I am a witch, I must suppress all enemies

"Haha, of course it's lime powder. Do you believe it?" Claire shrugged.

"Humph."

"The opponent is from the Holy Realm. Do you mean that I should fight him one-on-one in a fair and open manner? What a bright and majestic Paladin." Claire skillfully guided the conversation.

This is what made him confirm that he won through "unfair" means.

"I didn't say that!" Loren was speechless for a moment.

When he heard this, he was actually jealous.

He was also an outstanding young warrior, so when he heard that someone was fighting across levels, his first reaction was disbelief.

This time I came here to confirm this matter.

As he thought, the other party won by using external objects. This made him feel much more at ease.

"Weird guy."

Claire watched as Loren's expression changed from gloomy to bright, and then she couldn't help but smile, her mouth corners stretched, and she walked away with a happy face.

When the banquet ended, the splendor of the lights gradually faded, replaced by a deep darkness that gradually spread across the sky.

However, the wind blew gently outside, bringing a hint of coolness. The moonlight was like water, and I could hear the rustling of trees and the chirping of night insects in the distance.

"Now that this is over, I'm going back to Roma City. Xila, what are your plans?"

"Are you in such a hurry? Didn't you say you had something else to do?"

Claire turned around, a sweet smile on her face. She gently stood on tiptoe and stretched. Her pink calves looked even whiter and more attractive against the backdrop of her skirt.

"Oh—that matter. I've inquired about it, and there's nothing wrong with it."

Xila's lips curled up slightly, and there was a hint of helplessness in that faint smile.

"You just said you wanted to be closer to me, but you're still hiding it from me."

Claire was silent for a moment, as if she was thinking about how to speak. Finally, she raised her head and looked at Sheila.

"It's my fault I didn't tell you sooner."

She slowly told Xila that her friend had been chosen as the candidate saint.

"So... you walked so far just to make sure your friend was safe?"

"I really envy your friends for having someone like you to protect them."

"Yeah." Claire nodded slightly.

"She is my most important sister, and I cannot let anything happen to her. My situation is special, so I just need to make sure she is safe. Perhaps it's better if I don't want to see her."

She is a magician after all. If Arya is chosen as the saint, she might become a hostile force in the future.

"Go to Loma and find Raziel. I have an agreement with her to go to Harun together."

"Is that so... Oh my, it seems I'll be alone again from now on." Xila sighed.

Claire smiled and said, "Hey. I'm not trying to chase you away. What I mean is, you're alone anyway, why don't you come with me?"

"......Gone?"

"?"

Claire tilted her head cutely and blinked.

"Haha—what a perfunctory invitation. I really shouldn't have expected you to say anything more touching. You're such a dull fellow, you have absolutely no girlish heart."

Miss Sheila was speechless.

"Well. I don't mind. Since you've invited me sincerely, I'll go over there with you and take a look—"

"Oh, by the way, your friend is the candidate saint, right? The king told me earlier that the ceremony for the second prince's coronation as crown prince will be held soon - perhaps your friend will attend?"

"So, are you in a hurry to leave?"

Claire's eyes lit up, "Maybe we can wait a few days."

......

In the dark castle, a man in a gorgeous robe is particularly eye-catching.

The heavy curtains were slowly drawn open, and the afterglow of the setting sun poured through the narrow windows like golden-red magic, giving the room a mysterious hue.

The man sat quietly on the mat with his eyes closed, basking in the afterglow of the sunset, his gaze as calm as a deep pool.

After a while, the castle gate was opened.

A blond man holding a sword came in, his dark eyes staring quietly at the man inside.

The tips of his eyebrows and the corners of his eyes were as sharp as blades, and a faint sword energy flashed through the space around him.

"Sword Saint of the Nation...are you ready? The war is about to begin." The meditating man said calmly.

"My sword is always unsheathed. Even now."

"Ah...really?" The man did not open his eyes.

The Sword Master was wearing ancient knight armor that was engraved with runes, which were stacked like petals and scattered in every corner of the armor. His short golden hair sparkled brightly in the sun, reflecting the golden runes on the armor.

However, in the eyes of the Sword Saint, this person was the most dangerous. He seemed to be sitting lazily, but in his eyes, he was like a giant dragon, ready to pounce and deal a fatal blow at any moment.

This man is not the Pope.

The Kingdom of Carlisle was a theocracy, with Argonne XIV being both king and pope.

"Holy Son, you have finally taken that step." The Sword Saint said coldly.

"Arthur, this is how spiritual practice works. One day, enlightenment is like seeing the light of day, and the world becomes clear."

"I can tell you the secret. In the depths of silence, reflect within yourself. Your body becomes like crystal, your spirit like light. You forget yourself and everything else, forget heaven and earth, and become one with the void. A magical radiance fills you, and you become trance-like and shifting. You seem to want to speak, but you forget why you are saying it. This is the state of freedom."

"I haven't seen you for a while, and you've learned to act pretentiously," said Arthur.

"This state cannot be expressed directly."

Sword Saint Arthur was silent for a while, then left the castle.

......

Miss Claire felt as if she had stepped into a whirlpool.

Not to mention that there are more knights patrolling the streets recently.

She could often feel the presence of various magicians in this area, and the soaring magic power seemed to be undisguised.

Released wantonly.

Even the most incompetent Holy Knight could sense this level of murderous intent.

No one told them what to do, they just acted based on their past experience and inertia.

Therefore, Claire and Sheila often saw another unexpected knight, Carter, on the street, with a grim look on his face, being fooled around by magicians who released various magical powers.

"Damn magician!" the knight roared, but as soon as he ran over, the aura dissipated, and then magic power surged into the sky from another place.

The most serious incident was when the city gate of Yarde was directly blown to pieces by a huge fireball, and even the holy runes protecting the city could not stop it.

However, the number of knights who came to hunt him remained at the right amount.

In this situation, even if Miss Claire was slow-witted, she would have noticed something was wrong.

"Oh no! This city is going to be in chaos!" Claire suddenly realized.