Harol seemed to be surprised that she couldn't read at first, but she supposed that was only normal for him. After all, he grew up in what was possibly a wealthy house with proper education, the same counting for majority of the people he knew. It was likely nothing but normal to him that one knew how to read. To Freya, it wasn't that normal. She grew up with a mother who hadn't even wanted her in the first place, let alone that the woman would care for her any more than just making sure she was still living. When she became a rogue, learning how to read simply didn't seem necessary for the kind of life she chose for herself, and even if she wanted to learn how to read, it would be quite difficult, considering that finding someone who would help a criminal, and later in a murderer, would be difficult already in the first place. And that would only be finding someone to tutor her...

She listened to what Harol said, explaining it to her in such a way that she could actually understand it. Somehow she just couldn't think of it as anything other than wrong. Performing such a ritual on a child merely with the intention to make said child a more powerful mage later on was no good way to treat a child. Or at least, in her eyes but wasn't. Those children weren't even given a chance to do something else with their lives but to become mages capable of destroying things, the life was just forced onto them.

"So what you are saying is that the house of Arkdal just forces the life of a powerful mage upon their children, before said children are even old enough to understand what is being done to them? That is just wrong." Freya said, after a moment of silence. Maybe she was in no position to judge, not knowing why they did so and not knowing how things worked in the house of Arkdal, but still, she just couldn't help but think that it was wrong.