A week later.

Ayaraku learns the etiquette and knowledge of the nobility, and at the same time earnestly "cultivates".

In addition to the enthusiastic Songxue and Lilith, even Rose has become a lovely maid who cultivates together.

Until this morning—

"Your Excellency,"

"Princess Freya invites you to her palace, where the Sword Saint Kreher Greet is waiting for your treatment."

Rose reminded gently.

"Hmm,"

"I see."

Ayara kissed the black straight beautiful girl on the cheek.

"Your Excellency,"

"I'll serve you and get dressed."

Rose rises from the bed, revealing her seductive figure.

Song Xue and Lilith are still asleep in bed, and it seems that they will not wake up for the time being.

"That's good,"

"Rose."

Ayaro smiled.

"If you like it, my lord."

The girl replied with a blushing face, and helped him put on the uniform of the brave with her dexterous hands.

With a handsome face and gorgeous clothes, he looked even more handsome than he had been a week ago.

Young, steady, kind, and a beautiful teenager.

......

Soon.

Ayaro arrives at Freya's palace and, led by the princess, to a garden.

Juggernaut has been waiting here for a long time.

The long white hair is as simple and white as snow, the eyebrows are picturesque, and the fragrance is charming, like a fairy in the painter's pen, with a cold and dusty momentum.

Her beautiful eyes are like the blue sea, and she has a gentle and friendly smile on her pretty face.

In terms of figure, it is a hundred points, and it is not inferior to Freya.

On the fly in the ointment, her right arm was severed in the previous fight.

"You're the Brave of Healing, Mr. Ayaraku, right?"

Kreher looked at the new hero.

"Yes,"

"It's an honor to meet you, Miss Klech Greillette, the Sword Saint."

Ayaro smiled politely.

"Now that they're both here,"

"Let's start healing Miss Klech's wounds at once."

Freya said softly.

"As you wish,"

"Your Highness Freya."

Ayaro replied respectfully.

"In that case, I'll trouble you."

Juggernaut half-knelt on the ground.

Ayaro walked behind him and began to use the Reverter class.

"I'll do my best."

Ayaraku's hand lit up with a green light full of life.

"Reply."

He pressed his right hand against the back of the Juggernaut, and the dazzling green light became even more intense.

It was at this moment that the memories that belonged to Kreher entered his mind.

It was a world of blood and black:

The Juggernaut and the Terran partners advanced, and then fought with the strong in the territory of the demons, and the battle between the two sides was dark, and the partners were seriously killed and wounded.

Sadness, despair, anger, hatred, pain, all the emotions that Crehe once felt were fed back to Ayaraku.

The feeling of running out of magic power, the feeling of physical exhaustion, the feeling of the right hand being cut off by the demons......

He experienced Klech's pain all over again.

"Success???"

Kreher exclaimed.

The severed right hand miraculously recovered, not even a single scar.

That way, she was able to fight with her sword again.

"Wow-"

Ayaraku couldn't hold back the pain and almost fainted.

His hands were barely on the ground, and his whole body was trembling.

That's right, as a "newcomer", the brave profession is too "difficult" for him.

"Miracle, this is a real miracle,"

"I can continue fighting, thank you, Aya, Ayaro?"

Kreher was about to thank the brave man, but he saw him half-kneeling with a painful face.

"Are you alright?"

Juggernaut asked.

"Ayaraku, are you feeling okay?"

Freya narrowed her eyes and asked.

"It's okay,"

"This is just the first attempt, and I'm definitely going to be able to use my recovery skills more proficiently in the future."

The boy gritted his teeth and stood up.

The trembling body gradually calmed down, and the green face was full of determination.

"For the Kingdom,"

"For Her Highness Freya,"

"I will definitely work harder!"

Ayaluo said seriously.

His eyes were as determined as a rock.

"It's wonderful,"

"Ayaro, you will definitely become a great brave man."

Freya smiled.

Originally, she was worried that this guy might not be able to persevere, but she didn't expect him to be so "loyal" and "hardworking".

The Regeneration Warlock heals the injury, but the user suffers from the wounded.

If Ayaro can't survive on her own volition, then she won't hesitate to let her men use other means:

Use addictive drugs to destroy the spirit of the healed brave, so that their spirit collapses and becomes an addict.

In the end, he became a lowly slave who could do anything for medicine.

Fortunately, the teenager's willpower is not bad.

"Thank you for giving me the opportunity to take the sword again,"

"One day, the sword saint Kreher Greillette will repay you with all her heart."

Klehe smiled and promised.

"This is what I should do, Miss Juggernaut."

Ayaraku is back to normal.

"Without further ado,"

"I will have to meet His Majesty the King later, and I will not be able to accompany you,"

"Goodbye, Your Highness Freya, Mr. Ayaraku."

Juggernaut walked away with a light step.

"Ayaraku,"

"You've done very well this time."

Freya complimented.

"It is my privilege to serve Her Highness Freya."

Ayaraku's eyes were fiery, but they were full of respect and loyalty, and she stood humbly in front of the princess.

As the princess of the kingdom, Freya is all too familiar with this kind of look.

That's what her dogs see her.

In order to please her, even if the lowly slaves were to die, the fanatics would not hesitate to draw their swords and kill themselves.

"Let's go back,"

"I will report your merits to my father, and I wish you to become proficient in your professional skills as soon as possible."

"Yes!"

"Your Highness Freya."

......

After Ayaro and Krehe disappeared, the princess's palace fell silent again.

"How?"

"As a reverter using the recovery skill for the first time, his performance is excellent."

Freya seemed to be talking to herself.

But soon, a dark shadow came out of the grass in the corner.

This is the appraiser of the royal palace, who can accurately judge how talented a person is, and what kind of personality he has.

"That's right, Your Highness Freya,"

"That boy is amazing, this is not an ordinary recovery skill,"

"'Recovery' was originally only able to heal injuries that the human body could recover from, but he was able to recover from a broken arm,"

"If you train it well, you will definitely become your right-hand man."

The old man replied respectfully.

"After all, it's just a lowly slave,"

"The thought of that kind of pariahs being brave like me makes me want to vomit,"

"But for the sake of his talent, I'll give him a chance to be a dog."

Freya smiled coldly.

At this moment, there was no tenderness or kindness on her face, only arrogance and indifference.

Her will is the will of this kingdom.

Gorgeous on the outside, but in fact rotten, brutal, inhumane, indifferent, and ruthless, all by their own preferences and moods can control everything around them.

This is the true face of the princess Freya Elgrandi Gioral.