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On the other side, the people from Chabrol did not intend to join them; instead, they set up a campfire on their own. Four of them sat quietly, with no one speaking, except for a young child who made soft cooing sounds. In contrast to the lively atmosphere on Freya's side, their area felt somewhat desolate.
The cooked meat soup and bread were brought to Freya. Over there, Baron and Eric had already come over.
She took the bowl filled with soup and gently blew on it to cool it down quickly. After taking a small sip, the rich flavor of the meat spread in her mouth.
Even without special seasoning, the natural aroma of the meat had infused into the soup, making it exceptionally delicious.
With a gentle breeze occasionally blowing in from the grasslands, this atmosphere made her, who was usually calm, feel a sense of relaxation.
After finishing her portion of food, Freya stood up and brushed off the dirt on her clothes.
The tent had already been set up, and as the only woman in the entire caravan, Freya had her own exclusive tent.
Although it was already completely dark, it was not yet time for sleep.
After doing some necessary exercises in the open space, she returned to the side of the carriage.
In the distance, the Chabrol group was also having their meal. However, among them, a young woman was holding her child and looking curiously towards Freya.
She appeared to want to approach and talk but hesitated. It seemed that after waking up, she had learned about Freya's capabilities through the three men.
In the end, however, she did not muster the courage to come over and simply took her child back into the carriage.
Leaning against the side of the carriage, Freya quietly gazed at the stars that had begun to shine in the sky. Combined with the occasional flickering blue lights in the grass, her mood felt surprisingly tranquil.
After what happened in front of Baron and the others, the paused convoy began to move again.
Freya quietly returned to her carriage, closed her eyes, and contemplated.
Easily slaughtering a group of ordinary bandits felt as effortless as chopping vegetables, and it did not burden her psychologically.
In Freya's mind, the bandits of Sikou Prairie were no longer regarded as human beings.
Perhaps due to her experiences, she had undergone significant changes in both personality and approach since her arrival in this world; it was becoming increasingly difficult to see traces of her former self.
In the past, the thought of killing would have been unimaginable to her, but now she had gradually trained herself to maintain a calm mindset when facing anything. There was also a sense of indifference towards human life.
Moreover, as the number of killings increased, this feeling became more deeply ingrained within her.
Of course, for Freya now, this feeling was not necessarily a bad thing; after all, to survive in this world, some changes were essential.
She just wondered what kind of person these changes would turn her into in the future.
The carriage swayed gently as Freya found a comfortable position against the wall, squinting at the seeds that occasionally glimmered under the wheels, as if dozing off.
No one intended to come over and talk to her. Since the incident at Green Castle, she preferred sitting in undisturbed places, quietly pondering her thoughts.
Unless it was someone familiar, she wouldn’t initiate conversation with others.
Over time, everyone had grown accustomed to their second sister's sudden quiet demeanor. Occasionally discussing her would elicit looks of reverence from them.
Soon, the convoy caught up with two white carriages that had been waiting for them.
Sister Freya, who had previously been in a coma, has awakened. After expressing her gratitude to Baron once again, they unanimously decided that Baron and his group would lead the way, with Chabrol's carriage following behind for protection.
After walking for two hours, darkness enveloped the surroundings. Despite the illumination from the blue seeds nearby, the path was becoming nearly invisible.
If they insisted on continuing, there was a possibility of straying off course.
"Let's find a place to camp," Baron waved his hand, signaling the caravan to pull over to the side of the road.
The others following Baron had no objections to his decision.
Everyone dismounted from their carriages and used their weapons to clear a patch of ground. Some Guards spread out to keep watch while most people took out tents and cooking equipment from the carriages, preparing to set up camp and cook.
The six carriages formed a semi-circle, ready for any unexpected events.
In less than ten minutes, two campfires were lit, their pale yellow flames flickering as several people began preparing food. The atmosphere of the entire caravan became lively.
Howard Bailey sat nearby, taking some medicine handed to him by someone else. He gently consumed it; his body had been slowly recovering over these days. Although his complexion was still pale, he could now perform appropriate exercise movements. It seemed that it wouldn't be long before he regained his full strength.
On the other side of the carriage, Baron was demonstrating some basic movements with a Cross Sword to Eric, who was watching intently. It appeared that Baron was teaching him Basic Swordsmanship.
Nick and Damsdin were patrolling the area.
Freya sat by the campfire holding a Cross Sword, watching the food cooking above. Her azure eyes reflected the red flames, creating an indescribable beauty.
The Cross Sword hung at her waist, and her body had unconsciously developed the habit of drawing the sword at any moment.
Since becoming a Knight Level, she could feel the changes in her body. The flow of energy in her chest almost autonomously stimulated every bit of potential within her, allowing her to unleash formidable strength.
Based on her own assessment, she classified herself as a mid-level knight. Except for slightly lacking in strength, she excelled in other aspects.
The Baron, however, was at the peak of Knight Level. During his prime, Howard Bailey might have been slightly weaker, but he was still between intermediate and advanced levels.
Considering her current age, she still had plenty of potential to tap into, while the Baron and Howard Bailey were nearing the end of their peak moments and approaching a period of decline.
In her discussions with the Baron, Freya understood that if the Baron did not break through to become a Great Knight during this time, he might remain at the pinnacle of Knight Level for his entire life.
It was said that those who reached Great Knight viewed Knight Level as knights viewed ordinary warriors.
Of course, up until now, Freya had yet to see a single Great Knight-level powerhouse, so she couldn't assess the gap between them.
When a Knight Level breaks through to become a Great Knight, not only does their power surge dramatically, but their lifespan also tends to be longer than that of ordinary people. They retain their strength until death and do not weaken with age.
"That must be something achievable only by thoroughly understanding one's own body," Freya mused with some longing.
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