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Freya stood by the window of her room, squinting as she gazed outside.
Her room was located on what seemed to be the fourth floor, offering a broad view. From this angle, she could easily see the general outline of Daqier City.
The crisscrossing streets, the bustling crowds, and several distinctive buildings were all visible.
In the distance, she even spotted the location of the former Chabrol Manor.
Closer to the Lord's residence was the noble residential area.
She could vaguely see a few blue-skinned Sea People coming in and out of there, their actions and behaviors indistinguishable from those of ordinary people.
Further away, there was a hint of deep blue, accompanied by faint sounds of waves; that was the direction of the sea.
Exhaling lightly, she felt the restless energy in her chest gradually calming down in this environment, under her control.
Perhaps it was the aftereffects of her rapidly increasing strength slowly dissipating, which also eased her mood significantly.
Just as she grew tired of looking into the distance and considered returning to bed for a rest, she noticed three pure black warhorses swiftly leaving the Lord's residence below, piquing Freya's curiosity.
The three riders were all armored knights with robust builds, and the one at the forefront wore Jet Black Armor, with a similarly black greatsword hanging at his waist. A Crimson Cloak billowed behind him as he rode.
Even from afar, Freya could sense that he exuded a terrifying aura as if his entire being was enveloped in thick blood.
This aura might seem impressive to ordinary people, but from her current perspective as a Knight's Pinnacle, it felt entirely different.
"This person has definitely been on the battlefield, and has surely killed countless people!"
With a serious expression, Freya looked at the figure's back, feeling a sense of shock. There really are people with such strength in Daqier City; she just didn't know if he was from the guard station Pei Lie...
Perhaps sensing Freya's gaze, the knight in black armor suddenly turned his head while galloping on horseback, looking in her direction.
His gaze was as tangible as substance, causing Freya to pause slightly. Even from a distance, she felt inexplicably that he could see her.
Moreover, she could even vaguely sense a teasing emotion emanating from that gaze.
She wasn't sure if this feeling was real or not, but it truly made her feel uncomfortable.
It was as if she were prey being stared at by a lion...
"What the hell!" She shook her head slightly, trying to dispel the strange feeling in her mind.
When she looked back at him again, she found that he had already disappeared from her line of sight.
After being stared at by that person, she lost any thought of resting.
She glanced at the sun outside; it seemed that only about an hour had passed.
Two guards at the entrance had already changed shifts ten minutes ago.
Freya touched the two throwing knives in her sleeve, contemplating whether to look for her father and the others first before regrouping.
Suddenly, a faint sound of footsteps came from outside.
"Knock, knock."
The knocking made Freya frown slightly. She put down her hand that was resting in her sleeve and walked to the bedside, pretending to have just woken up.
"Come in!"
Hearing Freya's response, the door opened.
A person dressed in Black Leather Armor with a cold expression walked in. Upon seeing Freya standing by the bed, he respectfully said, "Sister Eluda, your matter has been clarified. The situation regarding the Sea Tribe was indeed a misunderstanding, so you can leave here now."
"Hmm?" Freya frowned at the person, as if she had misheard. "You mean leave?"
It was known that a Knight's Pinnacle from the Sea Tribe had been slain, and it seemed to involve numerous interests of Daqier City. It didn't seem like a trivial matter at all; how could they let her go so easily? This left her feeling incredulous.
"Yes! If you wish, you can leave at any time. Those related to you have already been waiting in the carriage. Moreover, to express our apologies, the Lord of the City has specially prepared a ship for you to go to Dragon Harbor, which can set off at any time."
"..." Listening to the person's explanation in silence, Freya felt somewhat bewildered. "This is so strange..."
However, it was clear that Murphy truly intended to let her go.
"Will you choose to leave now, or..." The person noticed Freya's disbelief and asked again.
"Leave! Leave now!" Freya immediately replied.
Although she did not understand the reason for being allowed to leave so easily, since she could go now, she did not want to stay here any longer.
Half an hour later.
At the entrance of the Lord's Mansion, Freya sat in a White Carriage. Through the curtains of the carriage, she saw three Black Carriages parked at the entrance.
In front of the carriage, several familiar faces stood quietly nearby. Among them, the one standing at the forefront was a middle-aged man in brown Leather Armor with a robust build. His golden hair was casually draped over his back, and his slightly squinted eyes were bloodshot, looking very fatigued, clearly a result of insufficient rest.
At this moment, he looked worriedly at the approaching white carriage.
Seeing that familiar face from inside the carriage, Freya immediately jumped down from the moving carriage and ran straight over.
The speed of Knight's Pinnacle brought her quickly to the man's side.
"Father..." she whispered.
The Baron, who had always maintained a cold demeanor, was momentarily speechless upon seeing his beloved daughter.
When Freya finally collapsed, although the Baron had arrived in time, the battle had already ended. The traces of fighting around and the girl lying on the ground almost made him believe that Freya was dead.
However, upon checking, he found that she still had a pulse, but her body had sustained severe injuries.
He initially wanted to take her back to the estate for treatment immediately when a group of city guards suddenly apprehended him. To make matters worse, those who captured him were led by Dazier City Lord, who possessed the same Knight's Pinnacle strength.
To ensure Freya's safety, a compromise had to be made, confining her within the Lord's mansion.
Until today, three days later...
At this moment, looking at the unharmed Freya, he recalled the terrifying scene of her lying on the ground, covered in blood.
After a long while, he took a deep breath but ultimately did not say anything. He simply habitually reached out to touch her hair.
"It's good that you're okay! ... Let's go!"
"Mm!" Freya's eyes flickered slightly as she nodded gently.
The Sea Tribe's attack on Damsdin and Nick could only be considered an accident, but Freya nearly lost her life because of it. Coupled with the Lord's attitude, this made Baron sense a hint of unrest.
Even though Freya had faced danger that threatened her life, she ultimately emerged unscathed.
Moreover, the Lord offered free passage to Dragon Harbor as an apology, which could be seen as a small compensation for them.
Two hours later.
At the dock of Daqier City.
Freya sat on a public bench, having removed all the bandages and changed into a clean long dress. The ice-blue earrings hung on one side, reflecting against the Azure Sea, giving her a sense of tranquility and peace.
The warm sunlight shone down on her, with a new Cross Sword placed beside her within easy reach.
The gentle sea breeze stirred the waves and caused her golden hair to become slightly disheveled.
In front of her, Baron was directing the Guards to lift the severely injured Damsdin and Nick onto the ship.
After a while, once the luggage and other items were loaded onto the ship, Baron smiled and waved to Freya, who had been waiting for a long time, signaling her to come over.
Freya, also smiling and nodding, picked up the nearby Cross Sword and stood up to walk towards the designated ship.
"I estimate we will be at sea for about half a month. I've already informed your sister, and accommodations have been arranged. Once we get there, we..."
After boarding, Freya adapted to the rocking of the ship while smiling and listening to Baron talk about future arrangements, engaging in casual conversation.
Meanwhile, in a high tower where she could not see, a handsome man dressed in a Red Noble outfit quietly watched as her ship slowly raised its anchor and drifted toward the sea, lost in his thoughts.
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This is the end of this chapter. The next two chapters are better read together.
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