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Jack wiped the rain from his face and walked to the dining table, opening the box to take out its contents.
"Here are vegetable pies, bread, fresh mushroom soup, and some beef. I had to rush a bit, so I could only manage these. I hope you like them."
White plates with food and cutlery were arranged on the table. The pies and soup still emitted a light steam, indicating they had just been served.
Freya, sitting in her chair, did not stand up but nodded. "Alright, thank you."
"If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave," Jack said with a slight bow.
"Mm." Freya waved her hand dismissively.
She watched as Jack, dressed in a black raincoat, walked out of the estate. Freya pointed with her hand.
The black iron gate slammed shut automatically, and the rain seemed to intensify, with bright flashes of lightning appearing intermittently.
The gloomy atmosphere made the entire room feel somewhat dark even with the windows open.
Freya found two slender white candles and lit them before sitting down at the dining table.
Casually picking up a piece of pie, she took a bite; the flaky texture was pleasant, though the taste was rather ordinary.
Of course, food from such an average inn wouldn't be too exquisite.
As Freya ate simply, she took out a notebook and a Feather Pen from her suitcase.
The notebook was filled with formulas and methods for optimizing spells that she had been studying recently, along with some insights on casting.
Although she had already memorized these things due to her own memory capabilities, occasionally taking them out to look at might still spark some inspiration or ideas.
Twenty units of time had allowed the aftereffects of her promotion to gradually fade. Although her physical appearance had not yet returned to its original state, her strength was nearly back to where it should be.
The potential stimulated by the Promotion Array had elevated her life level, enhancing not only her mental power but also having a certain effect on her abilities.
At the level of Great Knight, Freya felt that her control over herself had advanced compared to before.
Some instincts stored within her body had become more sensitive.
In Freya's view, this change was due to the enhancement of mental power, which made the brain's control over the body more agile.
Perhaps the enhancement of her abilities was not particularly useful for ordinary wizards, but for Freya, as a Great Knight, it was invaluable.
After all, while there is a limit to the enhancement of abilities related to strength or Agility, control over oneself does not fall into that category.
Freya even speculated that if her abilities reached their limit, the control over her body might also improve to a certain extent. Perhaps the resulting power could rival that of a wizard.
It is important to note that humans in this world and those on Earth are two different concepts; they belong to two distinct categories without a doubt.
When her abilities reach that level, any breakthroughs would not be surprising.
Freya was eating food while occasionally picking up a Feather Pen to write something.
In this quiet atmosphere, the food gradually diminished.
As Freya stood up and put away her notes after finishing the last bit of mushroom soup, the light outside had gradually dimmed. It was not due to rain clouds, but rather because time was slowly transitioning into night.
Through the window, Freya could vaguely see the distant streetlights flickering on, casting a warm yellow glow that created a sense of tranquil comfort amidst the rain.
Raymond City had become her temporary residence, and now her next task was to uncover the whereabouts of the Necromancer who had fled here over thirty years ago.
Although there might be information in the lord's office database, Freya did not hold much hope for it.
An Official Wizard could easily disguise themselves as someone else using various methods.
Therefore, aside from seeking out Angelina, the Lord of the City, she should look for other avenues as well.
"If it were a wizard from the Shadow System, it would probably be much easier. Their prophecy spells may be inconsistent, but they generally provide a broad direction and wouldn't approach things from a mortal perspective. How troublesome."
With a sigh, Freya quietly stood by the window, watching the raindrops slowly flow down the glass.
Outside the iron gate of the estate, a plain white carriage quietly passed by on the street.
Inside the carriage, a soft light illuminated the interior, revealing a family of three smiling together. The black-haired father seemed to have said something amusing, causing the mother and daughter sitting across from him to beam with joy.
Seeing this joyful scene made her faintly long for her family back at Dragon Coast.
She had been here for quite some time without realizing it. She wondered how her father had developed since starting over, as well as how her hardworking younger brother and her sister, whom she had only recently met, were doing.
"According to Cloud City, there is a transportation tool called Airship. If there’s a chance, after finishing this task, let’s take Lani to Cloud City and then head home."
Shaking her head slightly, just as Freya turned around, she suddenly saw the eyes of the female portrait by the window blink abruptly.
'Whoosh'
A slight chill blew onto her cheek from the gap in the window.
"Oh? Is it coming?" Freya looked at the now motionless portrait with curiosity, revealing a faint smile.
Since learning that Spirit was related to her own physical condition, she had not ceased her research on this type of life form.
Although there was little information available, she had summarized some useful countermeasures.
As for the Spirit in this manor, it probably wouldn’t be much for an ordinary person, but Freya, with her special constitution, could indirectly attract and sense Spirit, which was why she experienced an unusual reaction.
Casting a casual glance at the portrait, Freya turned around nonchalantly and picked up her suitcase as she walked towards the second floor.
The second floor was where the bedrooms were located.
As Freya stepped on the wooden stairs, they creaked with a thud.
With her good eyesight, she arrived at a door on the second floor.
Gripping the doorknob, she gently twisted it, and the door opened.
The room was quite ordinary. There was only a bed, a table, and two chairs.
The bed was covered with a neatly arranged white quilt.
Freya glanced around and directly placed her suitcase on the table, opening it to take out some commonly used items.
She reached out and pressed a black seed onto the wooden tabletop, and a flash of green light flickered. In no time, a slender Viper Blossom quickly grew, its blooming flowers emitting an orange-yellow glow that illuminated the entire room.
As the room brightened, Freya noticed that in addition to the ordinary furniture, there was a large oil painting hanging on the wall above the head of the bed.
The oil painting was quite large, almost as big as half the bed.
In the painting was a lush green meadow, with the grass swaying as if blown by the wind. On the left side of the meadow in the painting stood a windmill made of black stones, where a girl in a white long dress was measuring with a paintbrush against the windmill, with an easel set up in front of her.
"Ritalis Stephen," she softly read the signature at the bottom of the painting, murmuring to herself. "She must be Jack's daughter."
This was because the author's last name was the same as Jack's.
Although the scenery in the painting was beautiful, the color coordination was uneven. Some subtle details still revealed the artist's inexperience.
After looking at the oil painting for a while, Freya withdrew her gaze and took out a Charcoal Pencil from her suitcase, beginning to sketch on the table.
Before long, a complex magic circle about the size of a plate appeared before her.
This peculiar dagger pattern made up of numerous runes featured a guard shaped like a somewhat fierce ram's head. It resembled an old Promotion Array, but this ram had its horns standing upright and looking exceptionally sharp, giving off a wild vibe.
Freya carefully examined the flaws in the magic circle and confirmed there were no issues. She extended her hand and gently placed it on the grip of the dagger.
A low, chant-like, strange tone escaped her lips.
As the frequency of the chant slightly quickened, a peculiar sound emanated from beneath her hand.
It was a faint hissing, like a snake flicking its tongue.
Suddenly, a bizarre black claw abruptly emerged from beneath Freya's hand but quickly retreated.
Seeing the appearance of the claw, Freya's expression changed slightly, and her chanting began to slow down.
Her hand, still pressing on the magic circle, gently curled as if grasping something.
With a clang!
A dim light suddenly flared in her palm, and Freya felt an additional object in her hand, which seemed to be a hilt.
Immediately after, the strange dagger that had just been a mere pattern was pulled directly out of the magic circle by her.
"Transcendence, the mysterious dagger held by the Hilt Goatman, known as the Nightmare Demon. It allows one to see another scene of the world and possesses terrifying power to reap souls. Although this is merely a replica pieced together with runes, its functionality has been significantly weakened; however, its basic purpose can still be utilized."
Freya squinted at the somewhat unstable dagger in her hand. After a moment's pause, she suddenly thrust it toward her heart.
With a snap!
As the dagger touched her chest, a crisp sound suddenly rang in her ears.
Suddenly, Freya instinctively raised her head, and a scarlet mist began to emanate from her eyes as the dagger pierced her.
Gradually, two pairs of sharp goat horns slowly extended from the top of her head.
The two upright horns amidst her golden hair gave Freya a sense of being out of place.
After a long while, as the mist in her eyes slowly dissipated, her originally blue eyes surprisingly turned completely scarlet.
Blinking, Freya touched the horns on her head and frowned slightly.
"I didn't expect such a change to occur. Truly..."
This Rune Array was something she had stumbled upon in the academy's library, which allowed one to see Spirits. This was also her first time using it, and she had no idea it would result in such a physical transformation.
According to Hilt Goatman, in Ancient Times, it was known as a demon with the ability to communicate with the underworld.
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