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墨書 Inktalez
Freya emerged from the rugged path leading from the castle to the forest, carrying a plump wild chicken.
Green Castle lay like a beast of solid stone at the border of the neighboring kingdom, but unlike when she left, the castle gates were wide open now.
Three luxurious carriages drawn by pure white warhorses were parked beside the castle gate, with a design resembling a hibiscus flower engraved on the side. A few unfamiliar faces resembling grooms were chatting idly next to the carriages.
"Carriages pulled by warhorses? Who is so extravagant?"
Freya was somewhat surprised as she looked at the few handsome warhorses in front of the carriages.
"Whose carriage is this?" Freya approached the grooms and asked.
Perhaps noticing Freya's noble attire, the chatting grooms immediately fell silent. One of them stepped forward respectfully and said, "Miss, this is Viscount Belta's carriage."
"Viscount Belta?" Freya frowned slightly.
She knew this Viscount; he was nominally the superior of the Baron, with his territory adjacent to the Green Family's. However, due to the private soldiers under the Baron's command and his own formidable strength, both families had maintained a tacit understanding of staying out of each other's way and did not interact much.
"What could Berta want at this time?"
With confusion in her heart, Freya ignored the groom and walked directly into the castle.
Inside the castle, it was evident that a cleaning had taken place; many disordered items had been tidied up.
She slowly walked towards the castle hall while observing the clean surroundings.
As she got closer, intermittent voices came from inside.
"Why hasn't Baron Green arrived yet?" an impatient unfamiliar voice said.
"The Baron went to the iron mine at noon. He has already informed us, and it's not far away, so he should be back soon," replied a familiar voice, Mary.
"Is there really no one worth talking to in this castle? It's such a rural place; there's not even decent tea, and the maidservants are subpar."
"I'm sorry, but right now, only Young Master Eric is in the castle, if..."
"Is this useless person your only option?" The unfamiliar voice interrupted Mary's words. "What is he even worth?"
Freya, who had just stepped onto the staircase, frowned slightly upon hearing this. It was clear that her brother Eric was also in the hall besides Mary.
"What is going on?" a cold voice escaped her lips.
Freya's face was frosty as she strode into the castle hall, her golden hair slightly lifted by her brisk pace.
In her line of sight was a young man sitting on the hall's sofa, dressed in pure white Noble Attire, with a frivolous expression. Behind him stood four strong guards clad in full armor.
Mary and Eric stood nearby; Mary seemed fine, while Eric had a pale face and kept his head down in silence.
"Who are you? Do the people of Green Castle have no sense of decorum?" The young man frowned slightly, eyeing Freya up and down with a scrutinizing gaze.
"This is Baron's second daughter, Freya," Mary quickly introduced as she saw Freya arrive.
Ignoring Mary's introduction, Freya handed the prey in her hand to a nearby maid and then turned her head.
"Who are you? Is Green Castle a place where just anyone can come in?"
"You!!... I am Olyssis, the second son of Viscount Belta! How dare you insult me, a lowly woman, even if you are Baron Green's daughter..." The young man nearly jumped up at Freya's provocation, but his bodyguard quickly stopped him.
It should be noted that this was Green Castle, the stronghold of the Green Family. Even though by rank a Baron is subordinate to a Viscount, everyone understands that this is merely superficial; the real competition lies in their respective strengths.
Perhaps shocked by Freya's words, both Mary and Eric looked at Freya in disbelief.
Ignoring the blushing face of the second son of the Viscount who was being held back by his bodyguard, Freya's cold gaze turned to Eric, who was standing next to Mary.
"Eric, I don't care how self-destructive you usually are, but you are my brother. With our father not here, you are the only man of the Green Family at this moment. However, I am truly disappointed in you. I don't care what you usually do; I want you to know that if a person lacks even the courage to resist when their dignity is trampled upon, how are they any different from a rotting corpse?"
Facing the noble youth with heavy dark circles under his eyes, her cold tone flowed from her lips.
As Eric looked at his sister, whom he had hardly spoken to before, her serious expression gradually overlapped with that of their former father, the Baron.
Even though her words were extremely cold, they felt like a warm spring to this young man at that moment.
If one does not care about someone, then even criticism would not be bestowed upon them.
Scenes flashed through his mind, and tears gradually filled Eric's originally vacant eyes as his relaxed hands slowly clenched into fists.
"I... I understand! Sister!" A hoarse voice burst from his throat as Eric wiped away his tears with the back of his hand and turned to run toward his bedroom.
Watching the boy's retreating figure, Freya let out a quiet sigh. Although she knew the reasons behind her brother's insecurities, the shackles in his heart still lay with Baron. For now, she had only opened a crack with her words; the rest was up to him.
It wasn't until Eric's figure disappeared from her sight that Freya turned to face the Viscount's furious second son, who was still cursing loudly. She said calmly, "Aunt Mary, I think young Master Olyssis looks quite tired. Please take him to rest; Father should be here soon."
Mary, still recovering from the shock of earlier, snapped back to reality. "Ah... oh, yes, sister."
The seemingly mad Viscount's second son was escorted to a nearby guest room by his guards.
Freya watched coldly as they left, not particularly concerned about offending the Viscount's son.
Although Baron and the Viscount had neighboring territories, their titles were merely a facade. This place was far from the Byron Empire, and what truly mattered was the power in one's hands.
The Green Family had military origins, making them a force that Viscount Belta could not provoke lightly.
The fundamental reason Freya acted this way was that she did not want her half-brother to fall further into despair. It was one thing to be useless, but if he lacked any ambition, that would be a grave mistake—after all, he had Baron's blood flowing through him.
Recalling Eric's earlier demeanor, she sighed lightly, her icy gaze gradually softening.
"I hope this lesson will inspire him to rise."
She touched the hilt of the sword at her waist. It was still early, and she planned to go to the training room to practice her swordsmanship once more.
Recently, although she had been practicing continuously, Freya felt that her physical fitness had not improved as dramatically as it had at the beginning, and she seemed to have entered a plateau.
However, at her age of fourteen, her physical fitness would continue to grow even without training. Perhaps the reason for this stagnation was that her basic swordsmanship had already reached its limit.
"Should I consider learning a higher-level sword technique?" Freya thought as she walked, contemplating her next course of action. "Should I ask my father about it?"
...
In the reception room of Green Castle.
The lavish room was in a state of disarray.
"No one!!! No one has ever dared to speak to me like that, not even my father! That despicable woman, how dare she...!" A low roar erupted from Olyssis, his face twisted with rage and a deep sense of grievance, tears shimmering in his eyes.
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