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From his appearance, it is evident that he bears some resemblance to Baron, though his hair color is flaxen rather than golden.
This boy is Baron’s fourth son, Eric.
From his looks, it is easy for Zhang Lin to guess that her younger brother has not slept all night; his eyes are bloodshot with dark circles underneath, and even though he stands upright, his body trembles slightly as if he might collapse at any moment.
Although on the surface it seems that he cannot rely on Baron because of their mother, Zhang Lin suspects that the real reason Baron has given up on him might be due to his self-destructive decline.
In her memories, although they are siblings, Freya and her younger brother did not have much contact, at most exchanging symbolic greetings.
In this place where the strong are respected, if Eric were not Baron’s son, like in some other powerful families, a useless person like him would have sufficient reason to be expelled from the family.
“Welcome back, Baron.”
“Welcome back, Father.”
“Welcome back, Father.”
The necessary greetings echoed in the hall as Zhang Lin mimicked the gesture of lifting her skirt in greeting.
The bedroom door was knocked on, and the voice of a maid came in.
"Sister, the hot water is ready. Should I bring it in now?"
"Please bring it in."
Zhang Lin put down her book and saw two maids pushing in a large wooden tub.
White steam rose from the tub, with some delicate red flower petals floating on top. The water temperature had been adjusted and was not too hot.
After pushing the tub into the bedroom, the two maids stood still, holding toiletries, clearly wanting to assist her with a bath.
If it were Freya, she might not have minded, but now she was Zhang Lin and had not yet adapted to such noble-style service.
"You may leave."
"Yes."
Upon hearing Zhang Lin's command, the two maids set down their items, bowed, and exited the bedroom, closing the door behind them.
The tub was about the same size as a bathtub from Yamato's past life but was deep enough to reach half her height.
She removed her hunting attire and let the warm water slowly envelop her body. A faint floral fragrance lingered in the air. Closing her eyes, she felt much of the tension and confusion she had experienced since her arrival dissipate.
"I never expected to be transported here."
With her eyes closed, Zhang Lin's lips curled slightly as she pondered something unknown.
After enjoying this relaxed feeling for a while, Zhang Lin opened her eyes, casually dried herself off, and stepped out of the tub.
Her undeveloped figure was exposed to the air, and her golden long hair clung tightly to her back due to the moisture, creating a unique beauty.
Curiously, she touched her slightly rounded chest, shook her head, picked up a nearby towel to dry herself quickly, and changed into a white noble-style dress.
The book "Byron's Universal History" lay on the writing desk, and at this moment, she picked it up to continue what she had not done before.
The book appeared thick, but perhaps due to the material, the actual number of pages was not many. However, Zhang Lin found that her reading speed was much faster compared to her previous life.
Perhaps it was not just the reading speed, but rather her comprehension ability.
Even with obscure content, she realized she could quickly grasp it.
This sudden change, as if her intelligence had increased, left Zhang Lin momentarily stunned.
"Has my intelligence increased?" Closing the book, Zhang Lin shut her eyes. The words she had seen were still fresh in her mind; even the parts she had not paid attention to were clear in her 'sight.'
"What is this, a benefit of crossing over?"
Holding the thick book, Zhang Lin was puzzled. However, although she did not understand why this change had occurred, it was undoubtedly beneficial for her.
The black-covered book was quickly finished. The content within detailed approximately three hundred years of modern history of the Byron Kingdom. There might be traces of alteration within it, but most of it was a genuine narrative.
Aside from trivial matters, through this book, Zhang Lin also gained a rough understanding of the world she was in.
In simple terms, it was a world where might is paramount and the strong are revered.
This world showed no signs of firearms; it was purely an era of cold weapons and was even more pure compared to medieval Europe in her previous life.
The fundamental reason for this was that the physical quality of humans here was stronger than that of humans on Earth. From the narrative of Byron's modern history, it could be seen that in this country, aside from the powerful royal family, other nobles were not of a hereditary type that could be passed down through generations. To protect their possessions, they needed to possess matching strength.
No matter what kind of power it was—military strength or individual strength!
Otherwise, they would only be swallowed by other forces.
And Freya's father, Baron Green, and the entire Green Family rose up in such a manner.
Because of Baron’s powerful physical attributes and skilled swordsmanship, even though he is ruthless and arrogant in his actions, no one dares to oppose him.
This is the fundamental strength that gives this castle its deepest confidence.
Zhang Lin walked to the window and pushed it open. Below the castle, busy servants were moving about. The sun was setting in the west, and the orange-yellow rays illuminated her youthful face, creating a sense of incongruity through her contemplative eyes.
She was thoughtfully organizing her thoughts.
In the distance, on the only road leading to the castle, a group of neatly arranged knights was slowly approaching on horseback.
Standing by the window, Zhang Lin could intermittently hear their voices.
Vaguely, she caught sight of the leading knight.
He was strong in stature, clad in silver-white full armor, with an ordinary Cross Sword hanging at his waist. His golden hair flowed freely behind him without the restraint of a helmet. His hand, clad in a black leather glove, held the Reins. His handsome face bore sparse stubble, and his expression was solemn, exuding a wild nobility.
That was her father, Baron Green.
Perhaps sensing Zhang Lin's gaze, Baron raised his head and revealed a slight smile on his serious face as he waved to her.
...
In the magnificent castle hall, although the light had not yet dimmed, the silver candelabra had already been lit.
Amidst the dim yellow candlelight mixed with the scent of burnt wax, Baron and two equally tall captains of the guard strode into the hall.
The silver armor clinked with a metallic sound as he moved.
At this moment in the hall, Mary the Butler, Zhang Lin, and numerous guards and servants had been waiting for quite some time.
In front of everyone, besides Mary and Zhang Lin, there was also a boy who appeared to be only eleven or twelve years old. He was thin and pale, with pronounced dark circles under his eyes.
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