The Girl Who Looted Tomorrow

While thinking about it, Freya left the bathroom and said directly to Euphemia, “Unlike the Earth Path and War Path, I can’t advance rapidly on the Scholar Path. At most, I can drink two potions in a row and reach Rank Two. Any higher than that won’t work.”

“Eh?” Euphemia froze slightly, then said, “So during the time it took you to use the bathroom, that mysterious ability of yours activated again?”

Although that sentence sounded just a little strange, Freya still nodded.

“So I thought about it. I probably won’t take the Scholar Path after all.”

The main reason was that the Rank One and Rank Two abilities of the Scholar Path were both related to strengthening learning. If she did not invest time into studying, then it was basically the same as having no abilities at all.

And Freya… did she look like someone who loved studying?

In truth, the maximum duration of [Future Simulation] had already been extended to two months. If Freya used Scholar Freya’s save file to enter and leave simulations over and over again, constantly studying knowledge, then in theory, she could raise the upper limit of that save file quite high.

The problem was… she was lazy.

So she might as well leave this save slot for the Mind Path.

“Okay,” Euphemia said, looking slightly disappointed.

Time slowly passed. Another half month went by, and soon it was the day of Freya’s final exams.

Euphemia also kept their earlier agreement. She slipped into the exam room under the [Invisibility Cloak] and began helping Freya cheat.

There was nothing much to say about the process. No matter how strict the proctor was, they were not going to discover someone using extraordinary powers to cheat right under their nose.

To avoid accidents, Freya even ran through it once in a simulation first. After confirming there were no problems, she had Euphemia help her again in reality.

Poor Effie had helped Freya take the exams twice, once in the simulation and once in reality.

Of course, the real Effie had no idea about that.

As for the results, there was no need to say much. Freya firmly took first place in the entire grade and left the second-place student far behind.

Freya’s teacher, the balding middle-aged man who had scolded her before, was now holding her exam paper with trembling hands. He looked down at the paper, then looked up at Freya standing in front of him, his expression utterly blank.

Was this really the same Freya who either whispered with others during class or slept so soundly she seemed to forget the concept of time?

In fairness, this could not really be blamed on Freya. The things taught in this world’s schools were simply too boring. She had, in fact, once tried to listen seriously.

But when she tried, she opened her eyes again and found that class had already ended for the day. What was she supposed to do about that?

Take [A Brief History of the Kingdom], for example. Freya was not even from this world. She had no sense of belonging to the Kingdom of Tarapaca at all. And without that sense of belonging, she naturally had no interest in it.

What did this country’s past have to do with her?

Of course she could not study it properly.

Now, looking at her teacher’s expression of speechless shock, Freya felt a wave of secret satisfaction. She put one hand on her slim waist and said, “A genius is still a genius no matter what. Easy~”

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Then the balding teacher thought about it for a moment and actually accepted this explanation.

After all, Freya had always been an excellent student before. Although her behavior had been a bit strange over the past month, getting a good score was perfectly normal.

If anything, it would have been stranger if Freya’s grades had suddenly dropped.

Just like that, the long vacation was about to begin.

Before leaving school for the last time, Freya waved goodbye to Amy.

“Amy, see you next semester~”

Amy puffed out her cheeks.

“Mmph. The way you said that makes it sound like you don’t plan to come play with me at all during the whole summer.”

Freya showed a slightly awkward expression.

Because that really had been what she was thinking.

After Euphemia searched through many books and found nothing, the two of them decided to leave the city for a while to search for a way for Freya to step onto the Mind Path.

Freya put her hands together and raised them over her head, lowering her head slightly as she said, “Sorry, Amy. But I really have something very important to do this vacation. I even need to leave Auxerre City for a while. When I come back, I’ll definitely come find you first, okay?”

Hearing this, Amy’s little temper instantly vanished.

“Eh? Leave Auxerre City? Faye, by yourself?”

Freya said, “With another friend.”

Amy looked worried.

“As long as you’re not alone. Anyway, once you’re outside the city, you have to be careful.”

Freya raised her right arm as if showing off her muscles and smiled.

“Don’t worry, don’t worry. I’m not as delicate as you think~”

However, there was no visible curve on Freya’s right arm. Not even the faintest trace of muscle definition.

Amy’s expression did not change.

“That makes me even more worried.”

In any case, after promising Amy that she absolutely would not get into trouble, the two said goodbye at the school gate.

Freya returned to Euphemia’s rented apartment. It was already evening. Naturally, she and Effie could not set out overnight, so they packed the luggage they might need and prepared to leave the next day.

Early the next morning, Freya woke up before the sun had even risen.

After all, this was her first time leaving the city and going on a long trip. She was quite excited.

In the original Freya’s memories, she seemed to have lived in this city since birth and had never left. As for the current Freya, traveling itself was something exciting.

She enthusiastically opened her wardrobe and began choosing clothes.

As she rummaged through it, she spotted a pair of black stockings hidden in the very back. To be honest, she had bought them during her very first shopping trip, but after all this time, she had not worn them even once.

After thinking for a moment, Freya took them out. Feeling the smooth texture of the stockings against her fingertips, she silently muttered, Maybe I’ll try wearing these today…

When she bought this pair of stockings, she remembered briefly trying them on in the shop. But because it had felt too embarrassing, she had not dared wear them home. She had taken them off in the shop and changed back into her old, worn-out ordinary clothes.

As for now, she had already used Life Freya’s clone to run around barefoot in front of everyone.

It was just a pair of black stockings. Could it really be more embarrassing than being barefoot?

She could only say that Life Freya had dragged her embarrassment threshold very low.

Freya sat on the edge of the bed and first rolled the stocking down slightly. Then she lifted her right foot and slowly slipped her cute little foot inside.

Her hands pulled gently upward. Because the material of the stockings was quite good, and because Freya’s calves were smooth, the process felt unusually fluid.

A faint sense of being wrapped spread from her foot to her ankle, then to her calf, and finally up to her thigh.

When Freya let go, the stocking settled at the top of her thigh with a soft snap. Since Freya’s figure was extremely slender, her thighs were also very slim. Naturally, the stockings did not dig into her skin at all.

After putting it on, Freya first raised her leg and moved the toes wrapped in black fabric.

“It actually feels pretty comfortable?” she murmured.

Then she repeated the process with the other stocking. After pairing them with a pale top and a dark pleated skirt, Freya pushed open the bedroom door.

At that moment, Euphemia had just woken up. Her hair still had quite a few stray tufts sticking out. She was rubbing her eyes while yawning, clearly still half-asleep, and swayed unsteadily toward the bathroom.

Then she saw Freya walking out.

Euphemia froze.

Her gaze was drawn, almost involuntarily, to Freya’s slender legs wrapped in black stockings.

When someone saw an unfamiliar woman on the street for the first time, what did they look at first?

Some might answer, “The face, of course.”

But in reality, that was not quite true. Most people’s first reaction was to look at the figure, the chest, or the legs. The face was not actually the highest priority.

Euphemia rubbed her eyes, opened them again, and carefully looked Freya up and down.

She woke up instantly.

As for Freya, seeing the shock written all over Euphemia’s face, she could not help showing a slightly shy expression. Her legs unconsciously pressed together, and she lightly rubbed them against each other.