This sudden enquiry startled Freya and she turned her head violently, only to realise that behind her at some point there stood an old man with dull yellow skin, full of old age spots and creases.

　　And the strange thing was that she hadn't noticed it at all, as if the person behind her had appeared out of nowhere.

　　‘No...nothing...I was just looking around.’ It was the first time she had encountered something so bizarre that the sense of chi she had been suppressing was nearly slackened with fear.

　　‘Oh, then look around yourself, I'm the librarian, so if you need anything, just come to me directly.’ The old man didn't pay attention to her emotions and walked straight inside after saying his words.

　　Freya looked at the old man's hobbling back and frowned slightly, with her peak Knight level strength she actually didn't even notice this person's appearance, but on closer inspection she didn't find the old man to be anything different from the norm, he was completely just an ordinary person.

　　After a long time, she shook her head slightly and gently rubbed her somewhat tired temples.

　　‘It's probably an illusion that my concentration doesn't hit much due to the fact that I've been suppressing my chi senses lately.’ She thought to herself.

　　The aftermath of the trouble had long since affected her life, but now it seemed to be slowly eating away at her energy as well.

　　Lifting her head, she looked towards the large library and walked over to the nearest shelf, squinting slightly.

　　‘I hope a solution is found soon.’

　　An hour later.

　　Freya frowned slightly as she shoved a book on body maintenance back into the shelf.

　　Her current thinking and intellect had basically reached the level of unforgettable, and the speed at which she read books was also at an astonishing level.

　　If an onlooker saw her reading a book, they might think that she was just casually flipping through it.

　　However, even so, she still felt a sense of powerlessness in the face of this huge sea of books.

　　There were many, many books in the library, and although it was a search with a clear purpose, the scope was still too large.

　　‘It seems like it's going to have to be a long term plan.’ She murmured as she gently soothed her somewhat stiff body.

　　Although it was a long-term plan, soaking in the library, in addition to searching for clues, could also enrich her own knowledge base, which was still cost-effective for Freya.

　　Two days later.

　　Inside the bright classroom.

　　"....... What you need to pay attention to is that Hope's Angmar pronunciation is similar to the pronunciation of vegetables, be careful not to get confused, well, today is your first contact with the Angmar language, so review it yourselves, and if you don't understand it, ask in class next time."

　　As the words fell, a middle-aged man wearing white robes with a serious face collected the textbooks on the table and directly walked out of the classroom.

　　Freya, who was sitting in the middle position, also closed her book faintly, a thoughtful look in her eyes.

　　There were many languages in this world, a bit more than on Earth, but with her current intelligence learning it wasn't much harder, but it wasn't easy either.

　　Luckily, the teachers here were quite responsible, and what was taught was basically just a matter of listening to it once, and she would know it, she just needed to pay attention to some special places.

　　The language and history classes were held together, which was also for the sake of ease of teaching, and apart from Freya who could adapt to this way of teaching relatively quickly, the others were still in a state of ignorance as she could tell just by their expressions.

　　Shaking her head slightly, she got up from her seat, the number of students studying language and history was still considerable. She looked around blandly at the students gathered in twos and threes and walked out of the classroom with an expressionless face.

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　　Although she didn't mind making friends, perhaps because of her cold temperament from suppressing her aura, she hadn't had many people come to talk to her since she came to the school, so much so that she hadn't made any friends until now.

　　However, Freya didn't mind this, she still had a lot of things to do, there was no need to get involved with strangers.

　　The course system of the Dragon Academy was to study at school and rest in the afternoon, the time was very loose.

　　Now after the language and history subjects, the following was a lesson on swordsmanship.

　　This was slightly curious to her, wondering what kind of sword arts could be taught at the Gargoyle Academy.

　　The ten-minute break quickly passed.

　　She came to a wide room along with the students who learnt swordsmanship together.

　　The wooden floor was polished solemnly, rows of brown sword racks were placed there, and at the back of the room was a row of round logs used for practising chopping, interlaced with a deep sword mark, which seemed to have been used for a long time.

　　Most of the students who learnt swordsmanship were boys, there were only three or four girls plus her, and compared to Freya the other girls were all big and thick in appearance, looking at the muscles on their bodies they were even stronger than some of the thinner boys.

　　In response to this, obviously handsome appearance but cold temperament of Freya momentarily became the focus of discussion of the surrounding students, which made her slightly frowned, chest qi feeling also a little floating.

　　It was at this moment that a man wearing a white swordsman's uniform with a wooden longsword dangling from his waist and a majestic figure walked in.

　　Seeing the buzzing cadets, he frowned slightly.

　　"If you guys don't want to be punished on your first day, now! Quiet down!!!" A voice as loud and clear as a lion's roar was shouted from the man's mouth.

　　It caused the group of cadets to freeze a bit.

　　Satisfied with the effect he had made, the man nodded and swept a glance at the crowd and said.

　　"I'm Laika, from now on I'm your fencing teacher! I'm a person with a bad temper, if I catch someone deserting my class or failing the test, you guys think about the consequences yourselves! ..."

　　The lecture without any particular novelty echoed in the room, nevertheless, everyone listened attentively while Freya, who stood at the front, looked at the man in front of her with a curious gaze.

　　To her eyes, this instructor named Laika, his strength was at the level of peak Knight, and looking at his body type and pace, it was exemplary that he was following a moderate and comprehensive path, she just didn't know how good the actual combat ability was.

　　Comparing the knight level, apart from the physical quality being up to standard, if there is no corresponding strength, then it is also a vase, meaningless.

　　‘...Now, the cadets who have ever learnt swordsmanship, come to the front!’

　　After the lecture ended, Leka had someone place a sword stand in front of the crowd, presumably to test the strength of the individual cadets.

　　Soon, after he finished, about ten cadets including Freya stood out.

　　These students who had learnt swordsmanship obviously had a better physique than the others, and surprisingly, apart from Freya, who was a girl, there was actually another girl who also stood out, except that she was compared to Freya, and if it wasn't for the dress perhaps she would have thought it was a man.

　　Laika slightly frowned as she swept over the trainees who stood out, her eyes paused among the two girls, and finally settled on Freya, who had a comparatively slimmer figure, and asked aloud.

　　"What is your name? Are you sure you ever learnt swordsmanship?"