After conquering Manden City, Darcy moved in with the God Race and the humans. Although there were many castles left behind by the Vampires, the city’s overall construction was actually very crude. The chaotic streets and the non-sturdy, dilapidated city walls looked incongruous with the ornate castles.

The God Race was undoubtedly a race with a normal sense of aesthetics. On the first day they moved in, Darcy began to reorganize the city’s architecture with her people, simultaneously erasing the traces left by the Vampires.

When Susan found out, she kindly sent several hundred Silver Knights to help them. But after the renovation of Manden City was complete, Darcy detained her knights.

The reason given was that the God Race was short on manpower, so they needed to borrow her knights to help teach the humans they had brought with them how to practice swordsmanship.

This was practically a blatant abduction of her people, but Susan had no suitable reason to demand their return.

After all, the God Race members called her an “ally” every time they saw her, which made Susan too embarrassed to act overly distant.

But losing several hundred knights for nothing still pained Susan so much that she lost sleep for several nights. She really shouldn’t have been deceived by the pure and beautiful appearance of the God Race, forgetting that their clan also had cunning people like Cynthia.

There were many cities near the Slade Sea Region. Cynthia specifically chose one very close to both Hatz City and Manden City to serve as the witches’ residence.

Nearly a month had passed since she received Betty’s letter. Cynthia calculated the distance from the Wolf Race territory to Hatz City and felt that the witches should be arriving soon, so she specifically took people out to meet them.

The entire God Race was currently immersed in the study of Light Magic, so the task of receiving people naturally fell to the temporarily idle Susan.

Inside the spacious and comfortable carriage, Cynthia leaned against the wall, turning her head to admire the scenery through the half-open window. Freshly washed by a downpour, the branches and leaves hanging from the trees on both sides of the road seemed to be dyed a new shade of green. The warm sunlight shone on them, making the dewdrops on the leaves glisten translucently.

It was a scene brimming with vitality everywhere. Cynthia hadn’t expected to see such a lively landscape in a place where no Elves lived.

Susan, sitting opposite her, had little interest in the scenery outside. She looked at Cynthia, who was wearing only a thin robe, and pulled her own heavy cloak tighter. “Aren’t you God Race members afraid of the cold?” she asked.

Cynthia raised a hand to touch her sleeve. The smooth feel of the fabric was irresistible. “Temperature does affect the God Race,” she explained, “but we fare much better than humans.”

She had seen Darcy and Chloe wear heavy cloaks to ward off the cold when the temperature was too low.

As for her… the temperature didn’t really affect her that much.

Cynthia thought it might have something to do with the clothes she was wearing.

The carriage swayed, and Susan’s back began to ache. She straightened her posture slightly and poked her head out the window to look back. The convoy was like a long dragon with no visible end. She pulled her head back in and asked curiously, “Don’t the witches have their own territory? Why have so many of them come out all at once?”

All these carriages had been prepared to receive the witches. When Cynthia had first told Susan the witches were coming, she had assumed it was just those few friends Cynthia had made in Ochester.

She hadn’t expected there to be so many people.

The letter from Betty had only briefly stated that many of her people now had nowhere to go and asked if Cynthia had a place to take them in. It mentioned nothing else, so Cynthia didn’t know what had happened either.

But from Betty’s simple words, she could tell that the witches’ current situation was not good.

“Compared to the werewolves and Elves, witches are more numerous, but their overall strength is weaker. They are the easiest of the non-human races to capture, so it’s normal for the Vampires to target them.” Cynthia’s tone was calm, her golden eyes slightly profound.

The Vampires would not give up their plan to capture other races. Therefore, they too had to become stronger as quickly as possible. Otherwise, when the Vampires discovered them, they would be the next “witches,” and their situation might be even more tragic.

Although Cynthia had already guessed that the witches’ situation was not good, she was still surprised by their appearance when she finally saw them.

However, what surprised her was not the witches’ weary, travel-stained, and disheveled appearance, but the negative and somber atmosphere surrounding them.

The witches had traveled a long and arduous journey from the ice fields, trekking over mountains and wading through rivers while avoiding Vampires. They were already exhausted by the time they reached Hatz City, but upon suddenly seeing so many Silver Knights, they forced themselves to rally and drew their staves.

A chaotic flurry of witchcraft was scattered by a golden light. Cynthia stepped down from the carriage, her gaze searching the ranks of witches, and she quickly found a familiar face.

Betty was stunned for a moment when she saw the golden light. Then, she saw the silver-haired God Race member walking out from among the Silver Knights, and her gloomy expression suddenly brightened. She put away her staff and ran forward, her voice mixed with pleasant surprise as she called out, “Cynthia!”

Cynthia watched her run all the way up to her and smiled gently. “I’ve come to get you,” she said softly.

Betty looked at the long line of carriages behind Cynthia, then thought of the grievances she had suffered with the Wolf Race, and her eyes immediately reddened. “You’re so kind, Cynthia,” she said, moved.

She felt the confusion and helplessness of the past few days slowly melt away in Cynthia’s smile, and her anxious heart finally settled.

Being shut out by the Wolf Race was a huge blow to the Morgan family. The Anderson Family had always been at odds with them and had disagreed with coming to the Wolf Race in the first place. Faced with this outcome, they openly mocked them, and the relationship between the two witch factions grew even more rigid.

The Wolf Race was unwilling to help them, and the Anderson and Morgan families distrusted each other, with neither side agreeing to the other’s proposals. They drifted aimlessly for a long time until Betty finally thought of Cynthia and tried asking her for help.

She truly didn’t know what to do anymore. She only thought that since Cynthia knew the Elf Queen, perhaps she could help them.

“Did I cause trouble for you?” Betty asked in a low voice, her head bowed.

Realizing the Silver Knights were not enemies, the witches silently lowered their staves and, following their guidance, boarded the carriages one by one. Cynthia glanced around but didn’t find Chelsea, and her brow furrowed slightly. She withdrew her gaze, raised her hand to stroke Betty’s hair, and reassured her, “No, in fact, you’ve come at just the right time.”

Betty looked at her in confusion.

Just as Cynthia was about to say something, she suddenly felt two not-so-friendly gazes on her. She turned her head sharply and found that the gazes belonged to the sisters, Eunice and Camille.

After meeting Cynthia’s eyes, Eunice snorted coldly and strode over, pulling Betty to her side with extreme possessiveness.

Cynthia was already very familiar with her personality. She shrugged nonchalantly and gestured for them to get on the carriage first.

After Betty and Eunice boarded the carriage, Camille’s scorching gaze also disappeared. Cynthia turned to look in Camille’s direction and recognized the witches around her as being from the Anderson line.

She had noticed these witches from the Anderson Family just now. The aura of negativity and dejection around them wasn’t heavy; they even looked quite relaxed. They were also the ones who had first spotted the Silver Knights and quickly launched an attack.

Most importantly, these witches carried a dense aura that she found repulsive. Cynthia narrowed her eyes. Seeing a witch look up in her direction, she discreetly withdrew her gaze and turned to board the carriage herself.

Elder Molly toyed with the staff in her hand, her gaze fixed on Cynthia’s back. She asked Camille beside her with great interest, “Is this the God Race member you mentioned, the one who can use Light Magic?”

“She doesn’t look like anything special.”

In Molly’s eyes, running to the God Race for refuge was just as ridiculous as running to the Wolf Race for help. It was just that the former was proposed by that little Garcia witch, and knowing that both Eunice and Camille were fond of her, she could still muster some patience.

“Don’t underestimate her.” Camille rubbed her face, her slightly flushed cheeks making her look even cuter. “And don’t provoke her.”

Molly glanced at her sideways.

Camille lifted her head and grinned, baring her teeth. “That’s what Eunice said.”

Eunice, huh? The little genius of their clan, Molly mused with a low chuckle. A pity she’s a little genius who doesn’t quite fit in.

Inside the carriage, Cynthia was asking Betty about Chelsea’s situation.

“Chelsea should be in one of the carriages with her people right now.” Betty recounted how they had gone to the Wolf Race for help only to be ignored. She sighed, “Chelsea is very down. She has always been very fond of the Wolf Race.”

In truth, if the Wolf Race had simply and decisively rejected their request for help, the blow to Chelsea wouldn’t have been as great as it was now. What truly struck her was the Wolf Race’s attitude.

They had waited in the ice fields for three days and three nights, but not a single werewolf appeared.

This disrespectful attitude was what Chelsea, and indeed the entire Morgan Family, could not accept.

Cynthia frowned. “Could there be some misunderstanding?”

It didn’t seem like the werewolves to do something like that. If they didn’t want to help the witches, they would have refused directly, not just left them hanging.

Betty shook her head. “We were right in their territory. With the werewolves’ keen senses, they definitely knew we were there.”

Cynthia frowned, but since her understanding of the Wolf Race wasn’t that deep, she didn’t say anything more. Seeing Betty’s sad expression, she naturally changed the subject. “I’ve prepared a city for you all. You can treat it as your witches’ territory.”

Betty looked up, stunned. “A city?” she asked in surprise.

When she had seen Susan just now, she thought Cynthia would take them to Hatz City.

Cynthia nodded with a smile. “An empty city, right between Hatz City and Manden City.”

“The Vampires in the cities around the Slade Sea Region have all been cleared out. This is our territory now.”

Betty repeated blankly, “Our?”

“Witches, humans, and the God Race.” Cynthia pointed to Betty, then to Susan beside them, and finally to herself. Then, she smiled. “Us.”

A territory belonging to… them. Betty’s heart trembled, and her eyes suddenly grew hot. She secretly turned her head and wiped her tears on Eunice’s shoulder. Then, sniffling, she raised the corners of her mouth, her eyes still glistening with tears. “I’ll be sure to protect it well this time,” she said softly.

They finally had a home again.