Most of the guards in the academy had the strength of an ordinary warrior, with only a few possessing the Knight rank.

　　But it would also be a troublesome matter if she was discovered, so she simply chose to leave.

　　After simply erasing her traces along the way, she returned to the dormitory.

　　Drying the blood on the floor with sand and dirt, she closed the door to her room.

　　The faint light of a fire and the shouts of many people came from the distance, so they must have found the body.

　　Ignoring the noise outside, she took out the dagger from her waist and examined it carefully.

　　The dagger was only about twenty centimetres in length, not very big, with a taste like a military spike, all silver in colour, only the handle part was black with a circle of non-slip threads.

　　She gently flicked on it, making a 'ding' crunching sound.

　　This seemingly ordinary dagger had just sparred with her Cross Sword against each other for about ten times, but it actually didn't have any curling edge at all, so it could be seen that the material used in its manufacture was good.

　　Only, on top of that, there was no mark on the dagger, so there was absolutely no way to find a clue through that.

　　"Who on earth is it?"

　　She frowned slightly as she looked at the dagger.

　　Although there were many cadets in the academy who were not children of rich and powerful people, she couldn't think of anyone who had a purpose for her even after guessing around.

　　Since they could mobilise a Knight-class expert, that person behind them must also be an existence that the academy couldn't control.

　　The academy could not be counted on, and this feeling of being completely in a passive position made her a little unhappy.

　　She swept her eyes over the messy room, the battle had left the entire dormitory in tatters everywhere, even the bedding on the bed had been hacked through with a large slit, and the pillows had even busted right open, spewing out white feathers all over the place.

　　However, even so, leaning against the desk in front of the window was intact, the red book quietly placed there.

　　Suddenly, her eyes narrowed slightly.

　　In the narratives of those materials she looked for, the legendary wizards could be considered omnipotent existences, which were slightly different from the wizards in the web novels she read in her previous life, in her own words, wizards were actually a group of 'scientists' with powerful powers who were known for pursuing truth and developing themselves or 'erudite', and their fighting style is also very bizarre and unpredictable, not a 'spell caster' where you put a fireball and I put an ice shield.

　　Legend has it that they can communicate with the underworld, foretell the future, control people's minds, and even a single look can cause a person to die a violent death straight away without seeing any wounds.

　　The old man she knew, Hegel, happened to be related to sorcerers.

　　Moreover, listening to the old man's usual tone, she had some guesses that perhaps he used to be a sorcerer a long, long time ago, only that he had lost his sorcerer's power for some reason, and was also exiled to this continent where there were no sorcerers.

　　Associating it with that bizarre and inexplicable 'test', she flicked the dagger in her hand.

　　"Perhaps, he can help me answer this question."

　　The next morning.

　　Gargoyle Academy was still calm as the cadets each headed into their classrooms after breakfast.

　　Freya passed by the road where the chase took place yesterday and looked at it.

　　It wasn't any different than before, the blood and bodies were all gone.

　　She slightly glanced at the academy guards not far away, but vaguely noticed that the guards looked much more serious today than in the past.

　　The gazes they looked at the surrounding trainees also had a scrutinising flavour to them.

　　Only, other than that it seemed as if nothing had happened.

　　'It seems that the academy's higher-ups have also made a decision to keep this matter secret and hidden.'

　　She withdrew her eyes and went to the cafeteria pretending to be in the same hurry as an ordinary cadet.

　　After eating breakfast, she didn't go directly to the linguistics classroom as usual, but turned in the direction of the library.

　　After all, because of money, the academy wasn't very strict with its students, and some of the cadets who intended to muddle through basically skipped classes for three days, and even serious cadets occasionally skipped classes when confronted with such a trend.

　　Although Freya had always played the role of a good student, skipping class once in a while wouldn't have much of an impact, I thought.

　　There weren't many people in the library as usual, and Freya saw that the old man was categorising some of the books that the cadets had left lying around to where they should stay.

　　Seemingly sensing her arrival, Hegel turned his head and put down what he was holding with a slight smile and said.

　　"Didn't scare you last night, did I? How about it, have you decided."

　　Freya stared into the old man's pale yellow eyes for a long time, she thought for a moment and deliberated.

　　"Although I have a longing for the legendary wizard, I know nothing about it, and for the 'equal exchange' you believe in, I guess this 'thing' that can change my life isn't free for you either, and . ...that test last night, what happens if I fail."

　　In response to the large string of questions that Freya asked, Hegel nodded appreciatively instead of being impatient and said.

　　"The one yesterday, it was just to test if you have the qualifications to become a sorcerer as I thought, of course, if you fail, you will lose all your memories about me, but you passed the test, then if you decide to head to the path of a sorcerer, I will answer the questions behind one by one to you, and if you decide not to go, I will erase all your memories as well, and we'll just pretend that we've never met."

　　"Memory wipe??" Freya's eyes flashed.

　　From this, there was also a hint of understanding of the mystery of the sorcerer, but if the memory erasure was done, then the knowledge about the Final Chapter of the Stabbing Sword would presumably be wiped out as well... then the kind of aftereffects she had before...

　　After just a little bit of thinking, she simply nodded her head and said.

　　"Alright, I've decided to go to the Sorcerer's Academy you mentioned."

　　As if he had already expected the young girl's answer, Hegel didn't have a trace of surprise, and just smiled slightly as he turned his head and waved at her.

　　"Smart choice, then come with me, I will tell you what you have always wanted to know."

　　Freya watched the old man's back and followed closely.

　　Inside the familiar room, Hegel walked over to the bookshelf and drew out a black-covered pamphlet at the top, handing it into Freya's hands behind her.

　　"This is the admission voucher, it allows you to enter the school without examination, and it also serves the purpose of learning a subject for free, the notes on it you can just take a look at it casually, you don't have to take it seriously."

　　Freya took it and looked at the letters in Angmar on the front of the black pamphlet, "Entrance Voucher for Elgrim Witch Academy - Hegel. Issued by Tapoli".

　　The fact that the name of this academy actually had the same prefix as the library made Freya take slight notice.

　　She flipped the pamphlet over and subsequently scanned it, only to find that the contents were all quaint, such as: new student trainees are not allowed to arbitrarily pick garden flowers and plants without the arrangement of their mentor, and they will be responsible for the consequences. New student without mentor arrangement, shall not freely walk in the floating building, the consequences of their own responsibility...

　　A whole bunch of similar statements scattered about, but at the end they were all labelled with the words 'Consequences at your own risk', one could see how irresponsible that Sorcerer's Academy was towards its students.

　　"Alright, then let me tell you some of the basics of wizards."

　　Hegel watched Freya close the booklet with a speechless face and signalled for her to sit down before continuing.

　　"Sorcerers are actually essentially a group of transcendent humans who have broken through the limits of mortals already possessing towards the truth, the breaking through of the limits of mortals here does not refer to the limits of the physical body, but rather it's about the limits on the soul or the limits here."

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　　He nodded his brain and said, "The composition of any matter is built by energy, whether it is flesh or dead matter or the ethereal soul, and the sorcerer is the one who has the ability to see through the essence, and the coloured particles that kept flashing in your eyes before are the various energy particles in the air, and that violent sense of qi is actually because of the interference of the plant energy particles and the consequences of the over-activity. Overactive consequences, I say this you understand?"

　　Freya nodded her head, what Hegel said seemed to be closely related to some of the knowledge from his previous life, yet it was different, however, it was within the scope of understanding if one thought differently.

　　While seeing Freya nodding, Hegel's eyes moved, as if he was feeling a bit incredulous that the young girl could understand what he was saying.

　　"You actually really understand, it's really... genius, but although you possess good willpower and intelligence, your qualification is only third level, it's a bit of a pity."

　　"Third grade qualification, what is that? What grade is it considered?" Freya caught the emphasis in the old man's words.

　　"Qualification is the title of the affinity between a sorcerer's talent and ability particles, qualification is divided into a total of five levels, from low to high, yours is considered medium, the highest level five qualification, whose from a young age can sense the existence of energy particles, and can also be easily controlled to use them, and the chances of becoming a sorcerer are also the greatest." Said this, the old man slightly sighed "I originally thought that you can see the energy particles, the least will be above the fourth level, what a pity."

　　"Level three...that's not bad." Freya nodded, in a trance somewhat understanding the sorcerer's description of qualifications.

　　If she used her own words, it was the degree of brain development and affinity for energy particles, but regarding the development of her brain she knew that it was only obtained by fusing with the original Freya of this world, if not for this matter, perhaps it was impossible for her to even have the talent to become a sorcerer.

　　As if on this topic on the old man also do not want to pull more, he continued.

　　"Although your qualifications are medium, but your affinity with energy particles and spiritual power is a natural first-class apprentice physique, if not, you could not have dragged so long to come here. And above the first class apprentice is the second class apprentice, then the third class, and only finally can you be promoted to a sorcerer, these things will be told to you later when you are in the academy, so I don't need to say more."

　　After listening to Hegel's simple narration, Freya gently nodded her head, and was considered to have some initial understanding of the legendary existence of sorcerers, then she asked her own question.

　　"According to you, this continent doesn't have many sorcerers in existence anymore, so how am I going to get to that Sorcerer's Academy, and what do you need me to do?"

　　"Every three years a group of wizard's merchant ships will pass through here, you're lucky this ship will come here early next month, at that time I will arrange for you to get on board, and it's not likely that you'll be able to run into someone of the same status as you on it."

　　"It should be a long way." Freya said with a slight frown, sailing on a yearly basis at a glance.

　　"Well, yes...it is far." Although Hegel's tone was calm, Freya could hear a hint of something unusual in it.

　　The old man paused, then looked solemnly at Freya and said.

　　"There aren't many things I actually need you to do, only two." He stretched out two fingers "Firstly, I want you to worship under a wizard named Liza to give her a letter, and secondly, I want you to kill someone."

　　"Kill someone?" Freya's eyes stared slightly, somewhat suspicious "It's a... witch, right?"

　　"No mistake." Hegel originally kind face, at this time some slightly grim, but see Freya some strange face and gradually converge.

　　He waved his hand hand said "You don't have to worry, I didn't ask you to kill him right away, but wait until you are promoted to a formal wizard and have enough strength."

　　"I'm afraid that's a bit too much for the price I'm paying!" She frowned slightly, slightly displeased.

　　Although she didn't know how powerful a sorcerer was right now, it didn't mean that she didn't understand the great dangers involved.

　　Knowing that it was still a matter of whether or not she would be able to be promoted to a sorcerer in the future, this was a completely irresponsible act of gambling that Hegel had done to her.

　　"Well...it is somewhat unfair to you." The old man nodded, gently tapped the table, and thought about it. "Well, apart from recommending you to go to the Sorcerer's Academy, I will grant you two wishes, but they are within my power."

　　"Two wishes within my power?" Freya looked at Hegel, somewhat not believing what he said, to know that the word wish is something with a great range, even though she didn't know the real strength of the old man in front of her, but saying it in such a tone did seem a bit exaggerated.

　　"Say it, two wishes, whether it's wealth or status, or something else, as long as it's within my power, I will fulfil you."

　　The old man said with a smile and an open arm.

　　Freya looked at the attitude shown by Hegel, in fact, she did not lack anything per se, she had everything she needed.

　　After a little thought, she suddenly took out the dagger from last night from her waist.

　　"Then can you help me find out who is behind this dagger?"

　　This was originally intended to be something that she wanted Hegel to help her find out, but now she actually had two more wishes out of nowhere, and she didn't have to pay anything, so she took it out straight away.

　　Hegel looked at the ordinary dagger on the table and raised his eyebrows slightly, confirming.

　　"This is your first wish? No more changes?"

　　"Yes!" Freya nodded.

　　"Well, now that you're sure."

　　With that, he reached out and picked up the dagger, gently touching it and placing it on top of his nose to sniff it, before flicking it on.

　　'Ding .......'

　　A crisp trill came out on top of the dagger, and then a grey smoke dripped down from the dagger onto the tabletop like floating ash along with that trill.

　　Freya stared blankly at the growing smoke on the table, twisting as if it were a living thing.

　　In a short while it actually gathered itself into a strange female face.

　　The face that suited on the tabletop, the empty eyes blinked and finally fixed on Hegel.

　　Although she was somewhat prepared mentally, Freya still had some creepy feelings when she saw this bizarre scene.

　　Hegel did not see the young girl whose face became slightly white, but raised the dagger in his hand and asked directly to that face.

　　"Tell us the information of the owner of this dagger and his current identity."

　　"Steel dagger, previous holder, Masson. Carlito, male, thirty-nine years old, currently belongs to Eisen. Drew personal guard." A raspy, slurred tone spilled out of the face's mouth.

　　"Well, thanks a lot!" Hegel nodded.

　　"You're welcome..." after saying that, the corners of that face's mouth curved up slightly in a laughing gesture before it directly fixed then slowly dissipated.

　　"...What was that..." said Freya as she looked at the strangely dissipating smoke, so much so that the reply that came out was ignored, listening to the old man's tone of voice, it seemed that the face hole was still a life form of some kind.

　　"It's just a shadow tracking technique, if you choose the shadow faculty there's a chance you'll learn it as well." Hegel smiled and explained "However, since you wish it to be so simple, if this Eisen. Drew has messed with you, I'll help you solve it all together."

　　Freya, whose thoughts were still stuck on that thing just now, heard Hegel's words and staggered for a moment, then nodded gently.

　　"Alright, then have you thought about the second wish?"