After a brief wash, Freya walked out of the bedroom.

Although it was still early, the servants got up early and got busy.

Walking down the spiral staircase, Freya saw a young girl in a white maid costume who was carefully wiping with a towel.

"Good morning, Miss Freya." The maid saw Freya's respectful greeting.

"Well, early." Freya smiled and nodded, and just as she was about to leave, she seemed to think of something and asked the maid

"By the way, did Dad have breakfast this morning?"

"The Baron is out of town early in the morning," said the maid respectfully

"Oh... I know. Freya nodded, not knowing what she was thinking.

The restaurant of the castle.

Breakfast was not meant to be eaten together, so there were only a few people seated in the restaurant.

After greeting her with a smile, she simply ate the food brought by the maid, and the main seat was indeed empty.

Without any extra thoughts, after quickly eating her own food, Freya left her seat.

Because she was attacked because she didn't listen to the dissuasion to hunt alone in the forest before, Freya who was in the castle at this time was considered to be under house arrest by the baron in disguise as punishment.

However, she also had this intention, judging from the current situation, the storm was surging outside the castle, and she could only bring danger to herself when she went out, and at the same time made the baron worry that it was better to find something to do in the castle.

After breakfast, she did not return to her bedroom, but went to a gate in the depths of the castle as she remembered.

The door was unlocked and was gently pushed open.

It was an empty room, large in size, with a reddish-brown floor reflecting a faint yellow from the sunlight projected through the windows.

I could faintly hear the sound of the guards exercising in the distance from the window.

There was nothing in the room except for a few exercise equipment and a row of wooden sword holders.

This is usually a place where only some people with special status in the castle exercise.

In Freya's memory, she came here a few times when she was a child because of curiosity, and was taught some basic swordsmanship here by the baron, but because there were only a few tricks back and forth, she gave up when she was playful.

However, from the current Freya's point of view, although the basic swordsmanship that the baron taught her at the beginning belonged to the most basic things, they were also the most practical and the things that could exercise their strength the most.

She walked over to the sword stand and took one of them.

The brown wooden sword is a bit heavy, it seems to be a deliberate imitation of the material found in real life, the length is about one meter, and the gauntlet and the blade form a standard cross type, which is the most common cross sword.

There are staggered scratches on the hilt of the sword that are used to hold the hand and the sword, which is also quite handy.

Freya closed her eyes, and her brain went into memory.

The active thinking of the early morning makes her memory go deeper, and even the details that she didn't notice before can be perfectly reflected in her memory.

In the memory of the image, a stout man with a beard on his chin is smiling and practicing swordsmanship for the little girl standing nearby.

The slow sword style is the speed that the man deliberately slows down, or slashes, or slashes, or stabs, and the man's seemingly random movements are extremely precise in Freya's eyes.

The basic swordsmanship was only a few simple moves, and it didn't take long for Freya to roughly understand the way to exert force and the essentials of movement.

Suddenly opened her eyes, and the long sword in her hand slashed down according to the pattern of the baron in her memory, and then slashed horizontally!

Two simple movements because of the weight of the wooden sword made her movements slightly out of shape, although the brain can clearly remember the correct movements, but the body still needs continuous exercise to do it.

After doing the two movements, she adjusted her body posture slightly.

"Straight stab!"

'Whoosh'

The slight cracking sound of her sword was heard, and her hair, raised by the movement, glowed a hazy golden in the morning light.

"Pick up!"

'Poof'

The sound of the wooden sword dancing echoed through the empty room.

Soon, several moves were performed.

A fine layer of sweat gradually appeared on Freya's forehead.

Alternating the wooden sword on the left hand is a simple action, but it requires the strength of the whole body, which is a very tiring thing.

Although Freya's physique has been inherited from the Baron since she was a child, and she is better than other girls of the same age, she also struggles with this kind of exercise.

Freya shook her slightly sore right hand.

"If only the weight of the sword were lighter."

However, she also knew that most of the weapons in this world were still in iron, and steel weapons were only available to a few large families, and they were considered weapons that could only be equipped by top warriors.

Therefore, most of the weapons in this world are not judged by their sharpness, but by their durability and weight.

Even if it can't kill you, a heavy iron sword can crush you!

Complaining won't solve the problem, and the exercise will continue.

A slight cracking sound followed after a brief pause.

This simple workout is not an instant effort, but requires perseverance and determination.

As time passed, Freya's movements began to grow from slow to smooth.

Some of the sword styles also slowly became faster because of familiarity.

A few simple movements have a sense of ethereal under her demonstration.

The wooden sword brought the sound of the wind in the air, almost connected.

Moreover, Freya found that her body grew more familiar with swordsmanship as she exercised more and more, which was a response to the training she had brought from her childhood.

Maybe she really has a different talent for swordsmanship, and unconsciously, Freya is getting more and more involved in practice, and she doesn't even feel like her clothes are soaked with sweat.

The sharp sword slash was in the air, and after a turn and a flirtatious stroke, the wooden sword finally stopped turning.

"Whew..."

Feeling that her body was gradually losing her breath, Freya stopped.

I was sweating a lot, and my body was a little sore, because it was the first time I had done such an intense workout. The fourteen-year-old girl's posture has a faint sense of lightness after some exercise.

However, soon Freya discovered that this feeling was not her own delusion, but a real one, although there was only a trace of it, but for her super thinking, she still captured it.

Freya wiped the sweat from her head and stared at the wooden sword in her hand, the corners of her mouth curled slightly.

"It seems that this workout method is really the most effective! But... If you do too much at a time, it will hurt your body, and the gains outweigh the losses, so you should make some plans. ”

Because there are more and more homeless people in the territory, the baron spends very little time in the castle, sometimes no one is seen for two or three days, and every time he comes back, the long sword at his waist is stained with a strong smell of blood, and he has no time to care about Freya.

However, Freya was happy too.

After breakfast, I went to the training room to practice basic swordsmanship, then went to the open space to practice running and other things, and went to the library to read books in the evening.

Because she did not deliberately avoid it, gradually everyone in the castle knew about her newly developed habit, and the baron was happy to give a point or two when he found out.

This life lasted until half a month later.

(This segment is really weird, obviously modified, but after it is confirmed, it is still restored to its original state)

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