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    Ellis blinked in mild surprise. “Then what were you doing those two hours?”


    “Taking my time,” Freya said tly.


    Even though it was only a mock system, it still reflected their hard work. Crashing through it instantly would have been disrespectful. Still, she had studied every part of it in detail. And if this was just their trial version, the real system had to be ten times stronger. No one else could get past it.


    “I’ll set up a match for you next time,” Ellis said, already formting a n. “You’ll attack. They’ll defend. Let’s see how long theyst.”


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    As they continued their conversation, they arrived at the training ground. Freya’s team members were already working hard under Michael’s watchful eye. Even though Freya didn’t speak to them, one nce told her how exhausted they were.


    Ellis gave Michael a quick nod of greeting before calling everyone together.


    What followed was a much more brutal training session. For over an hour, they pushed through relentless drills until finally, they were granted a break at noon.


    “Freya, keep going. The rest of you, go eat,” Ellis ordered.


    No one moved a muscle.


    Frederick was the first to speak up. “Why can’t Freya eat?”


    “She wasted two hours earlier. She’s making up for it now,” Ellis said tly, without missing a beat.


    Freya looked shocked. Everyone else was just as lost.


    None of them could figure it out. “Why? Didn’t you call her away yourself earlier?”


    “Isn’t that a little… unfair?”


    “If anyone doesn’t feel like eating, you’re wee to stay here and train with her,” Ellis said, scanning them all with a cool look. “I don’t mind.”


    At that, the group scattered like startled birds. As they left, they still managed to call back to Freya.


    “Tell me what you want to eat—I’ll eat it for youter.”


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    “I’ll bring you some water after you’re done.”


    Freya shot them a disdainful re. “Save it.”


    “Captain, be nice to Freya,” Greta called over her shoulder. And with that, she took off running, terrified of being pulled back for more drills.


    Once the others were gone, Ellis turned to Freya. “Do you want me to be nice to you?”


    “No,” Freya answered firmly.


    Her gut told her that Ellis’s idea of “nice” woulde at a steep price.


    “Train for one more hour, then break for lunch,” Ellis said after ncing at his watch, his tone all business.


    Freya epted the order and turned without another word.


    She already knew—lunch was probably off the table. By the time she finished training, the cafeteria would be long closed. Where was she supposed to find lunch then?


    As it turned out, Ellis never broke a promise when it came to serious business. He had told Freya to train for an extra hour to squeeze out the best possible results from the session. He had even gone ahead and arranged a private meal setup just for her.


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