A faint white glow emanated from the white light stone, illuminating the entire room.
Freya quietly flipped through the book in her hands, and in her thoughts, she was also faintly sighing at the sword art that the author had worked out.
‘If it's really as recounted above, then... the bayonet will also be the most perfect sword art...’
She had already read all of the supplement about the sword art of the bayonet, but there were still a few pages left at the end of the book.
‘What's left at the back?’
She frowned slightly as she looked at the blank half of the page, and the different paper that had obviously been added to the back.
With curiosity, she gently flipped it open.
Instead, she found that the text at the back was not about swordsmanship, but a messy, crooked text.
‘World...gate...eternity...’
The twisted handwriting made it impossible for her to recognise all of it, and she could only vaguely make out the meanings of the individual letters.
Large stretches of unidentified handwriting, both high and low, filled the entire page.
She scanned it broadly, and was surprised to find that all of this handwriting vaguely seemed to form a pattern of eyes with black pupils across the entire paper.
‘Is this a prank?’
Looking at this thing made up of words, she who really couldn't figure it out turned to the second page.
It was also the same large pile of crooked fonts, but this time the pattern formed was a large mouth that was slightly open.
In the pages full of words, she could actually make out the lines of lips in the pattern made up of words, as detailed as the real thing.
‘What the hell?’
Just as she was looking at the pattern in her hand and frowning slightly, the white light stone next to her that had been emitting white light suddenly dimmed violently then re-lighted.
Outside, there were still loud noises of trainees walking around just a moment ago, but at this moment, they actually all quieted down and became silent.
A strange atmosphere suddenly appeared, which caused Freya, who was sitting on the bed, to feel a slight chill around her body.
And as if nothing has been noticed Frya, subconsciously put was hugged on his body on, azure-coloured eyes wide open to turn the next page.
This time it wasn't the pattern formed by the twisted handwriting of the previous two pages, but a landscape painting of a grassland.
Blue blue sky, turquoise grassland, on the painting was an ordinary young girl wearing a white dress and red boots was riding a horse wildly on the grassland with a youthful and lively look.
But behind the young girl there was a grey shadow, as if it was a stain, and as if it was deliberately painted on.
Freya gazed expressionlessly at the grey shadow behind the young girl, as if she had been caught in the gaze, with a somewhat blank expression.
‘Splat.’
What seemed like the sound of leather boots stepping on top of water stains slammed in the doorway of the dormitory, causing her to raise her head slightly and look towards the doorway in a somewhat dazed manner.
Through the gap underneath the door, she vaguely saw a pair of déjà vu red coloured lady's boots, standing quietly at the entrance of her room.
This caused her to freeze slightly. Steeply she saw the boots jump gently.
‘Splat.’
Bright red liquid was splashed into the room as the boot jumped.
Freya's eyes suddenly froze as she looked at the liquid.
An aura of danger unlike usual seemed to spread from the liquid, and a silky murmur from nowhere instantly filled her body with goosebumps.
She winced and blinked, looking that way, only to find nothing there, as if it had all just been an illusion.
Freya frowned softly, instinctively sensing a hint of something unusual, and she gripped the crossed swords she had been keeping at the foot of her bed in her hands, her chakra feeling ready to explode at a moment's notice.
She turned back to the painting and looked at it again, but she abruptly noticed that the boots that had been worn on the young girl's feet had actually disappeared, and a strange face with no nose but only eyes and mouth had actually appeared in the grey shadows behind the young girl.
The eyes and mouth on that newly appeared face were actually exactly the same as the pattern made up by the handwriting in front of her, and the slightly opened mouth seemed to be saying something to her.
This bizarre change made her scalp tingle slightly.
‘An illusion?’ She tried to touch the image of that face with her hand, and a touch as if she had touched human flesh came from between her fingers.
‘I...!!!!’
The eerie touch made her withdraw her hand in a flash.
Even she was startled! The sweaty hairs on her body stood up!
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Without even thinking, she directly flipped to the next page and covered it!
But ...... Instead, she found that this page was an enlarged version of that face, with wide-open black eyes and a large mouth, which was now open and closed like a living thing.
A low murmur came slowly out of that mouth.
‘I am searching ...... searching ......’
Freya's eyes widened, her scalp tingling as she held the book in her hands, the face seemed to be arching out of the paper's confines a little bit, the black eyes staring straight into hers.
She could even feel the sense of force that the face was exerting in order to break free from the pages of the book.
‘!!!’
This feeling caused her body to tremble slightly in fear, a fine layer of cold sweat appeared on her body, and her thinking seemed to be blocked!
‘Searching...I'm searching...searching...’
Under the shadows illuminated by the white light stone, an inexplicable atmosphere of danger seemed to press down on her from all sides.
‘What the hell!!!’
Almost subconsciously she quickly threw away the book in her hand, her strong sense of qi instantly bursting out, the peak of the Knight's aura causing the entire room's items to shake.
The book that was thrown away by her, fell on the floor and was moving in a single motion, half of that face had come out, sideways with wide open eyes still looking at her, the large open mouth curved into a mysterious arc.
Unceasing murmurs issued from the mouth.
"Find... Find... Finding... Found..."
Seeing this horrifying image, without even thinking about it, the cross sword in her hand clanked and pulled it out directly, viciously nailing it to the still active book.
‘Ah!!!’
That big mouth immediately let out a piercing miserable howl, the sound seemed to have an extremely strong penetrating power, the crystal clock placed on the desk instantly exploded, followed by the plates, the glass of the window...
And Freya's head was even more of a huge boom.
Only to see the back of that miserable howling face in the book, at the location of that stabbing sword, large streams of black blood spurted out along the blade of the cross sword.
Immediately, it quickly soaked the entire floor.
The sudden howl made her head spin, then immediately came back to her senses.
She sat up violently from the bed, and the red-covered book ‘snapped’ to the floor.
Freya froze and looked at the book on the floor, then looked around.
The familiar dormitory, the cross sword was held tightly in her hand and not drawn, through the window showing a crack she could see that the sky had darkened all the way down at some point, a breeze blew in, giving her an icy cold feeling all over her body.
Through the reflection of the window, she could see that her face was deathly white, without a trace of blood, blue eyes full of fear.
She subconsciously touched her cheeks, only to find that they were covered in cold sweat.
"... What's going on here?"
Faintly recovering, she picked up the book that had fallen to the ground and flipped to the last few pages, there were no pictures made up of twisted letters, no landscapes of young girls riding horses, and even fewer bizarre faces.
There was only a simple line of small letters in the middle:
Freya, congratulations on passing the test, and welcome to the ranks of wizards.
Gently touching the text with her slightly damp fingers, she froze a little.
The writing on it could clearly be seen to be in Hegel's script.
‘This is the test...?’
She felt Hegel's intention in a trance.
Becoming a knight still required excellent talent, so surely the legendary sorcerer would need talent as well, but with the way things looked now, she seemed to have passed.
Although she was still a bit scared of that weird test from before until now, she found herself becoming a bit more and more eager for the path of a sorcerer.
Putting her books away and placing them on the table, she glanced at the crystal clock next to her, which read two in the morning.
‘Eight hours...’
I didn't realise it had actually been that long? She rubbed her stomach.
Since returning from the library, she had stayed in the dormitory without even eating dinner, which made Freya feel a little hungry.
The academy's cafeteria had long since closed at this hour, and there weren't any twenty-four hour convenience stores here, so it was impossible to find food now.
‘Forget it, it's better to sleep.’
Just as she was thinking about suffering through the night and going back for breakfast tomorrow, a sound of deliberately light footsteps came from outside the door and stood in her doorway.
Within moments, a silver dagger reached in easily destroying the lock on the door.