish, although it's similar to the common human face fish in the market, however, no matter the price and nutritional value is many times higher than the human face fish, I didn't expect to actually catch one by good luck this time, ordinary people can't taste it ah!’

　　The middle-aged man saw the Ghost Face Fish and said with great joy.

　　‘Er...ordinary people can't taste it.’ Freya looked at the terrifying silver fish with a strange face, goosebumps rising on her body, it was hard for her to think that someone would take this fish that seemed to distort a human face and eat it directly.

　　Perhaps the noise of the sailors disturbed the baron in the cabin, he walked out of the cabin a little unhappy, but when he saw the ghost face fish in the hands of the sailor, he froze slightly and a relieved expression appeared on his face, it seemed that he also knew this kind of fish.

　　‘Father.’ Seeing the Baron come out, Freya waved her hand in greeting.

　　Hearing Freya's voice, the Baron turned his head and smiled as he walked over.

　　‘How is your body recovering?’ The low voice carried concern.

　　Freya nodded and said. ‘It's almost done.’

　　The Baron seemed to be uneasy as he pinched her arm, and only relaxed slightly after finding that it was really a complete recovery as she had said.

　　His attitude towards Freya since she was promoted to Knight rank was not as harsh as it once was, just as a child grows into an adult and the parents don't discipline them too much anymore.

　　And what happened to Daziel, so fierce that he was about to lose his life, the Baron was also in the last place where no one was, solemnly said something to her, something that was normally hard to tell.

　　She still remembered clearly her face reflected in the bloodshot eyes of the Baron as he faced her then.

　　‘’Freya, you have grown up, I will give my full support to any decision you make no matter what it is, but only this time, I do not agree with it ...... In the future no matter what, the only way to keep on being strong is to live, and as your father, I also hope that you can keep on living ...You know what...‘’

　　The low words let her know that the Baron's true feelings towards her as a father were unique.

　　Perhaps the Baron's words were something she could spend the rest of her life implementing.

　　‘Tonight, we'll make soup of that ghost-faced fish for you and the rest of them.’

　　In a trance the Baron's words snapped her out of her memories and she looked away from the sailors who were still there showing off, still blushing strangely.

　　‘Er... does father know about that kind of fish too?’

　　‘Well, I once ate it during a banquet in the Byron Imperial Capital, and that fish has a very good healing effect on one's body, and it's very tonic. In Byron, the lower nobles have never even seen it.’

　　When the Baron was young, he used to be someone who had seen big scenes in Byron, only to look away later before returning to his old home and becoming a party lord.

　　This was evident from when Philip and talked in the past.

　　‘Oh.’ Freya nodded thoughtfully, then she suddenly said. ‘By the way, father, have you ever encountered something with magical power before.’

　　‘Something with magical powers?’ The Baron frowned at her and said with some confusion. ‘Why are you asking this question?’

　　‘I...’ just as she was about to explain with something made up, the Baron thought straight.

　　‘Magical power stuff ...... It's not really a big secret, with your current strength, you've probably already seen those things.’

　　Without answering, Freya's eyes flashed and she nodded gently. It seemed that the Baron really did know something about those things.

　　‘These things, we call them magical items, legend has it that they are things handed down from sorcerers, most of these things are unusable, and even the ones that are intact are easily damaged, but without exception they all have shocking and mysterious power, but after using them there are more or less some serious aftereffects. Those who possess them are basically some great nobles, and ordinary people may never see one in their lifetime.’

　　‘Sorcerer...’ Freya secretly noted these two words in her heart, and then went on to ask.

　　‘Then father, do you know what the after-effects are after using it?’

　　‘It is said that after using it, a good one will slowly become physically weak or paralysed, but a bad one will directly kill you without even a chance of resuscitation!’ The Baron replied in a fine voice, then he slightly frowned and scanned Freya up and down in a sceptical tone. ‘Did you ......’

　　‘I didn't use that kind of item!’ Seeing the look cast over by the Baron, Freya hurriedly said. ‘I just saw a few people using that kind of item when they fought when I was wandering around Daziel City, so I was curious and asked.’

　　Listening to Freya's words, the Baron stared at Freya seemingly discerning the truth of what she said.

　　After a long time, he turned back to his eyes and said seriously, ‘Then you are really lucky that you didn't get affected, the abilities of the magical items are very mixed, but they are all powerful things, if you come across them again in the future, just turn around and run away, don't hesitate! In front of that kind of thing, even Grand Knight level powerhouses some of them would be killed in seconds straight away!’

　　‘Mm, I know!’

　　Noticing the Baron's lack of scepticism, Freya secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but her heart was also secretly gloomy.

　　‘The aftereffects, although it hasn't reached a serious point yet, it seems that it's not optimistic either, one's knowledge is still too narrow after all, and one doesn't know anything... The Rudin Kingdom's one-of-a-kind giant dragon harbour... I don't know if there are any clues there.’

　　While pondering about herself and the Baron pulled towards other topics again.

　　And while speaking, her originally clear vision steeply blurred again...this time the frequency was heck of a lot earlier by ten minutes compared to the previous two days...

　　This caused Freya to subconsciously touch her slightly fluctuating sense of Qi, a faint sense of urgency making her mind somewhat depressed.

　　Fifteen days later. It was as if the sea was boundless.

　　In the midst of countless merchant ships, an ordinary black medium-sized sailing ship slowly sailed into the city called Dragon Harbour.

　　On the deck, Freya, who was dressed in a competent swordsman's outfit with a cross sword hanging from her waist, looked at the huge harbour not far away with an icy expression.

　　In her line of sight, the floating coloured particles were no longer disappearing, but were in front of her eyes all the time, and the feeling of qi between her chest had been constantly suppressed by her, lest it would explode out in an instant.