I am a witch, I must suppress all enemies

She couldn't help but sigh, "It seems like we are from two different worlds."

In the past, she had heard that the knights wore sturdy heavy armor, held sharp swords, carried shields on their backs, and rode tall war horses. One knight charged and killed more than 20 malnourished old farmers.

Then he declared to the world: "The reason why we nobles have such status is simply because we are born noble and have excellent character, so we are destined to be powerful."

"They are poor and ignorant simply because they have poor character and vision. Their suffering is worthy of their thoughts, blah blah."

What a legal alienation.

"What's wrong? Why are you staring at those noble ladies?" Xila asked suspiciously.

Claire sighed, "Nothing. I used to have some fantasies about them. Maybe I read too many fairy tales."

"Hmm," Sheila scoffed. "You look like you've seen through everything. You're generalizing. I've seen kind, empathetic noble girls."

"You mean, it's not you?"

"It's true!" Xila's cheeks flushed instantly.

"Eh—" Claire stretched out her tone, then suddenly said seriously, "So, beautiful lady, could you tell me the story of that kind noble lady you mentioned?"

Xila suddenly stammered, "You and I are not that close!"

This little bastard still says no.

Claire pretended to be sad, covering her face with her delicate hands. "Wow, wow. So Miss Sheila and I are just strangers?"

"Of course not -"

"I find you... mysterious and sometimes difficult to approach."

Xila stared at the petite figure in front of her. It felt so light, as if it could be torn apart easily, but in the previous battle, she saw the violent energy within it.

Claire said, "I'm not mysterious. It's just that there are some things I don't like to talk about. Actually, I really want to get to know you and hear about your past."

Sheila was a little distracted and stammered, "I don't really want to talk about it right now. Actually, there's nothing much to say. I've just been struggling to survive since my parents died."

"It must be very hard."

"Hmm..." Sheila turned her head away.

"I'm sorry." Claire sighed inwardly.

I have been rejected. It is very difficult to get into someone else's heart. That is the barrier in the heart that the girl, Xila, has built over decades.

But why do I want to do this? Claire asked herself.

I am indeed very lonely. I want to find more companions and understand others, but sometimes I am always in a lukewarm friendship state.

"Love."

She uttered a word, has she ever loved anyone?

Whether in the past life or this life, it seems that I have been pushed to this point today.

Is it because you are afraid of rejection? But the premise of this statement is that you are in love with someone else.

Let me ask you again, have you ever loved someone else?

It's not out of sympathy or pity, is it?

She always regarded Arya as her sister; and Raziel and Shila as her friends who fought side by side.

If you were strong, would you have everything? If you were just driven by lust, building a huge crystal palace would be easy.

This red-haired girl in front of him was using her strength to protect her inner self. It would not be impossible to force her into the harem in the future.

"This is not what I want." Claire thought to herself.

"I want someone to walk with me."

......

The banquet began with brilliant lights. The long flames of the crystal chandeliers emitted yellow and rose-colored light, making people feel dizzy.

But fortunately, there are a lot of delicious food.

A group of adventurers savored the delicious food and enjoyed the performance of the court band.

At the climax of the banquet, a princess performed a graceful dance on stage, winning cheers and applause from everyone present.

"Wow."

The princess's thin skirt swayed as she danced and fell to the floor, revealing the girl's well-proportioned and slender calf curves and a pair of delicate, white feet.

The fair and delicate body made Claire look dazed.

"Ah, so boring. It's meaningless, let's leave." The party entered its middle stage, and Claire didn't want to stay here anymore.

To be honest, although this banquet was held under the banner of rewarding adventurers, in reality they were completely insignificant.

At this time, she was leaning on the windowsill. Under the bright moon, the whole city seemed to be covered with white gauze.

Just when Claire felt that this long and boring banquet was about to exhaust all her patience, she was about to find an excuse to leave quietly.

A cold voice broke through the surrounding noise, like a gust of cold wind blowing from behind her.

Claire turned her head nonchalantly and saw a tall man in gorgeous banquet attire standing quietly a few steps behind her.

Although his attire was appropriate for the banquet, it could not conceal the holy power emanating from him.

Oh, a little ethereal shrimp.

Although his eyesight was good, sharp as an eagle's, and he looked quite impressive, this level of gaze was no longer acceptable to Claire.

"Hello. Are you Claire?" His voice was cold.

Claire frowned slightly and turned around with some displeasure to face the paladin.

She didn't want to get entangled with anyone at this moment.

"What can I do for you?" she asked simply and clearly, with a hint of impatience in her tone.

The knight didn't care about her attitude and simply replied, "My name is Loren. I heard that you defeated the Holy Spirit at the level of the Void Spirit."

"Oh~" Claire responded nonchalantly, seemingly not taking the matter to heart. Her slender hand casually brushed across the mottled moonlight by the window.

Her golden hair shone brightly in the moonlight, swaying gently in the breeze.

"That's not sacred, is it? It's only half a step to that position. I just got lucky."

Her answer was obviously a lie, but her tone was very natural and she looked relaxed.

In fact, Claire knew that if she hadn't used the witch's law to erase the monster's sacred law in that battle, she would probably have been killed in an instant.

The sacred realm has the power to crush the lower levels.

No matter how many swordsmen there are, they cannot defeat the Sword Master. It is not just because he has the physical advantage, but also because of the different levels of "Tao".

"Oh no. I'm under suspicion after all."

There was nothing that could be done about it; cross-level combat was indeed extremely rare. However, with the help of magical items, it might not be impossible to counterattack.

This is also the reason why Claire was not in a hurry.

Sure enough, the knight named Loren suppressed his anger and squeezed out words, raising his bright eyes, "What despicable means did you use?"