Freya knew that she did not have that kind of talent. Ever since she was in Bucce, she used her unyielding personality to make up for the difference. She put in a lot more effort than others, and slowly made up for the difference between people.
But things were not as simple as she thought.
As time passed, Freya gradually realized that the difference between people was not something that could be made up with hard work.
Just like in this academy, there were too many capable people, and she was simply insignificant in this crowd. She was like a tiny firefly under the bright moon, and the little bit of pride she had in Bucce had completely disappeared.
In front of her was a Knight student from the upper year. He had the strength of a Middle Silver-ranked Knight, and was on par with Bretton. In fact, if this competition did not limit the strength of the participants to the peak of Iron-ranked, she would have already fallen to the ground.
But even so, she could feel her hands trembling as she gripped her sword.
The upper year student who was frowning was also carefully circling around her. Freya's tenacious fighting style had caused him to suffer quite a bit. The annual championship competition of the Royal Cavalry Academy had a rule that everyone complained about. There was no time to rest between matches, and everyone had to pay the price for wasting too much energy in the previous battle.
It was said that the founder of the academy set this rule to let the students understand that no enemy would give them 'reasonable' rules on the battlefield. They had to learn to conserve their energy, and only then would they be able to survive longer on the battlefield.
The original intention of the Royal Cavalry Academy was to send the best military talents to this ancient kingdom. In times of peace, the students who graduated from the academy were all trained as middle and high ranking officers. Those who graduated with excellent results were even selected to enter the royal Knight's regiment the moment they stepped out of the academy's gates.
Thus, there were many people who reached the heavens in a single bound.
Just like this annual championship competition, the Knight's competition was carried out using a point system. Students of different years would be able to obtain a corresponding amount of points by fighting, and a cruel elimination system was implemented. Only the person who stood at the end would receive the highest honor of the academy, the title of 'Champion Knight'.
And after the Champion Knight was decided, the best Knight of each year would be selected based on the points.
Basically, these people could be branded with the mark of nobility.
Even though this system was not very fair, but it was a true reflection of the life and death struggle on the battlefield. Just like a famous quote from the founder of the academy:
Luck is not only your strength, but it is also one of your greatest reliance.
This sentence was the most appropriate to describe Freya. She was only an Iron-ranked, and this speed of improvement was considered rare for a normal person. It could be said that it was the greatest affirmation of her hard work, but in this situation, Freya felt that she did not have any extra strength to react to her opponent's movements..
She could only barely keep up with the other party's circling movements and pray that luck would favor her, or perhaps a miracle would be more appropriate at this moment.
Her opponent seemed to have noticed this as well. After carefully confirming that she was not deliberately deceiving him, the senior student decisively launched an attack.
The sword came from the back of her right side, which was the hardest to guard against. Freya did not think much of it, or rather, she did not have the strength to think much. She raised her sword. It was almost an instinctive action, but as if she had a mind of her own, she let the opponent's sword pass through the handle of her longsword.
She felt a burning sensation on her hand, and her opponent was slightly stunned. Freya did not even think about it and twisted her hand, pulling the sword from the handle of the cage. While he was still in a daze, she went up to him and elbowed him in the chest.
The student was sent flying, but when he got up again, Freya's sword was already on his neck.
"What kind of swordsmanship is that?" The student asked as he got up. He saw the bright red blood dripping down from the girl's hand, and it was somewhat dazzling.
"…" Freya did not answer.
In fact, she was a little confused. The last move she used just now was obviously a move that she remembered Brando had used before. When she first saw Brando use it, she did not think it was very exquisite, but now that she thought about it, it was very practical.
But she thought that if it was Brando who used it, she would not have hurt her hand.
"I admit defeat." The senior student who was sitting on the ground was stunned for a moment, and finally raised his hand. Then, Freya saw the female Knight, who was the referee, walk in. As usual, the latter separated the two with a cold face, and then turned to look at her.
"I heard that you have been on the battlefield?" Maynild asked in a cold voice.
Freya noticed that there was a trace of deep suspicion in her eyes. She rarely saw unnecessary emotions in those dark eyes, as if the female Knight was always wearing a cold mask. But at this moment, the mask was a little loose.
The girl was a little confused, but she still nodded. In the Royal Cavalry Academy, there was no one who dared to go against this senior.
"Is it related to Madara's undead?"
"Yes."
"The swordsmanship you used just now, can you still use it again?"
Freya hesitated for a moment. She felt that she was about to faint.
But Maynild also saw her embarrassment and did not insist. Instead, she said, "That move just now had the shadow of Erouine's military swordsmanship, and it was not the same as the Knight's swordsmanship taught in the academy. I heard that you were once a militia?"
Freya nodded again.
"But no matter if it is the militia's swordsmanship or the guards' swordsmanship, it is not a straightforward killing move. It is more like the real Erouine's swordsmanship." The black-haired female Knight frowned and looked at her deeply. "You are from Bucce? Do you know anyone in the White-Mane army? "
Freya was stunned. She did not know why this senior who usually took care of her would keep asking her these strange questions.
Of course, she shook her head.
But the current Freya was no longer the ignorant country girl from Bucce. She had gained a lot of knowledge after studying for a few months. She recalled the move just now, and the swordsmanship Brando used. It seemed that they all had one thing in common. To put it simply, it was concise.
It was an extremely concise swordsmanship, as if it did not need any extra moves, as if it was purely used to win. Freya could imagine the effect of this swordsmanship on the battlefield. No wonder Maynild called it a killing move.
She recalled that Brendel's every move was swift and clean, and his speed was astonishing.
But when she came back to her senses, she saw Maynild's pair of dark eyes staring at her. She was shocked. She had never seen this side of Maynild. But after a while, Maynild said:
"Actually, that was not a pure Erouine Battle Formation Swordsmanship."
Freya was stunned. Her heart skipped a beat. What did she mean?
"Are you hiding something, Freya?"
The girl quickly shook her head, causing her ponytail to sway.
"Alright, that was a modified version of Erouine Battle Formation Swordsmanship." Maynild straightened her body and said with a strange expression: "I've seen this swordsmanship before."
Freya watched as Maynild turned around and walked to the other side of the arena after she finished speaking. However, her face slowly turned pale. She suddenly thought of a possibility.
This woman knew Brando.
…
"Who was that?"
The half Fairy Princess turned around. "Who?"
"The student who won just now." Magadal looked at the crowd below and said: "I saw Maynild talking to her for a while. She seemed to be a girl."
Gryphine followed Magadal's gaze and understood.
"That's Everton's daughter." The silver-haired girl sighed: "Unfortunately, it seems that she did not inherit her father's talent. Although she is already very good, she is not the best in this batch of students. Compared to her father, she is still far behind. "
"Gryphine, that's because the quality of this batch of students is too good." Although the Nun Princess was not an expert in swordsmanship, her wisdom and experience made up for the gap: "That young man called Bretton, and the other two people, I've heard you mention them more than once."
The silver-haired girl smiled: "Yes, Lady Martha is still protecting Erouine."
She continued, "I'm going to pick out the best students from the upper and lower grades to go with you to Ampere Seale, Tini. Both Oberwei and I think it's necessary to train the students in this cohort. Let them leave Ampere Seale and train. That's my idea."
"So you have your eyes on that Bretton, Gryphine?" Magadal turned her head and asked: "He is indeed a very calm young man. There are very few people like him among the nobles —"
"Not necessarily, Tinny," The silver-haired girl's eyes flashed: "I know there is one more. He let me know that the blood of Erouine's ancestors has not dried up, so there is still hope for this ancient kingdom."
"It's rare to hear you praise someone like that, Gryphine."
The half Fairy Princess did not answer her friend's question. She was thinking about the young man that Oberwei mentioned. She had already confirmed that he did not come here with Freya. What a mysterious guy.
She did not know where he was and what he was doing, but she had a faint premonition that he would not be willing to be left alone. He would soon appear in front of everyone again.
As for how he would appear?
The silver-haired girl smiled in her heart and threw away this strange thought.
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