Logan chose to let what he noticed slide for now, though he warned her with a piercing gaze enhanced by Rubina's hypnotic influence. He had long since grown accustod to detecting hostility directed at him, but now that his status had risen, it was easier to single out those who still harbored animosity.
Freya, the enchantress, was among them. Her resentnt wasn't entirely personal—it seed tied to dissatisfaction with the power she had been granted. Others exuded greed, though none to the extent of outright hostility or lethal intent.
Alberto, the berserker—whose new class was known as Warchief—was one of them, though his frustration stemd from sothing simpler. Logan's being surrounded by the girls of the classroom he loved clearly made him angry, but his expression shifted the mont Logan inford him he would receive crystals for free, allowing him to strengthen his tanking abilities.
"So, there we have it," Owen announced, scanning the room as he laid out the new team assignnts. "To get everyone leveled, four teams will be ford—each consisting of one tank, two mages, and a frontline warrior.
Group One: Chris (Paladin), Mai (Aerotheurgist), Charlie (Pyromancer), and myself (Owen – Sharpshooter).
Group Two: Ren (Samurai), Yui (Ninja), Carla (Hydromancer), and Darin (Geomancer).
Group Three: Halie (Summoner), who can summon tanks, Reina (Druid), who can summon wood creatures, Charlotte (Knight), and Kiel (Gladiator).
Group Four: Victor (Shadowchaser), Alberto (Warchief), Jin (Monk), and Freya (Enchantress)."
Owen's gaze lingered on each of his classmates before continuing.
"As for the rest," Owen continued, scanning the room, "Ms. Claire (Orator), Silvia (Sage), Marie (Illusionist), Lisa (Saintess), Ruben (Blacksmith), Bobby (Builder), Alma (Songstress), and Xander (Cook)—you'll join one of the four groups when possible. Since your focus is more on support and utility, you already understand how to gain levels more efficiently than I do." He paused, looking around to ensure everyone was in agreent.
"I think you're right," Logan interrupted. "However, I need to leave soon for my next mission, so I'm making one change to the groups. Freya, you'll be coming with instead. Lisa, I'd like you to take her place in that team."
Freya and Lisa exchanged glances, clearly surprised by the decision. Logan, however, remained firm.
[She seems off. I need to keep an eye on her.] Silently, he sent a ntal note to the others.
Lisa nodded in agreent, trusting that Logan had noticed sothing weird. The others picked up on his subtle shift as well once Lisa gave her consent. Only Freya seed perplexed by the sudden change.
Alberto, who had been granted crystals, almost voiced his objection—Freya's reassignnt ant the girl he had hoped to talk to was no longer in his group. But after a brief mont of contemplation, the thought of the crystals and their value kept him silent.
"Well, there you have it," Logan announced, glancing around at the gathered heroes. "I'll be heading to the Red Iron Republic to ta a hydra. I hope you all reach level 80 before I return. My sli, which produces crystals, has already hit level 80, aning it'll soon be capable of creating even higher-quality crystals."
The room filled with murmurs of approval as Logan noted the silent appreciation from the group. Unlike before, he hadn't set a price per crystal this ti.
With enough gold to sustain his kingdom for at least the next decade, Logan knew that accumulating more wealth at the cost of strengthening his allies would only delay their progress. Investing in their growth was the best path forward.
Finally, Logan turned back to Freya, her unease evident. He held his gaze for a mont before speaking again.
"Well, that should be all," Logan concluded. "I need to head out today, but before that, I want each group to have a clear objective. One group will stay in my kingdom to rest, another will head to the labyrinth for training. A third group will keep watch over the guardian and the newly established earth temple. As for the last group… I need you to oversee the Pearl Isles' reconstruction efforts. There's a chance demons might strike while they rebuild, and we can't afford to leave them vulnerable. Additionally, we need the resources they can provide—our kingdom's food supply won't be enough to sustain the refugees if they plan to stay longer than a month."
With his directives given, Logan's assistant, Leonard, imdiately began organizing the details, drafting a rotation chart to ensure that each team knew their role and schedule.
Once the planning was finalized, Logan stood, prompting the others to follow suit. The heroes wasted no ti, setting out to level up as quickly as possible, driven by the weight of George's death and the looming war ahead.
anwhile, Logan had another task at hand. With Freya trailing behind him, he moved toward the teleportation array. His destination: the Red Iron Republic's capital. But first, he needed to settle so final matters concerning his monsters before his departure.
"So... Logan, why did you call to follow you? And in such a forceful manner at that," Freya asked, her tone laced with curiosity and mild irritation. "I know for a fact you don't like , right?"
She shifted slightly, lifting her posture as if to emphasize the changes in her form. With her class advancent, her physical presence had evolved—while she had started as an enchantress, she had now beco a Mystic Charr, her powers over others had increased but due to her level only being 72, they did not work on Logan as intended.
"Freya?" Logan said, his tone cool and deliberate. "I'm not great at rembering nas, but you—I sensed sothing off. You should learn to hide that animosity better." His piercing gaze bore into her. "I won't let you train further until I know for certain you won't harm those I care about."
Then, without hesitation, Logan placed a firm hand on her shoulder. "You will be the first I ta… unwillingly."
Freya's eyes widened as she felt an unfamiliar energy seep into her being. Logan's power surged through her, attempting to subdue her mind, twisting through her consciousness like tendrils of darkness. Panic jolted her thoughts—she knew she was fighting against sothing far beyond re manipulation. This was domination.
Her mind raced, scrambling to resist the foreign force threatening to take hold.
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