After resting for a while in the city Cynthia had prepared for them, the witches finally began to recover their vitality. They started to feel inclined to renovate their new territory and, at the same time, observe the God Race who always called them allies.

In their memory, the God Race had always been mysterious. Aside from their rather striking appearances, they had never heard of them possessing any great power.

But through their observations during this period, they were astonished to discover that the strength of the God Race was not to be underestimated. The Light Magic they used was strongly reminiscent of the Goddess of Light, and it even gave the witches the impression that the God Race was just as powerful as the Wolf Race and the Elves.

They even discovered that the knights accompanying the human city lord, who was always with the God Race, were also surprisingly strong.

The witches were amazed at how the God Race and the humans had managed to grow to this extent right under the Vampires’ noses, but they also felt a sense of security in their hearts.

After all, if their two “neighbors” were not weak, they would feel much safer.

When Cynthia had said on the carriage that the Slade Sea Region was their shared territory with the humans, Betty had assumed she was referring to City Lord Susan and her knights. Only later did she realize that “humans” actually meant the human race.

The very same weak human race whose lives had always been controlled by the Vampires.

Of the several cities near the Slade Sea Region, aside from the two occupied by the witches and the God Race, the rest were all inhabited by humans. After Cynthia and the others conquered these cities and cleared out the Vampires, many wandering or fleeing humans flocked to them. In just one short month, hundreds of thousands had arrived, and even the desolate villages and towns near the cities were now occupied by humans.

Saving humanity and changing this continent had always been Betty’s dream. Seeing it slowly being realized by Cynthia filled Betty’s heart with nothing but joy.

Once Betty regained her energy, she didn’t join her people in exploring the surroundings of their territory. Instead, she spent her days dragging Chelsea along to Manden City, the God Race’s territory, to find Cynthia.

Chelsea had a reserved personality and preferred to quietly process her emotions on her own. After reuniting with Cynthia, she put away her dejected side and reverted to the little witch who liked to keep a stern face.

Manden City was filled with magnificent castles. Betty stood on a balcony, craning her neck to watch with great interest as humans practiced their swordsmanship in the open space below. According to Cynthia, these were knights being trained by the God Race.

“Will they become as skilled as City Lord Susan’s knights in the future?” Betty turned to look at Cynthia, who was sipping tea at a table, and said with some envy, “If only I could practice swordsmanship too.”

But unfortunately, she wasn’t strong enough, and her constitution didn’t meet the requirements.

“A witch’s witchcraft is very powerful too, Betty.” Cynthia picked a few petals from a basket of roses on the table and dropped them into a steaming cup. She then pushed the cup across the table, gesturing for Betty to come and drink. “Doris taught me this. She calls it rose tea.”

These roses had all been picked from the garden by Doris and the younger children of the clan.

There had originally been a large empty plot of land on the northwest side of Manden City. Unsure of what to build there, Darcy had simply tilled the soil and turned it into a large garden. Chloe scattered many seeds, and an elf cast a small spell. Since then, a basket of roses like this appeared in Cynthia’s room every day.

There were more than enough roses to brew a hundred pots of tea.

Betty walked over and sat down. At the mention of witchcraft, she couldn’t help but sigh, her eyes looking a little lost. “If witchcraft is so powerful, why did our clan leader and elders still die at the hands of the Vampires?”

She had lost confidence in witchcraft now.

“Witchcraft just lacks some offensive power, but its uses in other areas are extremely important.” Seeing Betty’s bewildered expression, Cynthia shook her head slightly and said earnestly, “You have to find its strengths.”

Betty scratched her head, seeming to only half-understand.

Sitting on the other side, Chelsea heard Cynthia’s words. A flicker of emotion crossed her perpetually blank eyes, and they slowly regained some of their spirit.

The sound of footsteps suddenly came from outside the door. Darcy walked in, carrying a staff. Seeing Betty and Chelsea, she gave a casual nod in greeting before walking over to sit next to Cynthia, placing the staff on the table.

“I’ve tested it. The power of Light Magic cast with this staff is doubled.” Darcy leaned back in her chair and glanced toward Chelsea. “I heard this staff was crafted by a witch?”

Cynthia reached out to touch the gem at the top of the staff and nodded. “That’s right.”

“Then where did the materials come from?” When Darcy received the staff, she had studied it carefully, even asking Chloe to examine it with her. They both felt that the gem at the top of the staff was somewhat different from their Divine Stones.

This gem couldn’t be unsealed with blood.

“Chelsea provided the materials for the staff, and this gem was found in Susan’s warehouse.” Cynthia knew Darcy’s intentions the moment she walked in with the staff. She caressed the cup in her hands and said with a blink, “I’m guessing she probably has quite a few more in her warehouse.”

Darcy and Cynthia exchanged a look and smiled. She turned her head to look at Chelsea and asked, “If I gather all the materials, could I trouble the witches to help us craft some more?”

She wanted to equip every member of her clan with a staff, which would significantly increase their strength.

Chelsea nodded with a deadpan expression. “I can.” She thought for a moment, then added, “You only need to provide the light gems.”

They still had plenty of materials for the staves on hand.

Having received Chelsea’s promise, Darcy, who had only been there for a few minutes, hurried off again to get the light gems from Susan. After she left, Cynthia looked down at the staff she had left behind. Something suddenly occurred to her. She took out the Light Crystal she always used and asked Chelsea, “Do you think this gem could also be embedded in a staff?”

Although the Light Crystal could be held in one hand, it wasn’t as convenient to use as holding a staff directly.

Chelsea reached out and took the Light Crystal. She studied it for a moment before saying with some uncertainty, “I can’t say for sure.”

The Light Crystal looked unremarkable, but holding it in her hand, Chelsea realized the Power of Light it contained was incredibly dense.

The more powerful the energy contained within a gem, the harder it was to find a matching material for the staff. Chelsea returned the Light Crystal to Cynthia and said with a frown, “I’ll go back and ask my clan leader to see if they have any suitable staff materials.”

Cynthia put the Light Crystal away and replied with a smile, “Alright, but it’s okay if you can’t find any.”

At worst, she would just continue using it as is.

Although Cynthia had moved into Manden City with the rest of the God Race, she had not actually spent a single night there. As soon as the sky began to darken, she stood up, bid farewell to Chelsea and Betty, and walked out of Manden City alone, carrying the basket of roses from the table.

Outside Manden City, there was once a long-desolate forest. After the God Race moved into the city, this forest was miraculously rejuvenated overnight. The once-thin, withered trees grew into tall, thick, towering giants. The lush foliage made the forest look exceptionally serene and quiet.

Cynthia entered the forest with practiced ease. An elf guard, standing watch from a treetop, poked their head out from the dense leaves and waved at Cynthia in a very natural manner.

Cynthia returned a smile and continued deeper into the woods.

After walking for a while, a familiar set of stairs came into Cynthia’s view. Although she now lived on Olivia’s treetop bridge every day, it was clear the Elf Queen had not given her “roommate” any special privileges.

However, despite having to climb the long flight of stairs every day, Cynthia didn’t feel the least bit annoyed or impatient. On the contrary, her mood during the climb was very light and joyful.

Could it be that she had masochistic tendencies? Cynthia mused, climbing the stairs with the basket in hand, amused by the sudden thought.

The length of the stairs Cynthia had to climb depended entirely on Olivia’s mood. Usually, when she was in a good mood, Cynthia could reach the top quickly. Today, the Elf Queen was clearly in a very good mood, even though Olivia only showed her back to Cynthia after she arrived.

Cynthia casually placed the basket of roses on the ground, then stretched lazily and walked over to sit on the edge of the bed. Her long silver hair spread smoothly over the bed woven from vines.

Olivia withdrew her gaze from the boundless night sky and turned her head slightly, glancing at the silver-haired God Race member who was leaning against the bed, flipping through a book. Her pale green eyes slowly lowered.

Cynthia knew she liked quiet, so even though they shared the same space every night, they didn’t necessarily talk every day.

They each did their own thing, yet the atmosphere never felt awkward.

This way of getting along was unexpectedly comfortable for Olivia. Although she didn’t want to admit it, she had indeed grown somewhat accustomed to Cynthia’s presence.

It was just that she would occasionally fall into a state of confusion, wondering when exactly she had started allowing this God Race member to stay by her side.

It was too strange, not at all like something she would do.

The basket of roses emitted a faint fragrance. Olivia’s peripheral vision caught the vibrant roses inside, and after a moment’s thought, she used a whirlwind to bring it before her.

Cynthia brought a basket of flowers every time she came, casually placing it on the ground upon arrival. The empty space under her bed was almost full of them. Olivia had never been interested in the flower baskets, but tonight, for some reason, a whim struck her, and she suddenly wanted to smell the flowers.

Even after a whole day, the roses were still as delicate and fresh as when they were first picked. Olivia reached out, picked one up, and lowered her head to sniff it. She was quite satisfied with the scent of the rose, and the corners of her mouth curved into a faint, almost imperceptible arc.

Cynthia, who had been engrossed in her book, glanced up when she heard the sound of the wind. She was surprised to see Olivia actually weaving a flower crown. She raised her eyebrows in surprise, but her gaze unconsciously softened.

Cynthia stared at Olivia’s profile for a while. When she saw Olivia suddenly turn away to avoid her gaze, she let out a soft laugh. She returned her attention to the book, but the page in her hand remained unturned for a long time.