As she walked out of the library, the rain had stopped outside and the black sky was shining with a few stars.

　　Freya took the umbrella in her hand and gently bumped it on the steps.

　　The feeling of air in her chest had returned to a calm, and although she knew it was only temporary, there was still a sense of relief at being freed from her chains.

　　She looked back to the library, still amazed at Hegel's inexplicable request and wondering what his true intentions were.

　　This seemingly incomplete price was not very difficult for her, but compared to what Hegel had given, what she had paid was simply the same as nothing.

　　Moreover, even if she couldn't finish reading the entire library in half a year, so what?

　　‘Equivalent exchange...or is it that he has other intentions?’ She faintly guessed in the bottom of her heart.

　　However, despite the doubts in her heart, the thought that she had actually vaguely come into contact with that legendary sorcerer gave her a strong sense of unreality.

　　The mystery of this world seemed to have finally revealed a corner in front of her, allowing her to faintly see what was inside, that which her heart desired.

　　And according to Hegel's words, she could clearly see that such legendary existences as sorcerers seemed to have a strong connection with some of the great nobles.

　　‘Great nobles...Rudin Imperial Academy...’ she gently touched her chest, her eyes revealing a bright light.

　　Half a year later.

　　The large sword classroom.

　　More than a dozen trainees were wielding the wooden swords in their hands to do some standard movements of cleaving, and in front of them was a round log used for practice.

　　With the sparse chopping, a heavy ‘thud’ sound was made.

　　Raika, who was dressed in a swordsman's uniform, patrolled these people with a serious gaze.

　　With half a year of practice, although these trainees were still very young, their strength and posture had already improved greatly, at least compared to half a year ago it could be said that there was a world of difference.

　　He slightly swept his eyes over the crowd before his sight finally settled on a young girl on the far left wearing the same swordsman's outfit.

　　Compared to the heavy slashes of the others, that young girl's strength wasn't strong, but the precision was difficult even for him to achieve.

　　As the wooden sword in her hand slashed at the round log again and again, the air would actually make a slight cracking sound, and the speed of her sword swing was much, much faster than the others.

　　And in the middle of that round wood was a deep groove.

　　I don't know how many times the young girl hacked, but a slight sound suddenly emitted from the round wood.

　　‘’Ka-ching.‘’

　　In that groove, a deep crack split from the centre and banged twice as it fell to the ground.

　　This sudden sound caused everyone else to stop the movements in their hands and turn their heads to look over there, revealing astonished gazes.

　　‘Holy shit...another one broke, this is the third one, right?’

　　‘Freya's precision is really high, every sword cuts in the same spot...it seems like that's how she cut Gude over the last sparring session...she's pretty and has high sword skills...if only...’

　　"Hmph! I can cut over even that scum level of Gude ......"

　　The noisy whispers made Leka frown slightly.

　　"What are you looking at! If no one continues to practice in five seconds, you guys will see for yourselves!"

　　Laika's threat immediately silenced the crowd and stifled their practice.

　　Not caring about the emotions of the trainees, Leka turned his head to look at the young girl who directly replaced a log to continue practising with a satisfied gaze, and let out a sigh of admiration in his heart.

　　Although these ten or so trainees had all improved, the one who had improved the most was undoubtedly Freya.

　　Whether it was the precision of her swordsmanship or her calmness during sparring, it all showed him the endless potential in the body of this young girl in front of him.

　　Moreover, he had heard that she also had high attainments in languages and history, making her one of the strongest amongst the entire freshmen class.

　　‘’Perhaps this time, there will be a vote for her in the freshman quota of the Imperial Capital Academy, it's just that those dudes... forget it! Let's help out if we can!‘’

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　　Laika secretly decided in the bottom of his heart that for a seedling with strong potential like Freya, even he didn't want to be buried in the hands of those rotten nobles.

　　Unaware of her sword teacher's expectations of herself, at this moment, Freya was working hard to try and increase her own strength.

　　Over the past half a year, as her knowledge grew, she felt more and more that she had a serious bias in her stabbing sword fencing.

　　Even though her own agility had been increasing with the growth of her body and her usual exercises, she was almost considered stagnant in terms of strength.

　　With her current level, if she continued this for a long time, she could clearly see a huge disadvantage for herself in the future, a disadvantage that couldn't be remedied no matter what.

　　‘Perhaps it's because the author of that book in the first place also stopped at this level.’ She thought with some regret in the bottom of her heart.

　　Since her strength couldn't be increased, she combined herself with what she knew and tried to make up for this shortcoming by using her accuracy.

　　Striking the same location without stopping to make up for the flaw in power with quantity was the only way she had at the moment.

　　It's just that, recently, she found out that this method was heading in the right direction, but in actual combat, it was really a bit of a drag, after all, no one can stand and let you slash continuously.

　　"Alright! That's enough practice for today, put your swords away! You guys stay and clean up, got it!" Laika's voice suddenly interrupted her thoughts.

　　In turn, the crowd let out a low cheer and quickly put their wooden swords back in their racks to leave quickly.

　　Freya frowned slightly as she also put her wooden sword back as well, but her mind was still pondering about how she could incorporate this method into a real battle.

　　It was at this moment that Sophia approached her with a smile on her face, looking like she was in a good mood.

　　"Freya, are you still going to the library this afternoon? My boyfriend is going to organise a trip to the beach this afternoon, do you want to come over?"

　　The kind invitation made Freya raise an eyebrow.

　　In fact, at Hegel's expense, she had finished reading the books in the library a month earlier, but she still went to the library in the afternoon out of aftereffects.

　　It was only recently that the aftereffects seemed to be on the verge of being fully resolved as well, so she had a bit more free time and would occasionally go for entertainment.

　　But after thinking about Sophia's invitation, she decided to decline.

　　‘No, I still have things to do in the afternoon, you guys can play.’

　　‘It's a rare occasion to go to the beach, I heard that Aisen will be there too, are you really not going?’

　　‘Aisen?’ She frowned lightly at the name.

　　Since the first time she rejected that letter, this big noble son, seemed to be intentionally or unintentionally trying to get close to her, and also said some words in front of many people that made the relationship between the two of them **, although she didn't care about this, but the gazes of some cadets she knew looking at her always contained an unknown look.

　　And Sophia was one of those who misunderstood in such windy words.

　　Even with an adult mentality, she still felt offended at such clumsy tricks, and if it wasn't for the fact that she was in the way of that status that was placed there, with her current state of mind she would have done something long ago.

　　‘I really have something to take care of this afternoon.’

　　‘Alright then.’ Seeing Freya's refusal, Sophia didn't feel any disappointment.

　　‘Knock knock’

　　The door to the room of the fencing room was suddenly knocked on.

　　Frya looked there and saw a thin, ordinary teenager wearing noble clothes smilingly leaning beside the door looking right at the two.

　　And Sophia, who was on the side, had a happy face when she saw that person and waved her hand.

　　"Thomas, what are you doing here! That weird old man Oni didn't mop up today, did he?"

　　As she spoke, she trotted over to him, even her heavy pace seemed to become lighter.

　　Freya blushed strangely as she watched Sophia gently pick up Thomas, how it didn't seem to fit.