Freya stood by the window of her room, squinting slightly as she gazed out.

　　Her current position in the room seemed to be on the fourth floor, with an open view, and from this angle it was easy to see the rough outline of the city of Daziel.

　　Crisscrossing streets, bustling crowds, and a few rather unusual buildings.

　　In the distance, she even saw the location of what was once the Chabrol Manor.

　　Closer to the city's main residence was instead a residential area for the nobles.

　　A handful of blue-skinned sea people could be vaguely seen entering and exiting from there, behaving and moving like ordinary people no doubt.

　　And further away, was a trace of azure colour, a faint sound of waves coming from the direction of the sea.

　　Exhaling slightly, she felt that the chi sensation in her chest that was violent from time to time also gradually calmed down and came under her control in this environment.

　　Perhaps it was the aftereffects of her overly rapid strength growth slowly dissipating, which eased her mood.

　　Just when she was tired of looking into the distance and wanted to return to her bed to rest for a while.

　　Below, three pure black warhorses were speeding away from the City Lord's Mansion, which caused Freya to reveal a curious gaze.

　　The three riding the horses were all stout knights in armour, and the one in the lead was even more covered in pitch black armour, with a huge sword that was also black hanging at his waist, and a scarlet cloak fluttering behind him as the horses ran.

　　Even from a distance, Freyja could feel the terrifying aura of thick blood wrapped around that person's body.

　　This kind of aura might only have the feeling of being very powerful in the eyes of an ordinary person, but with her peak Knight's strength right now there was a big difference.

　　‘This person has definitely been to the battlefield, and has definitely killed more than a few people!’

　　Looking at that person's back with a somewhat gloomy face, Freya was a bit shocked in her heart, Daziel City actually really has people with this kind of strength, just don't know if it's the Pei Lie that that guard was talking about...

　　Perhaps the knight in black armour felt Freya's gaze, he turned his head fiercely while galloping his horse and looked in her direction.

　　The gaze that was like substance caused Freya to faintly freeze, even though it was far away, she seemed to inexplicably feel that that person could also see her.

　　And she could even vaguely feel the teasing emotion from that gaze.

　　She didn't know if this feeling was true or not, but that gaze really made her feel a pang of discomfort.

　　It was as if she was prey being watched by a lion...

　　‘...What the hell!’ Shaking her head slightly, she shook the strange feeling in her heart out of her mind.

　　When he looked at the person again, he found that they had already disappeared out of sight.

　　The thought of resting after being stared at by that person was gone.

　　She looked outside at the sun, it seemed like only an hour or so had passed.

　　The two guards outside the doorway had already changed shifts ten minutes ago.

　　Freya touched the two flying daggers on her sleeve and was contemplating whether or not to search for her father and the others and rendezvous before anything else.

　　Suddenly a subtle sound of footsteps came in from outside.

　　‘’Knock knock.‘’

　　The knocking on the door made Freya frown slightly, she lowered the hand she was touching on her sleeve and walked over to the side of the bed pretending to have woken up earlier and said.

　　‘Come in!’

　　Hearing Freya's response, the door to the room opened.

　　A person wearing black leather armour with an indifferent look walked in, and seeing Freya standing by the bedside respectfully said.

　　‘Miss Eluda, your matter has been cleared up, the matter about the sea tribe was indeed a misunderstanding, so now you can leave here.’

　　‘Hmm?’ Freya frowned slightly as she looked at the man as if she had heard wrong ‘You mean leave?’

　　Knowing that a Sea Race's peak Knight had been decapitated and it seemed to have implicated the many interests of Daziel City, how could she look at it, it didn't seem like a trivial incident, but to actually release her so easily, it made her feel unbelievable.

　　‘Yes! You can leave at any time if you want to, and those who are related to you have also been waiting in the carriage for a long time, and as an apology, the Lord of the City has specially prepared ships for you to go to the port of Gargoyle free of charge, and they are also ready to leave at any time.’

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　　‘...... ’Breathlessly listening to the man's narration, Freya was a bit puzzled. ‘Inexplicable...’

　　However, the general meaning of Mephit letting her go was true.

　　‘Do you choose to leave now, or...’ the man saw Freya's somewhat disbelieving look and asked again.

　　‘Leave! Leave now!’ Freya replied immediately.

　　Although she didn't know the reason for letting her go easily, but now that she could leave then she didn't want to stay here for a while longer.

　　Half an hour later.

　　At the entrance of the City Lord's Mansion, Freya was sitting in a white carriage, and through the curtains inside the carriage, she saw that three black carriages were already parked at the entrance.

　　In front of the carriage, several familiar faces stood quietly beside it, among them, the one standing at the front was a middle-aged man wearing brown leather armour with a sturdy figure, his golden hair was casually draped behind his back, and his slightly squinted eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, he looked very tired, obviously due to the lack of sufficient rest.

　　At this moment, he was looking at the white carriage that was gradually approaching with a worried expression.

　　Seeing that familiar face, Freya, who was sitting inside the carriage, immediately jumped off the carriage that was still in motion and directly dashed over.

　　The peak speed of a knight allowed her to quickly arrive in front of the man.

　　‘Father...’ she whispered.

　　The Baron, who had always had a cold image, was somewhat speechless at this moment when he saw the daughter he had always cherished.

　　At the end when Freya collapsed, although the Baron had already arrived, the battle had already ended, and the traces of the battle around her and the young girl who had fallen to the ground made him almost think that Freya had died as a result.

　　However, when examining her, he found that she was still breathing, but her body had been severely traumatised.

　　Originally, he wanted to immediately bring her back to the manor for treatment, but a bunch of city guards directly grabbed him, and the person who grabbed him was actually the city lord of Daziel, who possessed the same peak strength of a knight.

　　For the sake of Freya's safety, that's why he had to compromise and be placed under house arrest inside the city lord's mansion.

　　Until today, three days later...

　　Looking at the intact Freya at this moment, he associated it with the ghastly sight of her lying on the ground bleeding all over before.

　　For a long time, he took a deep breath and ultimately did not say anything, only touching her hair out of habit.

　　‘It's good that it's okay! ...Let's go!’

　　‘Hmm!’ Freya's eyes moved slightly and she nodded lightly.

　　The Sea Clan's attack on Darmstine and Nick could only be considered an accident, but Freya had almost put her life on the line because of it, and combined with the City Lord's attitude, it made the Baron smell a hint of unrest as well.

　　Even though his life was endangered because of Freya's involvement, he was ultimately unharmed.

　　Moreover, the city lord also provided free ships to the gargoyle harbour as an apology, which was also considered a little bit of compensation for them.

　　Two hours later.

　　Daziel City's dock.

　　Unwrap the bandages on the body, changed into a clean long dress of Freya sitting on a public bench, ice blue earrings hanging on one side and the blue sea reflecting let her have a quiet and peaceful feeling.

　　Warm sunlight shines on her body, the new cross sword is placed next to her, the position of the hand can reach.

　　The gentle sea breeze blew the waves and made her golden hair a little loose.

　　In front of her, the Baron was directing his personal guards to carry the badly injured Darmstine and Nick onto the ship.

　　After a while, after loading the luggage and some other items onto the ship as well, the Baron smiled and waved his hand to the long-waiting Freya to let her pass.

　　Freya, who also smiled and nodded, picked up the crossed swords next to her and got up to walk towards the arranged boat.

　　‘It's estimated that we'll stay at sea for about half a month, I've already informed your sister's side, and the accommodation has been arranged, so when we get there, we...’

　　After boarding the ship, Freya smiled while adapting to the ship's rocking and listened to the Baron's arrangements for the future, chatting one way or the other.

　　And on a high tower that she couldn't see, a handsome man wearing a red nobleman's gown quietly watched the small boat she was on slowly gather up the anchor and then slowly and leisurely sail towards the sea, not knowing what he was thinking in his heart