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Catherine also received the news on the same day.

The military report handed into the Rose Building was extremely detailed, filling up an entire piece of parchment. Catherine read it quickly in the sunlight through the window. While she was lost in thought, she caught a glimpse of Lilith's fixed gaze.

"...Look." Catherine handed over the parchment.

Lilith laughed apprehensively: "Oh, how can I do this? This involves military secrets..."

He took it without a moment's hesitation.

"Because we are friends, how could I hide it from you?" Catherine blinked and said sincerely.

Lilith paused, then rolled her eyes at her.

Don't think that she can't hear it just because she's being serious. Someone is secretly making fun of her previous recklessness. What a sinister guy!

"Laugh, laugh. I won't bother with you..." She felt sullen for a few seconds, then lowered her head and read the military newspaper seriously.

The chairman's office fell silent again. Catherine raised the magic book beside her and began to chant the spell again.

The graduation dance was accompanied by the final exams. Catherine had missed too many classes this semester, but as a princess, she absolutely could not tolerate her final ranking dropping, so she drafted Lilith into the army, and the two of them would hide away and cram for their lessons whenever they had free time.

"Safarios... Ignis Feratum..."

The advanced spell that Catherine was practicing at the moment was called "Rift". This spell alone took up two whole pages of the book, and the pronunciation was obscure and difficult to pronounce. She felt her mental power quickly dissipating, but she was unable to gather the expected black light in her hands.

This made the princess a little frustrated. After all, Lilith had looked so easy when she demonstrated it just now.

"How did you do it so fast?" She couldn't help but look at Lilith.

"Start chanting directly from 'Safarios'." Lilith didn't even raise her head, her face almost buried in the parchment.

Catherine glanced at the book, her brows furrowed even more. "You've arbitrarily simplified the spell again? Teacher Luna has repeatedly stressed that doing so can easily cause elemental runaways and mental power to lose control."

"I didn't change it randomly." Lilith immediately denied it. "I just think we should try to understand the intentions of the spell's creator. The spell of 'Rift' is too long, and the elemental power it mobilizes only begins to surge in the second half of the spell.

So I think... the first half is just blah blah."

"...What?" Catherine was a little slow to react. She knew that Lilith was more sensitive to the elements, but she still couldn't keep up with her train of thought.

"That is, this could be a little joke left behind by some old wizard with a bad taste thousands of years ago. The long, repeated words at the beginning are either swear words, meaningless ramblings meant to embarrass future generations, or the creator's name. In any case, skipping them doesn't affect the power of the spell itself."

She looked up at the princess and shrugged, "I've long noticed that most races in this world place great importance on names. Many spells bear the mark of their creators. Of course, I completely understand. It's the original watermark! The right to be named!"

When I become a great magician and create my own spells, I will also talk nonsense, hehe..."

She mumbled something incoherent and went back to reading the military newspaper.

“…” Catherine was speechless.

Although she imagined the bloody scene of her mental power going out of control, Catherine decided to follow Lilith's idea and give it a try.

"Safarios..." A low chanting sounded, and the faint magical vibration disturbed the air, causing the scattered paper rolls around to rustle.

After several attempts, a dim black light finally condensed in her palm, transforming into a walnut-sized ball of light. She hurriedly sent the ball forward, and the black light drifted forward, first hitting the military newspaper in Lilith's hand.

The parchment turned to ash the moment it touched the ball of light, being sucked in and disappearing completely. The ball of light also twisted and deformed, flickering a few times before disappearing without a trace.

This was "Rift," a high-level offensive spell. It was said that in the hands of a legendary mage, it was powerful enough to flatten a mountain in an instant. But in the hands of these students, it seemed insignificant.

However, Her Royal Highness was already very satisfied that she could quickly master the chanting technique by taking advantage of the situation.

The parchment in Lilith's hand had disappeared, but she still maintained the grip of her hands, looking a little dazed.

"Well, what do you think?" Catherine asked her opinion after she determined that she had finished reading.

Lilith looked over in a trance, her voice weak but shocking:

"Catherine...you, are you cheating on me?"

Catherine: …………?

"Ah, I mean, those refugees were your doing, right?" Lilith took a deep breath.

The Mulet Kingdom advanced from the north and south, and its marching route almost cut off the possibility of the people fleeing in other directions. They were like poor lambs, being driven eastward.

Everything seemed reasonable, but Lilith thought it could not be a coincidence.

Catherine, is she competing with King George for population?!

But the war all started with King George's whim, and Catherine passively defended herself. It seemed that she had no choice but to hastily transfer the war to the southern border.

Everything was done so hastily. When did she come up with such an idea, and how did she successfully implement it in such a short time? Lilith looked at her in horror.

"...Yes." Catherine nodded calmly, meeting Lilith's gaze. "Population is the foundation."

Then she smiled again, "Fortunately you are not my enemy, Lilith."

She was so perceptive. Although there were only a few words about refugees in the military report, Lilith immediately discovered the clues.

"The king only cares about his medicine, and the church only cares about the walls of Highgarden. They see refugees as a burden, a source of panic and plague, and they all wish they were as far away from Highgarden as possible.

But I need it, Ozler needs it, there is hope with talent, and the more the better."

Ambition gleamed so brightly in the princess's eyes that Lilith was stunned. She whispered in a trance, "You really are..."

Catherine subconsciously held her breath.

"You really are this!" Lilith gave a thumbs up and praised sincerely.

The princess then smiled. She knew that Lilith always understood her.

"Is there enough food in Ozler to house them?" Lilith raised a realistic question.

"After several years of hard work, I've accumulated some wealth." Catherine said calmly, "Even if it was difficult in the beginning, it's better than continuing to wander. Besides, Ozler now has many people favored by the gods, which is enough to comfort people."

Lilith was even more surprised. It turned out that since she asked the church for people, Catherine had already decided to help Ozler get rid of the derogatory title of "God-forsaken Land" and prepare for absorbing the population in the future...

Ozler's disaster was like a heavy carriage, dragging it forward. Every step was difficult, but Catherine seemed to have gotten used to it. She moved forward bit by bit, working hard for every tiny change.

She was lost in thought, and a look of pity appeared on her face, so Catherine pinched her cheek.

"What?" Lilith was startled.

"I asked you what you think, not what you think about the war." Catherine was almost led astray by her word "cheating", and now she forced the subject back.

"Didn't you see the part about Bishop Avery being assassinated? What are you going to do, Lilith?

Those night elves, your kin, are coming."