I am a witch, I must suppress all enemies

Claire and her group walked through the bustling streets and finally arrived at the bustling city center of Eskar. Here, tall buildings reached the sky, and the streets were lined with all kinds of stalls. The cries of hawkers echoed one after another, and the air was filled with the aroma of food and spices.

"It's really bustling here," Arya exclaimed. "It's much more prosperous than I imagined."

"Yes, this is the heart of Lagnia," Kreto said, "all transactions and information converge here."

"Claire. How far do we have to go? I feel like my body is falling apart."

Beren complained. They'd been sleeping in the open air all this time, and although Claire had begun to teach her some magical theories, the girl seemed unimpressed by them, so her training relied entirely on forcing magic into her body.

It's still in the pitiful enlightenment stage.

Even Arya is better than her.

Ever since she realized the Heart of Light, her strength has improved rapidly. Claire specially forged a ladies' knight sword for her that has an affinity with the holy power of light.

Now she has surpassed the level of spiritual transformation. Not only that, her mental power is even more terrifying.

With the blessing of that compassionate belief, she became closer and closer to the personality of the Holy King.

If Claire hadn't read "The Secret of Holy Light", she would have thought that the book contained some evil secret door that could change people's nature.

The compassionate are more compassionate.

This highly theoretical secret technique will make your original will more resolute.

"You're complaining again, Beren."

Beren was cold before because he lost his friends.

Now, after spending a month together, he has become more and more lively.

As expected of the Witch of Miracles. Claire recalled that in her previous life, the heroines who were generally called miracles seemed to be such energetic people.

Well, maybe this guy will become more restrained after being beaten more often in the future.

"Speaking of which, isn't it too pitiful that you arranged for the other knights to live in tents in the suburbs?"

Sheila felt sorry for the knights who did not enter the city.

"More than 500 knights and magicians entering the city will cause a sensation... I don't want to attract attention. Things are always bad lately." Claire sighed.

Just as they were about to enjoy a brief moment of peace.

Several people wearing black cloaks suddenly appeared on the street and blocked their way.

"Uh, what can I do for you?"

Black cloaks fluttered gently in the breeze, and masks covered their faces, but could not hide their cold gazes.

The pedestrians around noticed something was wrong and started to move away. The entire market became silent in an instant.

The leading man in a black robe slowly stepped forward and said coldly:

"Witch, we are here to capture you."

His voice was low and filled with cold murderous intent, and his eyes were as sharp as a knife.

"I don't remember doing anything harmful in this country. Are you a magician from the Principality of Harlan? You don't look like one. You have a strong fighting spirit."

"Hmph. You don't need to know who we are. You just need to know that anyone can kill the witch!"

Claire smiled slightly and responded without showing any weakness:

"Hmph, you're overestimating yourself! You dare fight me with all sorts of little cats and dogs?"

"I usually fight more with magicians than warriors. Let me see Lagnia's warriors!"

After saying that, Claire's eyes turned cold in an instant, and an invincible aura instantly enveloped the black-robed people present.

"Show yourself, you bastard!"

The powerful magic instantly created an invisible force field that blew away their black robes, revealing the golden lion totem.

At this time, passersby who had not yet left were shocked when they saw it, "That's the totem of the Delacour family!"

"Oh my God, isn't that the King's right hand?"

With his true identity exposed, the mysterious man looked panicked and immediately launched an attack.

In an instant, fist winds and sharp swords intertwined in the air, sword energy and iron fists collided instantly, and the entire market fell into chaos.

Raziel quickly chanted a spell, and a dazzling light burst out from her hand, forming a protective barrier in front of Arya.

He realized that the strength of the people in front of him was not enough to defeat Sheng.

Claire didn't try any further.

"Gather the stars!" Claire shouted, and the starlight in the sky gathered into a huge ball of light like a meteor shower, instantly knocking down several enemies.

"Leave a few for us!"

Arya and Sheila also quickly entered the battle state. Arya swung the holy sword, and she swung the sword, releasing a fiery dragon of light. It was like a living fire dragon, rolling and circling in the air, sweeping towards the enemy.

"what!!"

Although Arya's realm was low, the implicit pressure in it frightened the other party, making him stand there stupidly and be hit in the face by the Holy Dragon.

"hateful!"

The mysterious man, covered in dust, was about to strike back when Sheila leaped up, spear in hand, and with swift and precise movements, she stabbed the enemy in the heart.

Several other accomplices were also killed by Xila's lightning-fast gun skills.

The rest of the group obviously hadn't expected these girls to be so ferocious.

"hateful!"

The mysterious man in the lead gritted his teeth, suddenly pulled out a red talisman from his cloak, held it high in the air, and chanted an obscure spell.

As the spell was chanted, the air vibrated and countless fire elements gathered together.

"Magic bomb?"

Claire immediately sensed the danger and was about to stop him.

Suddenly, a crimson beam of light descended from the sky, striking the red talisman. The two forces collided violently in mid-air, emitting a piercing roar that shook the entire market.

A male voice came: "Stop!"

Everyone stopped and turned to look. They saw a young man in gorgeous armor slowly approaching on a tall horse, followed by a group of elite soldiers.

The man had a handsome face and exuded the aura of a "king".

"The Prince of the Kingdom of Lagnia!" Some people in the crowd recognized him and exclaimed.

"Get 'em!"

Seeing that things were not going well, the people in black robes looked at each other and suddenly and quickly bit their tongues with their teeth.

"not good!"

Claire saw green liquid flowing from the corners of those people's mouths, and then they suddenly fell to the ground.

The prince's pupils constricted. "They've taken poison. I'm afraid they hid the poison under their tongues."

Seeing nothing, the prince dismounted and walked towards Claire and her group. His gaze lingered on Claire for a moment, revealing a complex expression.

"Ms. Claire, my name is Klaus, and I am the prince of the Kingdom of Lagnia. I have heard of your deeds. I am deeply impressed by your strength."

He smiled slightly, his tone sincere. He was a young man with thick, long blond hair. The blond hair shone as brightly as the sun in the sunlight, forming a sharp contrast with his deep blue eyes.