I am a witch, I must suppress all enemies

"kill!"

The journey was not peaceful.

Claire's arrogance naturally offended Harlan's Magicians Association. These old guys might be nearing the end of their lives, so they couldn't control their greed and stepped up their suppression of the witch.

On the other hand, Grand Duke Harun also vowed to avenge his blood feud and seek justice for the casualties of hundreds of thousands of troops.

However, his army was still struggling to maintain the front line at the border, and the magicians serving in the court were also sent out to Carlisle to snipe the holy priests.

"Issue a wanted order for me. I want the strongest man to capture this witch!"

Grand Duke Harun gritted his teeth, but there was little response from the people.

Even the unrestrained transcendent beings were defeated. How could such a huge principality be stronger than them?

"Isn't there still self-determination above freedom?"

"Uh, Duke, self-determination is close to the level of ancient gods. It is not that easy to find." The court magician said helplessly.

"Then go to some divine sanctuary and invite me! Go to Cattelan! Don't they have two divine sanctuaries there? The Dawn Sanctuary and the Star Temple!?"

Cattelan, a country further east than Harun, is a kingdom based on agriculture and handicrafts.

The Far East was once the origin of human civilization. It has fertile land and abundant water resources. It is usually self-sufficient and has no relations with other countries.

Many Western countries import their food from Catalonia.

The people of Catalonia value tradition and family values, so the king and bureaucrats dominate the country's political system, while farmers and artisans constitute the social foundation of the kingdom.

"Duke, the Divine Realm has been safe for thousands of years. How can we possibly ask them to come out?"

The Grand Duke roared, "If you can't do it, get out of here. Do you want to let our country suffer such a great humiliation?"

The court magician had no choice but to obey.

...

Ignore the angry Principality of Harlan and the greedy magicians.

Claire and her group traveled around the country, and even recruited many down-and-out magicians along the way.

The team suddenly expanded to nearly 500 people.

At a place called Oak, everyone stopped to rest.

Pastor Reed said, "I heard from some newly joined magicians that Grand Duke Harun is going to the Divine Realm to look for the powerful secluded masters there. You must be careful."

"Huh? Aren't most of them ancient gods and heroes? Why would they care about a little witch like me?" Claire didn't care at all.

"Heroes have appeared in Harlan's history. Many people died in that war, so it's inevitable that some hidden heroes will come out."

"Uh. Okay."

A hero?

I really want to try to fight with them.

Like some battle fanatics, Claire also realized that fighting could achieve the wonderful effect of spiritual sublimation by leveraging external force and precise control of the body.

But compared to the battle maniac, Claire did not regard all battles as a kind of pleasure or a will to power.

For the former, the meaning of fighting is to suppress the opponent's spirit and make the opponent submit to oneself.

Claire's battle wasn't about seeking domination. Rather, true struggle only gained meaning when one abandoned the desire to dominate through battle and allowed oneself to be guided by the spirit itself.

Therefore, fighting is a process of self-reflection.

The so-called fighting against heaven and fighting against people is endless fun.

As night fell, the edge of town was shrouded in silence.

An ancient castle outside the city, surrounded by high walls and with closed iron gates, looks particularly gloomy.

Inside the castle, the dim firelight illuminated the cold stone walls, and the air was filled with damp and oppressive atmosphere.

Several magic knights stood on the castle's observation tower and saw a group of hundreds of people in the distance. They panicked and informed their superiors.

Edmund, a descendant of a fallen noble family, is now only a baron.

He had heard that the witch was coming.

Well, of course he himself didn't think the witch was that powerful.

I feel that the so-called strong people are just a fancy sedan chair carried by everyone and blown up by the wind.

So he called on several knights, who crouched quietly in the shadows outside the castle. They were Edmund's loyal followers and wanted to help the Baron capture the witch.

As for witches, they have been caught before.

Well, don’t think that there is no discrimination against magicians in the magician’s kingdom.

Essentially, the conflict between magicians and mortals lies in the issue of talent.

This phenomenon may be less common in big cities, but in rural areas, there are still some ignorant people.

But from another perspective, the rulers here are simply following public opinion.

No, in fact, this kind of thinking separates the rulers from the people. It seems to create a great reputation for the baron, but in fact it is all due to the ignorance of the people...

In fact, this is of course a process of mutual influence.

The ignorant villagers have shaped the entire environment into a dark and ignorant depression, and the baron who grew up here is naturally not a smart guy.

So, Claire and the others saw this phenomenon: several clumsy knights walked out from the shadows, some holding sharp blades, some carrying bows and arrows, and they were careful not to step on the rice ears beside them.

Well, if you look at it from an ordinary person's perspective, it can be considered well-trained.

"What are you still standing there for? Do you really need me to give you orders?" Claire said to her knights in a bad mood.

Then a few knights volunteered to rush forward and ended the battle as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

Then, the leading country knight had his hands tied and was brought over with a resentful look on his face.

"Tell me. Why did you attack us?"

The unfortunate knight told the story of Edmund.

A magician was furious: "What? You're arresting magicians? How can such foolishness exist in the border area?"

"He must be a spy from the Holy Church!"

"I never expected that there would be witch hunting in Harun's country."

The country knight, who looked unlucky, explained that they did not discriminate against magicians.

It's just that something very strange happened recently.

"Last month, a knight named Ajilulf came to our town."

The Rustic Chevalier recalled what had happened.

At that time, the whole of Oak was in the hot and humid early summer.

It was an afternoon one day, the sky was covered with floating clouds, making the air even hotter.

But our Baron Edmund reviewed the troops at noon. He lined up the troops under the red wall of the castle and then began his speech.

Mostly they responded to the call of Grand Duke Harun and prepared to go to Carlisle to fight a decisive battle with the Holy Army.

The speech before the battle was a bit long, and the poor knights huddled in their armor, feeling as if they were suffocating in a furnace.

"Your baron is so weird." Xila complained suddenly.

"The Baron likes to do this very much. Since we are small people, we cannot disobey him, and he enjoys this pleasure." The knight explained.