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墨書 Inktalez
Freya returned to her room and asked the maid for some hot water.
She removed her tattered hunting gear and stepped slowly into the bathtub, allowing the water to gradually envelop every part of her body.
The warm water surrounded her completely, and it seemed that all the emotions she had just experienced were slowly dissipating.
Since arriving in this world, she had always felt a slight sense of urgency.
Only now did she truly understand the level of danger present in this world.
It also made her realize that even though she possessed powers beyond those of ordinary people, facing danger with composure and utilizing her strength in battle were two different matters.
Outside the door, various footsteps could be heard; the maids were cleaning up the mess left by the five intruders, and several of them had been injured in the process.
Freya submerged her entire head underwater, her golden hair spreading out on the surface. The noisy sounds were momentarily muffled by the water.
Her azure eyes opened beneath the surface, and bubbles escaped from her mouth, creating ripples in her line of sight. This isolated atmosphere of tranquility allowed her mind to think more clearly about the issues at hand.
The five individuals heard a sound behind them, and the figure running suddenly froze, a strong sense of crisis slicing through the air like a sharp blade against their necks.
Suddenly, a massive silhouette appeared before them, blocking the castle gate.
Baron’s cold gaze fixed on Olyssis, his golden hair blowing in the wind like a giant lion filled with rage.
A gentle breeze surrounded him, making his already strong physique appear even larger. Even without any weapons in Baron’s hands, a terrifying presence gradually eroded their courage.
"Gulp..."
Olyssis swallowed hard, his pale face struggling to form a smile.
"Uncle Green... I was wrong. I shouldn't have harmed your daughter. Please don't kill me... By the way, I will have my father give you ten boxes of gold as compensation. Yes, ten boxes of gold..." His trembling words revealed his fear.
Facing the Knight-Level Expert who had already unleashed his aura, escape was impossible. Even clad in full armor, he knew he could not remain unscathed.
Looking at the trembling Olyssis, Baron frowned slightly, though his icy eyes showed no emotion.
"Ten boxes of gold... Alright..."
Upon hearing Baron relent, Olyssis nearly burst into tears.
"Ah! Thank you, Uncle Green... th-thank you..."
Bang!
Before he could finish his sentence, Olyssis's body suddenly flew into the air and crashed heavily to the ground. His limbs twisted at unnatural angles, clearly broken. Blood gushed from his mouth as his eyes rolled back, completely losing consciousness.
Baron's figure appeared where Olyssis had just been standing. He slowly retracted his fist, revealing white teeth beneath his crocodile-like gaze.
The four guards standing next to Olyssis slowly collapsed, their necks marked with the broken traces of Azure, having been killed instantly by Baron.
Without a care for the four dead bodies, Baron walked slowly to the unconscious Olyssis, a hint of cold cruelty curling at the corners of his mouth.
"I promised not to kill you, but that doesn't mean I won't incapacitate you!"
With a swift motion, his raised index finger pierced Olyssis's abdomen like iron, causing a spray of blood.
Straightening up, he took out a white silk handkerchief to wipe his finger.
Meanwhile, several grooms waiting at the castle gate were utterly shocked by the scene before them.
Four powerful guards and the young master had been taken down in an instant...
Casually discarding the bloodstained handkerchief, Baron turned to the stunned grooms and shouted, "Olyssis intended to harm my daughter. Out of respect for Viscount Belta, I generously let him go. However, Olyssis has agreed to pay ten chests of gold as compensation for my daughter's emotional distress! Did you all hear that?!"
Upon hearing Baron's words, the grooms nodded vigorously.
Seeing the desired reaction, Baron nodded in satisfaction and instantly vanished from sight.
...
In the silent corridor, Freya stared blankly at the vanishing figure, her heart slightly shaken.
She had always thought that her speed was comparable to Baron’s, but today she overturned that assumption.
What she didn’t know was that the powerful display Baron had just shown was a result of him tapping into his latent potential; under normal circumstances, his speed was about the same as hers.
‘Is this speed the true power unleashed at Knight Level? Even my vision can’t keep up…’
Amid her shock, there was also a hint of excited anticipation. “This kind of power… if I could obtain it too…”
Having survived a near-death experience gave her a fundamental understanding of this world, and her perspective on power shifted from merely wanting to protect herself to something much deeper.
Just as Freya picked up the broken wooden sword and prepared to leave, a familiar figure suddenly appeared before her.
It was Baron, who had left and then returned.
Seeing the torn fabric of Freya's clothing at her chest and the broken sword in her hand, it was clear that she had come dangerously close to losing something precious.
Baron frowned and asked, “Are you hurt?”
Feeling Baron’s concerned gaze, Freya shook her head. A faint smell of blood emanated from the man in front of her, making her understand something.
“Father didn’t kill him, did he? After all, he is Viscount Belta’s second son.” After a moment of thought, Freya suddenly asked.
“No, but it was close.”
Thinking about Freya’s perilous situation moments ago, Baron’s worried expression turned grim.
“He’ll probably spend the rest of his life in bed!”
"Uh..." Freya looked speechless at the man in front of her. Based on her understanding of Baron, she could be certain of Olyssis's fate.
In this world where strength is revered, once one loses power, even royal family members cannot guarantee their safety; lying in bed for a lifetime might be a fate worse than death.
She felt no guilt for Olyssis's outcome, after all, he had drawn his sword with the intent to kill her. If she had the ability, she might have done something even more terrifying than Baron.
Looking at her daughter, who wore an expressionless face, Baron appeared deep in thought.
He then gently stroked Freya's hair and smiled.
"You should go back and rest. Dinner will be sent to your room; there's no need to go to the restaurant."
"Okay, Father."
Noticing Baron's expression, Freya nodded in understanding and turned to leave.
Baron stood in place, watching the girl depart.
He could tell that this incident had affected Freya to some extent. In the past, if she had heard him say something like this, she would have shown some discomfort. Although she did not oppose bloody matters, she certainly did not approve of them either.
With his Knight-level insight, he could already see that his daughter was different from usual.
"Perhaps it has stimulated her... I don't know if that's good or bad... If it's bad, then Berta, you won't just lose two sons so easily!"
As if making a decision in his heart, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in Baron's eyes as he turned to leave.
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