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The three of them walked back along the original path.
In the following half month, Freya's schedule included not only her daily reading and sword practice but also hunting. Her exceptional archery skills quickly reached the ears of the castle residents through her two guards, and no one was surprised by the game she brought back.
In the dim forest, even sunlight was fragmented into patches, casting circular spots on the ground. The rustling sounds indicated that several Deer were quietly munching on leaves, their erect ears alert to any disturbances around them. Even the slightest noise could startle them.
Whoosh!!
In the tranquil forest, a White Feather Arrow suddenly shot out from a concealed thicket.
Thud!
The powerful arrow struck one of the Deer precisely in the neck, pinning it against a nearby tree.
The ruptured windpipe left the deer unable to scream, only able to struggle heavily with labored breaths.
Seeing their companion suddenly fall, the other Deer immediately bolted in panic. Then, hurried footsteps emerged from the thicket.
A golden-haired girl dressed in a brown hunting outfit emerged from the bushes, holding a Short Bow. Behind her were two sturdy middle-aged men, both clad in similar half Leather Armor.
"You're getting better and better, sister," one of the guards said admiringly as he used his sword to finish off the Deer.
Freya appeared to be in good spirits.
"I didn't expect to find a Herd of Deer here; it looks like we'll have an extra meal tonight."
After finishing her meal, Freya went directly to the front gate of the castle, still dressed in her white hunting attire, but now equipped with a Cross Iron Sword, a Short Bow, and a quiver of arrows.
Behind her stood two strong guards clad in half armor.
Freya scanned the surrounding forest to determine her direction.
The forest next to the territory was vast, with many areas specifically known for producing unique game, even at the edges.
"Sister, where do you plan to hunt? Should we prepare a carriage?" one of the guards asked.
Freya shook her head.
"No need. I'm just going to practice nearby and see if I can catch something."
Hearing Freya's decision, both guards sighed in relief. In the past, Freya would always insist on venturing deep into the forest to hunt fierce creatures for everyone to see. However, the dangers of the deeper forest were significant, and given her reckless nature and their abilities, it would be impossible for them to return unscathed. Moreover, if Baron found out that Freya was in danger, the consequences could be imagined.
Unexpectedly, this time Freya was being sensible, which greatly reassured both of them.
Without paying attention to the guards' mental state, Freya walked along the path beside the castle into the woods.
As she ventured deeper, the lush trees grew taller and denser. Occasionally, Freya spotted some small figures darting through the nearby underbrush.
The light yellow Leather Boots she wore made a soft crunching sound on the thick layer of decaying leaves beneath her feet.
After walking for about ten minutes, one of the guards approached Freya respectfully.
"That's enough, Sister. If we go any further in, we won't be able to protect you."
"Alright, let's do it here." Freya smiled slightly.
The density of the surrounding forest indicated that they had reached a certain point, and the originally bright view was now somewhat dim due to the obstruction of leaves.
After a brief glance around, Freya noticed a pile of blackened remnants and bones not far away, suggesting that someone had been here before.
Gathering her focus, she took down her Short Bow from her back, drew an arrow, and nocked it on the bowstring.
With her current physical condition, this Short Bow was easily drawn without any effort.
Seeing Freya's skilled movements, the two guards instinctively moved behind her to avoid obstructing her line of sight.
In the afternoon forest, tranquil and serene, the girl slowly surveyed her surroundings, capturing its secrets.
Her deep blue eyes gradually expanded and contracted with the workings of her mind and gaze.
"I heard my father once hunted Deer here; I wonder if I have that kind of luck."
Freya spoke to herself while keeping her bow aimed at a large tree in the distance.
One of the guards replied, "Deer are quite rare in this area. The Baron encountered one last time only when it strayed from a Herd of Deer; such occurrences are extremely unlikely."
"What a pity; I was hoping to surprise my father!"
Freya's tone carried a hint of disappointment as she suddenly relaxed the bowstring in her hand.
Whoosh!
A white shadow shot out and, with a thud, embedded itself in a distant tree.
"Chirping..."
A series of sharp cries came from that direction, leaving the two guards momentarily stunned.
"Let's go see what I hit!" Freya said, looking into the distance calmly.
The two guards initially thought Freya was merely taking a break from the castle for some leisure time, not expecting her to actually hit a target. After a brief pause, one of them hurried over.
"It's a wild rabbit!" Soon, the guard emerged from the bushes, holding a gray rabbit with an arrow lodged in its leg.
"Not bad."
Seeing the prey she had shot, Freya showed no surprise, merely nodding.
The month-long sword training had not only focused on swordsmanship but also on reflexes and insight. At this moment, hitting the target demonstrated Freya's improvement in ability.
Skillfully drawing her iron sword from her waist, she knocked out the rabbit that was still chirping in the guard's hand with the hilt of her sword and clapped her hands.
"Continue."
The two looked at each other. Although Freya appeared to be the same as before, there was something slightly off about her demeanor; it felt different somehow.
Just as they were lost in their thoughts, another arrow was released.
"Whoosh!" "Thud!"
Freya smiled slightly and quickly walked over to a patch of grass not far away.
Opening it up, she found a white snake pierced through the head by the White Feather Arrow. Due to the snake's strong vitality, it was now writhing and struggling in its death throes.
"Your archery skills are amazing!" one of the guards exclaimed as he placed the twisting snake into his pocket.
"Well, it's nothing special," Freya replied calmly, drawing another arrow from her quiver and nocking it on her bow.
The three of them continued to search for prey in the forest.
Freya initially demonstrated a perfect hit rate, but gradually, under her own deliberate efforts, it turned into a situation where she hit five out of ten shots.
After all, no one would believe that an ordinary, playful noble girl could achieve such impressive results after only practicing swordsmanship for half a month.
Three hours later, the two guards' pockets were filled with the animals Freya had hunted.
The sun quietly withdrew its blinding rays, and the dense forest gradually darkened.
Visibility was affected as well; after circling around with her Short Bow, she found nothing.
However, glancing at the items on the two guards' backs made Freya smile slightly. She put away her Short Bow and clapped her hands.
"Let's call it a day and head back."
"Alright."
Although it was still early, the size of the Deer was considerable. The three who had already hunted some game would likely struggle to carry this one as well.
"Sister, isn't it about time?"
The guard standing next to Freya asked while holding various game.
However, Freya had no intention of leaving just yet. She touched her quiver, which still had more than half of its arrows left, and said, "You all can take the things back first. I want to see if I can hunt a bit more."
"Alright, if that's what you wish."
After half a month of following her, the two guards understood Freya's strength. There were no threats around the outskirts of the forest, so they easily carried their load back.
Watching them leave with a smile, Freya then took up her Short Bow and nocked an arrow, scanning her surroundings.
Suddenly, her gaze sharpened, and in an instant, the arrow in her hand was released.
Thud!
Chirp!
The cry of the prey echoed from a distance.
Compared to the archery skills masked by the two guards earlier, Freya's display of power at this moment would surely astonish anyone who witnessed it. This was the result of her relentless training over the past month.
As expected, she hit her target.
Freya smiled as she sheathed her Short Bow and drew the iron sword from her waist, which she had never used before, casually slashing forward.
A faint sound of slicing through the air was heard, and almost without seeing the sword's shadow, a tree branch as thick as her wrist fell to the ground with a perfectly smooth cut.
The speed of her draw was gradually matching that of Baron.
Having seen Baron wield a sword before, she knew that Baron's style was based on power, with speed being merely an addition.
But Baron was a Knight-Level Expert, and at this moment, Freya was gradually catching up to that level of strength in certain aspects.
"I am no longer weak."
Freya contentedly returned the sword to its sheath and walked toward her prey.
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