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墨書 Inktalez
An existence akin to ruins.
The gray emptiness was filled with thick dust everywhere.
Large clusters of towering buildings and streets overgrown with countless dry grasses served as the backdrop of the world.
Even the creatures encountered occasionally were variously misshapen, but more often than not, there were gigantic shadowy figures resembling humans, their black mouths emitting meaningless whimpers as they wandered aimlessly in this ruin-like world.
Compared to the strange cat-faced woman, they might seem relatively normal in Freya's eyes.
However, in this world that straddled reality and illusion, no matter what Freya did, she could not bring anything from it back to her own world.
Not even with energy wrapping.
This was the final result after a night of experimentation.
The dagger in her chest slowly shattered, and her eyes, which had been emitting crimson smoke, returned to their original deep blue.
Freya touched her now-vanished horns and revealed a contemplative expression.
She was pondering the results of the night’s experiments. Although they all ended in failure, the bizarre scenery of that world only intensified her curiosity.
‘If I’m not mistaken, I might be the first discoverer of that world,’ she thought lightly to herself.
Sunlight spilled into the manor's courtyard outside, where some morning birds chirped as they settled by the dried-up pool to preen their feathers.
Freya turned her head to glance at the birds on the Dry Fountain, paused for a moment, and finally stood up.
A night without sleep did not make her body feel particularly fatigued; it was merely the mental energy consumed from continuously inscribing magic circles that left her face somewhat pale and looking quite tired.
Gently twisting her waist, she instinctively touched her chest. It seemed a bit different, yet similar to her previous figure, causing a slight smile to curl at the corners of her mouth.
"About a week more, and the aftereffects of the promotion will finally stabilize. Then it will be time to consider the Meditation Method and some other trivial matters. But for now..."
She walked up to the second floor, took off the brown long dress she had worn for a long time, and changed into a set of fiery red Leather Armor, covering it with a White Robe.
The Cross Longsword was concealed within the Robe.
Freya lightly smoothed out the wrinkles on the Robe, paused for a moment, and then strode towards the estate's exit.
"It’s time to pay a visit to the Lord of the City."
...
The morning in Raymond City was bustling.
Some shops had opened their doors early. Women with baskets were shopping along the streets.
Occasionally, one could see a swordsman dressed in Leather Armor wielding weapons.
It was not unusual for Freya, dressed in her Robe, to walk among them.
This was just an ordinary city that did not understand the significance of the white robe; it was only when Freya passed by these people that she occasionally felt a strange chill and inexplicable panic.
This was the effect of her Mental Field.
The lord's castle was located in the city's Noble District.
As time passed, what had once been a somewhat chaotic street became clean and tidy.
Occasionally, splendid carriages adorned with noble emblems would pass by.
The red and yellow houses began to gradually appear in Freya's line of sight.
Not far away was a large pond. In the center, a fountain was spraying clear water, while two children dressed in Noble Attire were playing and frolicking nearby. On a bench on the other side of the pond sat a noblewoman in a Red Dress, presumably the mother of the two children, gently watching them with a Black Parasol in hand.
She calmly glanced over at the two playful children, paused for a moment, and then walked directly toward the distant massive castle.
Ten minutes later.
Freya appeared before the castle's grand entrance.
The door was half open, and two soldiers armed with spears stood on either side.
Perhaps noticing Freya approaching, one of the soldiers furrowed his brow and was about to speak. However, when he saw Freya's azure blue eyes, he hesitated.
At that moment, Freya's eyes resembled two blue whirlpools, radiating a dazzling light.
"Knight Intermediate? Quite impressive."
Casting a glance at the two motionless soldiers, Freya walked straight through.
If the guards possessed such strength, it was likely that the castle's defenses were formidable.
But that was only from an ordinary person's perspective.
Sensing the faint energy aura in the air, Freya slowly made her way in a specific direction.
Anyone who saw her seemed to be oblivious to her presence.
This was the effect of an Official Wizard on ordinary people; even without doing anything special, simply by slightly enhancing the Mental Field surrounding her, these mortals directly ignored her existence.
This illustrated the gap in life levels.
In Katia City, she hadn't felt it particularly keenly. But now that she had ascended to Official Wizard, this sensation had become increasingly profound.
Or perhaps. This is also what distinguishes wizards from ordinary people; even the pollution caused by a normal Mental Field can inflict irreversible and severe damage on mortals over time.
The Leather Boots stepped on the bluestone slab, and soon Freya arrived outside the castle's living room.
Faint voices could be heard from inside.
"... No, I won't allow you to do this. Although the Teltia Family's attitude is very firm, if you go directly, they might really cut off the supply of goods, which would be bad for both of us." This was an Ancient Voice, seemingly trying to console.
"What if they cut it off? Are we really going to back down? Or just give that thing to them for free? Don't you know its value? Or have you grown old and become afraid of those people...?!"
"Felix! You!! Don't think that just because you've been promoted to Great Knight, you can act like this! One person's strength can never match that of a family! Have you forgotten your father's death??"
"Shut up!! I..."
Just as the two were engaged in a heated argument, an exceptionally cold female voice suddenly rang out amidst their voices.
"Enough! Stop arguing! I didn't call you here to fight!" This woman's voice seemed to carry a strong deterrent force, causing both individuals to fall silent.
After a pause, the woman continued, "I received notice yesterday..."
Before she could finish her sentence, her gaze suddenly fixed on the doorway of the room.
There, at some point, a Blonde Woman dressed in a White Robe had already stood there, calmly watching the three.
"You are..."
Perhaps due to the woman's gaze, the remaining two also turned to look in her direction.
It was an elderly man in a black gentleman's suit and a young man in Noble Attire.
Perhaps it was the sudden appearance that left both of them momentarily stunned.
A drop of cold sweat trickled down the young man's hairline.
Suddenly, the young man unsheathed two silver scimitars with a sharp sound, rushing towards Freya amidst a whirlwind of violent air.
The invisible blades conjured a wave of Silver Light.
"Oh no! Felix! Don't go!" The woman seemed to recall something terrifying as she shouted the moment the young man charged forward.
On the other side, Freya calmly watched the young man, who was charging at her with blades cutting through the intense wind pressure. She extended her palm and lightly snapped her fingers.
With a soft 'pop', a faint green light flashed.
Suddenly, the wooden door behind her twisted violently. Following that, a mass of thick brown vines surged forward.
'Swish!'
The sharp scimitars immediately sliced through the foremost vines, but more vines quickly wrapped around the young man's body, tightening rapidly.
Sensing the threat, the young man, who had not yet been completely engulfed by the vines, narrowed his eyes. With his other hand, which was free from entanglement, he swiftly turned one of the scimitars.
Like a stretched silver thin line, all the vines wrapping around him were severed in an instant.
"Oh? A mere newly advanced Great Knight, is that swordsmanship?"
Seeing the vines that instantly broke free from the Catalyst Technique, Freya revealed a curious expression.
In her line of sight, she clearly saw that this person had somehow managed to strike out with over a dozen blows in an instant, all aimed at the same point.
To an ordinary person, it appeared as a slender silver line.
"Since this is the case, then what about this?"
She murmured lightly. Suddenly, her right hand vanished.
A black shadow, mixed with a strong sense of danger, shot out abruptly.
The young man named Felix barely had time to cross his twin blades over his chest before he was struck as if hit by a heavy truck, his body flying backward.
Crash!
The sofa behind him was smashed apart. Then came the table, which slammed hard against the wall.
At that moment, the two scimitars on his chest were covered in fine spiderweb cracks, with an ordinary black seed embedded in the center.
Cough!
A mouthful of fresh blood spurted from his lips as he looked at the blonde woman across from him in disbelief, and then his eyes rolled back as he fainted.
"This is your punishment for being unreasonable," Freya said, glancing at him lightly.
The woman who had shouted to stop earlier saw the young man lose consciousness and surprisingly did not get angry. Instead, she showed deep apprehension, as if the woman across from her were some terrifying beast.
"This... esteemed lady, may I ask what your purpose is for coming here?" she asked cautiously.
Hearing her words, Freya withdrew her gaze. She did not immediately answer her question but instead scanned her up and down and lightly sniffed as if she had discovered something, then asked with curiosity.
"Um? You were once an apprentice of Crimson Forest?"
"Uh... yes." She didn't know why the witch across from her would ask this question, but she answered honestly.
"Oh." Freya nodded lightly and walked over to sit on a nearby intact sofa before continuing, "Actually, I came here just to borrow your records from thirty years ago. I mean no harm; I just arrived a bit hastily, which may have caused some misunderstandings. However, since you came from Crimson Forest, you might be able to help me. By the way, my name is Freya, Lord of Angelia."
"......"
Upon hearing Freya's words, Angelina, who had been extremely fearful, slowly let out a sigh of relief.
Yet deep down, she remained tense. The sudden arrival of an Official Wizard was frightening, regardless of her intentions. (To be continued)
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