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"Die!!"
It seemed as if she was shouting to bolster her own courage.
The threat ignited every ounce of potential within her body, and in an instant, the wooden sword at her waist vanished, only to reappear in her right hand, thrusting forward with great force!
"Thrust!"
A month of relentless training had honed her Agility to rival that of a Knight Level Baron, and the imminent danger only served to further awaken her potential.
"Clang!!!"
The sound of wood striking metal echoed through the corridor.
The swift thrust caught Olyssis off guard, forcing him to block with a horizontal sword stance.
However, the sensation of the wooden sword meeting his longsword left him momentarily stunned; he never expected the girl who had just fled in panic would suddenly fight back.
What surprised him even more was how fast her sword moved.
Yet this situation only fueled his determination to kill Freya.
"You will die!!!"
The wooden sword was forcefully knocked aside, and Olyssis swung his sword down fiercely.
Freya's azure eyes watched the approaching longsword, and perhaps due to the suppression of her fear, she perceived no threat from it.
What she didn't realize was that as her mental barriers began to crumble, a faint sense of excitement gradually welled up within her in response to the battle.
Half of the sword was slanted against the wall, and there was also a broken piece of a wooden sword on the ground.
A few people quickly disappeared down the corridor during the brief moment of distraction.
The sudden draw of the sword by Olyssis and Freya's resistance happened in just a few minutes.
Ignoring those who fled, Freya stood still, staring at the broken sword in her hand with a slight frown. The danger of the strike she had just executed was no less than when she had been powerless to resist before.
However, when the long sword flew towards her, despite feeling a serious threat, her mind remained remarkably clear. Without thinking, she extended the wooden sword in her hand and made the most appropriate move.
Moreover, facing the threat brought an unexpected thrill akin to walking on a tightrope.
"Is this me...?"
She looked at the smooth cut on the broken sword, gradually feeling a mix of emotions that were hard to define—somewhere between joy and disappointment.
Yet this peculiar emotion caused her furrowed brow to slowly relax, and a deep sense of determination settled in her azure eyes.
Just as Freya began to comprehend what she had gained moments ago, a blurred figure suddenly flashed past her at the end of the corridor.
The swift movement stirred up a gust of wind that swept through her golden hair.
"...So fast."
This sudden situation left Freya momentarily stunned; she could only catch a glimpse of the figure before it vanished from her sight.
Freya's expression showed some surprise.
"Could that be... my father?"
Freya staggered backward, trying to distance herself from the pursuing Olyssis, who was clearly well-trained and not slow at all.
The long sword in front of her swung repeatedly, almost grazing Freya each time, just a hair's breadth away from making contact with her body.
The feeling of being on the edge of death nearly drove her to the brink of collapse.
Gradually, her mind went blank.
'I don't want to die... I don't want to die...' The same thought flashed repeatedly in her mind.
"Bang!"
"Too slow! Too slow! Too slow!" Amidst the relentless slashing, Olyssis seemed to envision the moment he would slice the girl in half.
The long sword came down once more, this time aimed directly at Freya's face.
Faced with the impending strike, Freya gritted her teeth and twisted her body sharply. The sharp blade barely skimmed past her form, but it sliced through the hunting outfit on her chest, leaving a long gash that exposed her skin underneath.
Her skin, now exposed to the air, felt a chill as cold sweat broke out on Freya. She touched her chest where her clothing had been cut, realizing how close she had come to being hit.
The long sword struck the wooden mural beside her after missing its target.
Under the threat of death, she had almost caught a whiff of the strange smell of protective oil on the blade just moments before.
However, that strike also cleaved through her chaotic thoughts completely.
Escape... she couldn't get far enough...
Then... since escape was impossible, if she didn't want to die, she had no choice but to... fight back!!
As fear slowly gave way to reason, the threat of death transformed into a tangible stimulus for her brain.
"Second stance... Thrust!"
Leaning slightly to evade the horizontal slash, the wooden sword suddenly slid down with the force of deflection and then thrust upward, aiming directly at Olyssis's vulnerable throat.
'Thud!'
The horizontally slashing longsword had no choice but to awkwardly change direction to block the direct thrust of the wooden sword.
"Damn it!"
Olyssis glared at the incoming wooden sword, frustrated that the girl in front of him was more skilled than he had anticipated. She understood how to exchange injuries to force him back while minimizing her own vital points...
Such proficient swordsmanship was hardly something a panicked girl would display.
"Was she just pretending before?!"
Freya's strong counterattack gradually cooled his furious mind, and cold sweat began to seep from his back. Unknowingly, he started to consider the consequences of his impulsive actions.
"Ha!"
He forcefully swung his longsword, forcing Freya to retreat.
Without even looking at the outcome of his thrown sword, Olyssis suddenly turned to his four guards who were closely following him, his gaze sharp.
"Move!"
The four guards were clearly not novices; upon receiving Olyssis's command, they immediately turned and ran towards the castle gates alongside him.
'Thud!'
“Damn it, that bitch!” Olyssis shouted as he pushed aside the maid in front of him with force, sending her flying due to the strength of an ordinary warrior.
The five of them rushed through the castle, causing the servants inside to have no idea what was happening and only able to dodge out of the way from a distance.
“Young Master, once we return to the territory, everything can be resolved,” one of the guards behind him said.
The seriousness of the situation had far exceeded expectations; the priority was to leave Green Castle quickly, or else…
“Yeah! At worst, I’ll make my father implement that plan early… Andrei, Freya Green, and that woman… damn it!” A cold glint flashed in Olyssis's eyes, but he knew that the things in his mind could only be realized once they returned to their territory.
As they ran quickly, the castle gates appeared in the distance, and outside, they could vaguely see white warhorses. A hint of joy flickered in their eyes.
“Kera! Hurry! Prepare the horses!” one of the guards shouted loudly to the stableman outside as they ran.
“…Do you think you can leave after hurting my daughter?”
A deep roar filled with suppressed anger echoed through the air.
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