They are still indulging in looting, and once they find citizens trying to escape, they will do everything they can to stop us...

So I think taking away two blocks is the best solution for now... Your Highness?"

Watching the absent-minded Catherine in front of him, Petier blinked and moved closer, calling out again: "Your Highness?"

Behind this lookout tower, there are still thousands of company fellows and artisans, and the elderly, women and children of their families are all gathered here.

Not far away, a few hundred meters away, dozens of guards are fiercely fighting with the city militia over a small stronghold.

They don't have much time to escape at most.

Standing on the terrace of the lookout tower, Catherine walked to the center of the terrace and mindlessly asked the people inside the room, "Everyone, I am the Witch, are you afraid of me?"

A small group of wealthy merchants and petty citizens' betrayal is not the betrayal of the entire Rapids City.

Even though these Juanist Faction civilians and artisans still dare not get too close to her, they are still willing to follow Catherine.

After a moment of mutual perplexity, one person finally shouted loudly, "No, I'm not afraid, my life was given by you, so I will give it back to you."

Catherine didn't answer, just smiled lightly, then took off the glasses Juanuo had given her, and wiped them in her hand.

The wind blew past her sleeves, making a flapping sound, as if urging something.

A witch is inherently a monster, getting close to them leads to misfortunes, she had tasted this long ago.

Twenty years ago, she should have died by the roadside, becoming a nameless corpse.

But the starving her was awakened by that middle-aged monk full of rubbish talk, who said, "You can die, but I gave my ration to you, you owe me, wait until you pay back and then die, how about that?"

Even though she was only ten at that time, Catherine didn't like owing anyone anything, so she followed him.

Unexpectedly, this debt has lasted until now, and until today, the ration hasn't been fully repaid.

Catherine vigorously wiped the crack on the crystal glasses with a handkerchief, but couldn't get it off no matter what.

"Your Highness?" Petier asked tentatively, "What should we do next? Join the Salvation Army after leaving the city? Or look for the Rebel Army of Hotam County?"

Without answering Petier's question, Catherine carefully put on her glasses again, remained silent for four or five seconds, and suddenly started an unrelated topic.

"I once asked the teacher, why take us orphans in? Clearly, sometimes he himself didn't have enough to eat."

"He said, his dream was too big, he couldn't achieve it alone."

"But what one Juanuo can't accomplish, ten Blago monks can, what ten Blago monks can't accomplish, a hundred Juanist believers can."

"In this way, a word spreads from ten to a hundred, and when it reaches a million or ten million, it can be done."

Catherine looked at the distant fleeing refugees and the flaming Rapids City, her voice distant as if from beyond the heavens.

"So he took over the bankrupt Blago Monastery, hence there was the Juanist Faction's Xiaochi City, Rapids City, and Cold Spring Castle."

"I used to not understand why the teacher would rather be hanged than temporarily avoid this storm, at least if he were alive, Kasha County wouldn't fall apart."

"Only now do I understand, one person really can't do everything..."

"Once you've done all you should have, all you can do, there's only one thing left."

Everyone present felt something was wrong, they looked at each other but didn't know what to say.

The dim, sinister sunlight shone on Catherine's face, she squinted at the sky covered in dark clouds.

Carl, who rushed over from outside, waved his hand in front of Catherine's face, his expression stiff: "President, what are you even talking about?"

Beside him, Mitney grabbed his wrist, pulling him back a step, looking at Catherine with a complicated expression.

"Rapids City wasn't built by me; it was built by the civilians of Rapids City."

"One Witch Catherine cannot build a Rapids City, but ten thousand Rapids City citizens can build one, even ten Rapids Cities."

Under the oppressive and hot sky, Catherine turned around, facing these companions and fellows of the Meigedi Commerce Association.

For ten years, they had followed her, despite knowing her identity as a witch, they never wavered.

Having trained for ten years, their capabilities were long sufficient to construct a new Meigedi Commerce Association on their own.

Catherine finally understood the teacher's feelings on that night.

I have done everything I could, and only this last task remains—to pass the torch on.

"President, what exactly do you want to do?" Carl asked anxiously, seemingly aware of something.

Without responding, Catherine merely nodded to Mitney, and upon receiving a response, she peacefully closed her eyes.

"President!"

"Excellency!"

People on the terrace screamed.

The hot wind lifted her long hair, and under the horrified gaze of everyone, she spread her arms and took a step back, her body leaning, falling straight backward off the roof edge.

A few Kush Black Riders scrambled forward, crowding to the edge, trying to grab Catherine.

But as soon as they peeked their heads over the edge, a fierce and sharp scratch sound erupted, the gust and shadow rolling towards their faces ferociously.

They unconsciously shouted and fell back, their backs heavily hitting the ground.

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