Light and shadow in the haze, in the cloudy vision, surrounded by many tiny coloured particles jumping around her body.

　　‘What is this? Where am I?’ Her sluggish brain tried to figure out the situation ‘Right, wasn't I taken by that sea people...and then the blue light...that pendant?’

　　Just as she was trying to think deeper, a strong tearing sharp pain hit her brain.

　　‘Well...’

　　A hoarse voice spat out between her throat, and as her brain cleared, her body also experienced pain as if it was being torn apart.

　　Openly, she opened her eyes.

　　What came into view was not the room in her manor, but an unfamiliar bedroom.

　　She tried to turn her neck and found that next to her, a maid in a white slave outfit was sitting on a chair taking a nap.

　　Perhaps hearing that murmur from her, the maid woke up in a daze.

　　When she saw Freya's open eyes, there was a joy in her eyes and she directly stood up and ran towards the door.

　　‘My lord, my lord, that young lady has woken up...’

　　With a somewhat dull expression, she watched the maid run out in a panic, Freya wanted to raise her hand to touch her gradually easing headache, only to realise that her entire body except for her face was wrapped in a white bandage, and her body was surrounded by a bitter smell of herbs.

　　A feeling of weakness made her frown slightly, but then she felt that there wasn't much wrong with her body other than weakness, and the bones that were originally broken were now actually intact.

　　‘It seems that it wasn't an illusion...’ She let out a slight sigh of relief, the feeling of having survived the robbery didn't cause any ripples in her emotions, but rather, she was amazed and curious about the mysterious power that she had felt when she was near death earlier.

　　The ordinary-looking ice-blue earrings had been retrieved from Philip's body, but he hadn't used this powerful force until his death.

　　‘’Could it be that there is still some kind of restriction on the use of that ear pendant? Also, where did this kind of pendant come from?’

　　There were too many questions in her heart that needed to be answered, but her state at this moment did not allow her to do anything.

　　In the middle of her rambling thoughts, the sound of crisp footsteps came from the doorway.

　　In Freya's line of sight, a handsome man wearing a white nobleman's gown walked in with a smile.

　　‘Miss Eluda, you're awake?’

　　The magnetic voice, as if it was one of those idol stars from her previous life, coupled with the handsome appearance made Freya stare, but the man in front of her spoke the alias that the Baron had given her before, and only the people of Chabrol knew it, which made her a little wary.

　　‘Who are you? Why do you know my name, and also, what is this place?’

　　Without answering her question, the man simply pulled over a chair and sat on the edge of the bed and said.

　　‘None of this matters, perhaps you have already forgotten, this is the second time we have met, the first time was in the auditorium of Bellam Academy, do you remember?’ The modest voice and courtesy made people feel unconsciously good.

　　However, in Freya's senses, the man in front of her, despite his gentle temperament, had a faint smell of blood that could never be removed, that was a unique smell that only came from having killed many people, and from the pace and behaviour of the way he had walked in before, one could identify that he was also an expert, with a strength of at least the middle of the Knight class, or the peak.

　　However, the attitude that this one super expert brought to her had a deliberately feigned gentleness to it, which seemed particularly strange.

　　‘This is definitely not his usual appearance!’ She had a judgement in her mind.

　　Perhaps sensing the strange gaze that Freya was looking at him, the man's face stiffened slightly, then he put away his somewhat contrived smile and said somewhat helplessly.

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　　‘Well, since Miss Eluda doesn't want to guess, then I'll just say it straight, I'm Mephit. Felix, you can also just call me Murfet, I am the current City Lord of this Daziel City.’

　　‘City Lord?’

　　Freya looked at before her with some surprise, the handsome and young man, never expecting to actually be the City Lord.

　　In her impression, in this war-torn place, the City Lord who managed a city well must be an old man with both talent and wisdom, but she never thought it would actually be so young.

　　‘Right,’ she remembered. ‘When I was in that academy's auditorium, playing the piano and directly sort of escaping, it seems like a man in noble attire stopped himself at the door, I didn't think it was actually him.’

　　As if guessing what Freya was thinking, he nodded and continued.

　　‘Your current location, is in the City Lord's Mansion, and your father and the others all moved here together three days before you fell unconscious.’

　　‘...... ’Listening to Mephit's narration, Freya frowned slightly.

　　I didn't expect to actually be in a coma for three days, and for his so-called ‘move’ to be thought of as another talk of house arrest.

　　As her head cleared, combined with what the sea people had said earlier, she vaguely felt that she was caught up in a big event, and not just any big event.

　　‘Now that you're awake, I'd like to ask...’

　　At this point, Mephit's tone became somewhat questioning. There was no need to guess to think of the next question he was going to ask, so Freya directly interrupted ahead of time.

　　‘I don't know any Sea Race, and I don't want to know about you guys, I just killed him after seeing him hurt my people, that's all!’

　　The raw, cold tone carried a teenage girl's tough attitude, and at the rude interruption, Mephit just looked deeply into her eyes, his brow furrowed.

　　‘You have to realise! The information you've been given could be about the lives of half the humans in the entire city of Daziel! You're the one who ended up killing Aoife, wouldn't you know that?’

　　The superior's pressure emanated from him, forcing Freya in front of him.

　　To be able to kill Aoife, who was at the peak of the Knight class, with a single sword slash, for the young girl in front of him, Mephit actually admired her in his heart, at least if he were to face Aoife, it would have taken a lot of effort to kill him.

　　Coupled with the piano music that he heard before that goes straight to the heart, Freya's good feelings in his heart naturally speak for themselves.

　　However, Aoife's death was related to the city's high-volume production trade with the Sea Nation and involved the attitude of the Sea Nation's hardliners, a series of things that added up and had to make him look at her with a cold, hard gaze.

　　‘I already said! I don't know any information! If you don't believe me...’

　　Ignoring the intimidating pressure on Mephit, Freya's icy tone seemed to freeze anything, a hint of danger slowly emanating from her.

　　Looking fixedly at Freya's attitude, Mephit's frown deepened, the corners of his mouth moved several times, but in the end he didn't say anything.

　　After pondering for a moment, he stood up, gave her one last deep look, and turned around to leave directly!

　　Witnessing Moffitt's departing figure until it disappeared out of her line of sight. It was only then that Freya frowned and touched the spot on her chest, just now if Murfette said something else, perhaps she might do something unexpected.

　　And that wasn't what she always did, but was an emotion driven up by the rush of chi feeling in her chest.

　　Closing her eyes, she gently took a few deep breaths, letting the feeling of chi in her chest slowly return to calm.

　　When her emotions were already manageable, she opened her eyes and murmured with some doubt.

　　‘Could it be the restlessness caused by the overly rapid increase in strength?’