Being asked suddenly didn't surprise Freya a bit.

　　She nodded slightly and said.

　　‘Yes, I've learnt some basic swordsmanship and stabbing swords.’

　　"Stabbing sword? No wonder..."

　　Freya's voice wasn't loud and clear, only the content made Leka raise an eyebrow and look at her with some understanding.

　　Stabbing sword was just a fancy show-type sword art in most people's eyes, it didn't belong to the real combat category, like Freya's body type and temperament if people who didn't know her real details, it was hard to imagine that the stabbing sword she was talking about in her words was a kind of murderous sword art that was even more icy cold than the normal sword art.

　　Moreover, she now needed to keep suppressing her chi sense all the time, and her appearance was no different from that of an ordinary person.

　　However, there was no need for her to explain this.

　　After getting the information she wanted, Leka waved her hand, letting the crowd return to the group, and then said.

　　"I probably know your strengths, so those who have learnt swordsmanship stay here, and those who have not learnt swordsmanship go to the next room! And you... forget it, you stay."

　　That last sentence however, was spoken by Freya.

　　Although it was a stabbing sword, it also needed some training, only in Laika's mind, this somewhat icy young girl in front of her didn't really mean anything even if she played the stabbing sword well, it was just that the foundation might be a bit higher than the starting point of the trainees who hadn't learnt swordsmanship, which was why she was left behind.

　　The sound of sparse footsteps, the last ones left behind were the ten or so people who had just stepped out of the line.

　　Laika swept his eyes at the remaining few.

　　"You all pick up your wooden swords now, although you have learnt swordplay before, what I am teaching you now is the unified military practical swordplay of my Kingdom of Rudin, this is not something that can be compared to fancy stabbing swords, if you can't hold on to it, go to the next classroom at your own risk, got it! Now I'll teach you the basic stances."

　　A faint voice resounded in the room, followed by the sound of heavy slashes.

　　Freya and her group quietly watched Laika's movements, other than her, the other trainees all wore a faint surprise, thinking that it was the first time they were exposed to this kind of sword stance that was based on rigidity and heaviness.

　　And she also found a hint of Howard's and the Baron's swordsmanship in Leka's demonstration.

　　Overall, the swordsmanship he was rehearsing was actually the opposite path from the stabbing swordsmanship on Freya, just that she also felt a hint of inspiration for her own stabbing swordsmanship in it, which was quite worthy of the tuition she had paid.

　　Half a month later.

　　During this period of time, Freya had maintained a life of study, cafeteria, and library, three points and one line.

　　It was fairly fulfilling.

　　Because of her superb brain, the excellent talent she gradually revealed in the two subjects of language and history and that icy cold air of independence from the rest of the world made the other classes aware of her existence as a person.

　　Of course, apart from these two subjects, for Swordsmanship and Tactics, she didn't deliberately try to reveal her own details, but rather acted as a moderate.

　　As such, the other students' impression of her was that of an intelligent girl who was good at her studies but had a cold temperament and not many friends.

　　Inside the fencing classroom.

　　Laika looked at the several trainees below who were seriously practising the basic movements and nodded with satisfaction.

　　He clapped his hands to signal everyone to stop and stand together before he shouted.

　　"This is all for today! Tomorrow I will draw a few of you trainees to test the results of this half month! Got it?"

　　‘Yes...’

　　The breathless reply made Leka frown slightly.

　　"Didn't you guys eat! Speak up and say it again!"

　　‘Yes!’

　　The neat and loud reply resounded throughout the room.

　　"Hmm..! That's it!" He looked at the crowd with satisfaction and directly picked up the wooden sword next to him and walked out of the classroom.

　　When his back could not be seen, the ten or so trainees all let out a slight sigh of relief, for these ten or so days, they had also learnt the power of this sword art teacher, and apart from some fear in their hearts, they also had some admiration.

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　　Each of them packed up and prepared to leave.

　　Freya wiped the sweat stains on her forehead and put the wooden sword back on the scabbard.

　　Although Rudin's military swordsmanship was not suitable for her, she still trained with the other cadets as a way to work on her shortcomings in strength, only that although there was a hint of progress these days, it still looked like it yielded little results.

　　She was about to leave when suddenly a husky female voice came from behind her.

　　‘Freya, wait for me.’

　　As the entire Sword Art Room, the only two girls, she could certainly guess who it was.

　　‘What's wrong, Sophia?’

　　She turned back and looked curiously at the majestic woman who was running across the room.

　　This woman named Sophia was the only person she could talk to in the past ten days or so, but the relationship was only ordinary, usually just an unusual greeting, and she didn't expect her to take the initiative to call out to her now.

　　‘Are you still going to the library this afternoon?’ Sophia asked with a somewhat tangled look.

　　‘Yeah, is there something wrong?’

　　She went straight to the library after lunch these days for the sake of the aftereffects on her body, for more than ten days in a row, and since she didn't hide it too much, many people also knew about her habit.

　　‘Can I come with you?’ She raised her head and suddenly asked solemnly.

　　‘Uh...yeah.’

　　Freya looked at the woman in front of her with an odd expression, wondering what her intentions were.

　　"Really? Great!" Hearing Freya's answer, she looked quite happy, blushing slightly as she practically ran and jumped as she left the Sword Art Room. ‘Then I'll see you in the library this afternoon!’

　　Freya was somewhat speechless as she watched the man-like woman make that kind of action, with her experience she could totally see that it was a sign of a young girl in the prime of her life who was about to fall in love.

　　She just didn't know who the man that Sophia had her eyes on was.

　　After a simple lunch, she went directly to the library without stopping.

　　The large library usually didn't have many people, and the current time was even more so with only Freya herself.

　　Scanning outside the library, Sophia was probably still eating right now, and there was no sign of her.

　　Without much thought, she walked over to the bookshelf from before and pulled out a book that she hadn't finished reading last time.

　　‘Coming?’ A low voice came from behind her, and even though her heart was prepared for it, it still gave her a slight shock.

　　Turning her head, it was indeed the eccentric librarian, who was currently looking at her with a smile.

　　‘What are you planning to read today?’

　　‘Well, something about human potential development...’ said Freya with a smile as she retrieved her emotions.

　　Regarding the godforsaken librarian in front of her, she initially thought that she hadn't noticed because she was tired, but as she came and went over the past few days, she gradually realised that the old man in front of her did indeed have a strength that made her unable to see it as well.

　　Obviously looking like just an ordinary person, yet he could evade her senses, the root of which was perhaps that this old man's strength was much, much stronger than hers, and the only one above her was the Grand Knight...

　　‘There aren't many young people nowadays that like to read books anymore, well you read it, I won't bother, if you have any problems go straight to the room at the very back and look for me, I'm always there.’ The old man smiled and pointed to a brown wooden door at the very back of the library and said.

　　Although he didn't know the old man's exact strength, with his attitude towards Freya, he could also be seen to have a good feeling.

　　Moreover, in the brief conversations over the past few days, this old man did have the presence of university knowledge, so she didn't push back and said.

　　‘I see.’

　　However, when the old man had just taken a few steps, he suddenly seemed to think of something, he turned his head again and smiled to Freya.

　　‘By the way, I see that your qi and blood have been a bit restless lately, reading books also has a nourishing effect on the mind.’

　　‘......’

　　At this sudden unexplained words, Freya was slightly stunned as she looked at the old man who turned away once again, her brows gradually furrowing.