Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 757 - 120: How Did You Know I Defeated the Demon King?

"Look, look, what did I say? The magical creatures in this place must be eradicated anytime, there's no other way!"

The smoke screen had dispersed a long time ago, but Sister Bi'an's voice hadn't stopped for a moment. She would grab anyone to talk for a while, and even the sanctuary researchers invited by Ave heard her recount the glorious deeds of eradicating magical creatures to save the world for a long time.

Ethan felt that Sister Bi'an was just missing a small loudspeaker in her hand, so she could stand on the deck of the golden ship and deliver an acceptance speech.

"Think about it, you're in the town eating bread and singing, and suddenly you're attacked by magical creatures!"

Even from afar, Ethan could still hear Sister Bi'an's resounding voice. He could only marvel that Sister Bi'an is truly worthy of being a Neseriel Holy Hall Knight; she was formally trained, had been a commander young in the Knight Order, and was well-versed in giving speeches to recruits or issuing orders on the battlefield.

"What's wrong with her recently?" 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Ethan quietly asked Rowena, considering these two lived in the same house every day, seeing each other constantly. After Julius's influence crumbled, Rowena moved into Sister Bi'an's home in the Imperial Capital due to not owning a house, to save daily expenses.

Few could surpass Rowena in matters of penny-pinching. When she had just moved in, she claimed to be doing housework, covering living expenses, running a complete service package for buying and cooking meals. However, after showing some culinary skills a few times, the unbearable Sister Bi'an never let her into the kitchen again.

Nowadays, Rowena mostly just cleans up, all done with enchanted sweeping broom magic.

"Advertising aftermath."

Rowena also lowered her voice and whispered, "Ever since she shot the Neseriel Sanctuary recruitment ad with that J.K Forest, she's been a bit unusual; though she has restrained herself a lot recently."

This brought painful memories for Rowena.

Can you imagine someone barging into your bedroom in the middle of the night, shouting "Become an Imperial Knight"? How terrifying would that be?

But as far as she knew, Sister Bi'an's recruitment ad had resonated well. Since its broadcast, it had transformed the Holy Hall's recruitment dilemma. Given Sister Bi'an's prowess and outstanding contributions, the high officials of the Holy Hall were already discussing granting her the Round Table Knight title.

Who would've thought that a year ago she was persecuted by traitors, supposedly dead at the empire's border, and now she's about to rise to the Round Table Council, renowned in the annals of the Holy Hall?

In this matter, the veteran Round Table Knight Palandin played a crucial role in its advancement, considering he's the only surviving Round Table Knight today.

"Old Sen."

Rowena took a deep breath and voiced the question she'd long harbored, "How exactly did she save the world?"

This left her perplexed, because on the surface, their group seemed only to be testing the magical artillery's power, firing a shot downward, while the brave young man, badly wounded, after using his remaining strength to express thanks to Sister Bi'an, fell unconscious.

"I have an idea."

The black cat poked out its head, proving a cat's curiosity is seven times that of humans. The brave youth's words made her uneasy. Clearly, she instigated the group to launch the magical artillery to satisfy her destructive urges, but now out of nowhere a scrappy young lad dubbed them saviors, making her both stifled and uncomfortable.

It's like when you plan to stage a nationwide shocking serial murder, but halfway through an unexpected event thwarts it, not only failing the massacre but being rewarded with a little flag by the policemen — equally distressing.

The more the black cat thought, the angrier she got, her eyes widening like bronze bells.

Seeing her eyes, does she look like the kind of cat to casually save the world!

To solve my inner bewilderment, Little Dark, who had vowed never to do a good thing from a young age, proactively offered a strategy to the pair, "I know a crude way to wake that little punk."

The white ragdoll cat, originally resting atop Ethan's shoulder, perked up its ears and narrowed its eyes slightly, sensing some fun in the air.

Little Dark continued to actively persuade the two, "Think about it, if it's about saving the world, then the magical creatures' threat level must be extremely dangerous. If that magical artillery didn't completely eliminate them, the consequences could be dire!"

Ha, just kidding, unknown magical creatures, please be strong, at least don't die at the hands of a magical artillery!

With the intention of continuing to wreak havoc upon the world, Black Cat silently prayed for the unknown magical creatures inside, as long as the creatures didn't perish by their hands, no one could accuse her of saving the world.

"Yes, this matter is indeed somewhat strange."

Lindong having sensed the aura of amusement, whispered into the wind beside her ear, "I don't recall anything here capable of destroying the world."

One must consider even the oldest and most dangerous recognized dragons couldn't truly obliterate a country; the evil dragon faced by the young Henry VI only attacked several border cities of the empire before being slain by Henry VI after acquiring the Holy Sword.

Moreover, most "high-risk magical creatures" within traditional imperial cognition are beings like the wolf god, existing best within legends; being truly summoned leads to them being slayed and tasted for flavor by culinary enthusiasts like Sister Bi'an.

The wolf god back then had Sister Bi'an and Miss Keroy feasting stray again for a whole week.