I am a witch, I must suppress all enemies

"Yes. It seems the adventurers presented a valuable 'corpse,' or so they say. The king was thinking of rewarding them, inviting them to stay at the palace and even planning a banquet in their honor."

"It's just that there was a strong man who didn't go. The king told the Paladin to pay attention to this strong man and find a chance to invite him to be his guest. But for some reason, a conflict arose." Cart said regretfully.

Claire's face was a little upset. Damn, why didn't you say so earlier?

"Alas, it's all the fault of the Holy Knight for not explaining clearly. He always acted pretentiously and coldly, trying to make his subordinates understand what he meant. As a result, not only did his subordinates not understand, but they also took it upon themselves to prevent that powerful man from leaving."

"I heard that the strong man came back. Now everyone is preparing to find the adventurer and apologize to him..."

"Okay, okay, I understand what happened. By the way, I heard that you were looking for the Saint, didn't I? Where is the Saint now? I'm quite interested."

Claire said that misunderstandings were no longer a big deal. She only had one thing left to worry about.

Hearing Claire's words, Karl's face twisted a little. "You all know about this? Oh, it seems like you guys are always paying attention to me... How embarrassing."

Is this guy narcissistic?

"I don't know who leaked the news. I picked up the candidate saints and sent them to the temple. They are safe."

Claire finally felt relieved.

Bidding farewell to this foolish knight, Claire pondered in her heart.

The royal palace in the distance, the magnificent and golden palace looks solemn and mysterious in the afterglow of the setting sun. Who knows how many terrifying masters are hidden in it.

"So the next step is to leave here?" she whispered to herself.

Although she hasn't been discovered yet, but... she has a bad feeling.

It's never nice to leave without saying goodbye. Claire sighed and decided to go say goodbye to Sheila first.

Back at the hotel, Claire quickly removed her magical disguise and restored her original appearance.

The petite girl with a beautiful face like a porcelain doll stroked her golden and shiny hair and looked at the scenery outside the window.

Not long after, footsteps were heard outside the door. Claire turned and saw a group of knights marching in in an orderly manner. Leading them was the knight she had beaten up earlier, and he looked a little embarrassed and apologetic.

"Ms. Claire, what happened before..." He hesitated, obviously apologizing for his previous behavior.

"It's okay." Claire interrupted him and said calmly, "Let the past be the past."

After hearing this, the knights all breathed a sigh of relief.

She is not a ruthless person who would kill someone's entire family if she disagrees with him.

"Where is Sheila?" Claire asked directly.

"Lady Xila is waiting for you at the palace for a banquet," the knight replied respectfully.

Claire nodded and stood up.

......

A group of unknown adventurers from Loma brought the remains of death, which caused a sensation in the whole of Yarde.

The remains came from the largest forbidden area of death - Hengduan Mountain, which is shrouded in thick fog all year round, and people nearby can often hear soul-shaking roars coming from inside.

It was the first time that someone brought out the "corpse slaves" from that place. Its appearance was like a bombshell, causing an uproar in the academic circles and all walks of life in Yarde.

Scholars gathered to study and explore the remains, poring over ancient books and consulting materials, trying to uncover the secrets behind the remains, as if they had seen the door to an unknown world slowly opening.

However, some people who understand history are beginning to feel uneasy.

"This is a change that has never happened before!"

So he began to quote from classics and use "allusive history" to draw lessons from the past and satirize the present.

When some insiders questioned their topic, some insiders covered their mouths and said, "Shh, you think this is a historical research issue, but it's actually a political issue."

"Does it matter whether history is true or not? Do you really care that much about the millions of innocent civilians killed by the Death Slaves when they came down the mountain?"

"Brother, you can lie to me, but don't lie to yourself. It doesn't really matter if I'm fooled by you. I can just laugh it off and forget about it. But I hope you don't lie to yourself."

As a result, a dark undercurrent surged in the Kingdom's cultural circles, and people began to be suspicious and tried to exploit the issue, especially regarding the war with Harun. Thus, the question of the legitimacy of the war was once again put on the table.

But to their surprise, Argonne XIV did not respond to this matter, but continued to suppress the opinions of the nobles.

In any case, Xila and her group became famous in the capital of Yarde.

It was almost evening and the king's banquet was about to begin.

"Claire! Why did you run away with Raziel? Where is Raziel?"

When Claire stepped into the banquet hall, she saw Xila at a glance. She was wearing a pure white banquet dress, which shone with a soft luster under the light, as if she was a cloud gently caressed by the moonlight.

"~It's just some minor misunderstandings. I asked Raziel to go back to Roma." Claire shrugged.

"Why aren't you wearing a dress?" Xila opened her eyes wide.

Although Claire was used to her female identity, she didn't pay much attention to dressing up. She always carried the dress her aunt had given her.

"But this outfit of yours looks really good." Claire's eyes widened when she saw Sierra's current outfit.

Her long red hair cascaded down her shoulders, creating a striking contrast with her white dress.

The bright red color is as hot as fire, but it is neutralized by her proud temperament, making it look even brighter and more attractive.

"Well, of course. I'm the flower of adventurers. I don't know how many men want to pursue me."

What a shame. What made Claire feel regretful was that her breasts were not that big.

Why do most of the beautiful girls I meet have small breasts? Claire looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, a look of melancholy on her face.

She really wants a hug from a broad-minded woman.

The banquet began in the large marble-paved lobby. Through the three open ancient royal windows, one could see the charming April night, the bustling streets below, the bright lights and the bustling traffic. It was a bustling scene.

The carriages rumbling down below came to a sudden halt, their doors opened and slammed shut, and groups of nobles went up the stairs, mumbling something in their conversation.

Claire is not interested in noble men, but rather noble ladies.

But these women twisted their waists and slowly climbed the stairs, talking about the ignorance and poverty of the poor and making exaggerated and weird laughs.