I am a witch, I must suppress all enemies

Then, after three bugle calls, the Baron finally arrived, reins in hand and his long beard brushing against his chest.

After a cordial communication with the soldiers.

The knight came.

It was a knight dressed in shiny white armor. The white armor was wrapped with a black border and had a red feather stuck on it.

Oh, and he's holding a shield.

"You don't look like my soldier."

"Of course not. I am a wandering knight. My name is Ajilulf."

An ethereal, metallic voice came from the helmet.

"But your armor is clean."

A man named Aji Luerfu said, "That's because I don't exist."

The baron said happily, "It seems that you exist by will. This is really touching."

After putting an end to this cold joke, the Baron let him return to the team. This was combat power delivered to his doorstep, so why bother about it so much.

"What happened next?" Arya asked uneasily.

"Afterwards, Ajilulf became very quiet and didn't talk to any of the other knights. He always polished his sword silently by himself."

Then the Chevalier's face turned into one of terror.

"It was one night. All the soldiers were preparing to go back to their rooms to rest."

He continued.

At night, those who finally broke free from the heavy helmets and armor enjoyed the distinct personalities of each person, as their armor during the day often made it difficult to tell them apart.

So just as the soldiers in the conical barracks were preparing to play the symphony of the heavy breathing of the sleepers.

A soldier who was lazy and saving energy during the day was surprised to find that the man named Ajiluerfu had not taken off his unique white armor in the gap between opening and closing his eyes.

The curious soldier took the opportunity to go to the toilet and walked over to pat the white knight's armor.

"Hey, man, you look tired today. You didn't even bother to take off your armor?"

Ajiluerfu did not reply.

Like a dead person, the echo came from the emptiness in the armor.

The soldier felt a tingling sensation on his scalp, and then he took off the man's mask with trembling hands.

......

"You mean, that armor is just an empty shell, with nothing inside?" Claire frowned.

"Yes, sir, I dare not lie."

"So what does this have to do with magicians?"

The soldier continued.

Soon the rumor spread throughout the team the next day, causing panic among everyone.

But Ajiluerfu continued to do his own thing, showing his arrogance and self-importance, as if he looked down on the flesh and blood of others and did not take those rumors as a big deal.

The Baron also received the news.

He ordered Ajilulfo to remove his mask, an order the latter refused.

The Baron then expressed his wrath, and ordered his men to restrain him with great force, and at the cost of more than a dozen lives, they captured the brave knight and pulled off his armor.

"When the armor was all removed, he disappeared like a puff of smoke, like a puff of air."

"This armor was shown to traveling magicians outside the city, and they found no traces of magic circles or runes."

"In short, this matter came to an end. But soon, another incident happened."

A few days later, a blue-haired girl named Belencastel came to the town.

Beren said he wanted to find Ajirulfo, and the Baron knew about it.

Then he dragged out the armor and showed it to the girl.

Beren was very angry when he saw the shattered armor, so he threatened to teach the people in the town a lesson.

"So what? She used magic to kill people?" Claire already knew the outcome.

"No." The soldier was terrified.

"We've encountered a witch! Only a witch would use such tactics."

"We are all cursed."

As Beren's curse fell, thunder suddenly roared in the sky, but no lightning struck. Instead, a strong wind blew up, blowing garbage and waste around the town everywhere.

There is no visible manifestation of magic, but words alone have such power.

Then, the townspeople begin to feel their luck slipping away. Their once smooth daily lives suddenly become difficult, and every little thing seems to be against them.

Early in the morning, the town's baker discovered that his oven was malfunctioning and the fresh dough could not be baked into crispy bread.

At the market, vendors' goods mysteriously spoiled overnight, with fresh fruits and vegetables becoming shrunken and unsalable. Artisans' tools suddenly became unwieldy, and flaws appeared on their carefully crafted works...

The usually docile livestock also began to become restless, and some even escaped from their pens.

Soon after, dead bodies appeared in the town.

One morning, several bodies were found lying quietly on the street, without any obvious external injuries or bloodstains.

But their faces were filled with distorted fear.

Panic spread quickly and the townspeople didn't know who the next victim would be.

So people became panic, hysterical and crazy.

There was no need for the witch to take action. Driven by such extreme emotions, some people began to lose control, their behavior became crazy, and they even started killing each other.

"Where is that witch?"

"I don't know. But after the woman said this, the people in the town didn't take it seriously. Later, they realized what was going on and tried to catch her, but they couldn't."

Well, things are clear now.

A magician used a curse-like method to cause the people in this place to panic, and then left.

So the people in this place began to hate the magician.

Probably so?

Find out the reason.

Claire and her group stormed into the castle, arrows raining down from the walls in an attempt to suppress the Guardian Knights.

However, before the knights could launch a holy light charge, the magicians had already chanted spells, releasing powerful magic, destroying the castle's defenses.

When the gate was breached, the Baron's fear reached its peak.

However, he could not stop the strong man from approaching.

"Hey, hello."

A voice like the whisper of death echoed, and the baron hid behind his throne, trembling, his eyes filled with despair. His gorgeous robes became disheveled as he trembled, and the scepter in his hand lost its former majesty.

"Tell me, why are you attacking us magicians?!" a magician shouted.

Claire said with a melancholy look on her face,

"I think you should give us some compensation for emotional distress."

The latter nodded repeatedly, "My dear mages, I was blind and didn't recognize a great man. I beg you to show mercy... I will immediately withdraw the wanted notice for this passing magician."

"Get lost. That's not why we came here."

"Uh. Then why is this?" The baron was in tears.

Claire put her hands on her hips and leaned over to the Baron, who was almost lying on the ground.

"I'm interested in that armor and the guy named Beren."