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Blackthorn City
Ever since new laws and regulations were implented, the capital city of the Black Rose Kingdom underwent rapid changes in the past several days.
Blackthorn City itself was already a highly fortified fortress with reinforced walls equipped with magic ballistae capable of ripping through long lines of demons below Rank 3 once charged with a High Witch's magic power.
However, a few kiloters of land north of the city had been cleared of its trees and replaced with three new defensive lines – heavily fortified ramparts equipped with new magitech weapons that weren't inferior to Blackthorn City's northern wall.
Furthermore, a Rank 5 magic barrier system capable of covering the entire city and blocking the magical attacks of Rank 5 transcendental beings was in the final stages of its developnt.
So much was achieved in a short ti, but nothing was hastily and sloppily made.
There was nothing millions of witches couldn't do with their magic when they worked together under a clear, defined goal.
Nevertheless, the defensive asures against Gehenna weren't the only changes in the north.
A new district called the Rising Sun District had been ford on the eastern side of the capital city for the developnt of n and their rights. Incredible vigor was breathed into this city region as bustling activities could be found throughout its corners.
Although the developnt rate of Rising Sun District couldn't be compared to Blackthorn City's defense projects, it had the burning sweats of motivation and excitent that couldn't be found anywhere else in the capital city.
When the movent-impairing shackles left their ankles and wrists, and their skin no longer kissed the sting of flesh-tearing whips, the enslaved n breathed the air of freedom and tasted the beauty of life.
Their worlds suddenly beca colorful.
Even if they carried the sa stone, held the sa shovel, dug the sa soil, and perford the sa labor, the feeling was completely different from the past. Without the witches' oppression, they no longer needed to slave away their lives to satisfy the witches' avarice.
They were building their hos with their own hands and feet!
"Lady Gwyneth!"
Dozens of n passionately greeted with heartfelt appreciation and excitent as a brunette lady with hazel eyes, wearing a casual brown-white dress, strolled down the busy street full of construction on either side.
Despite the n being stained in gri and sweat with their construction work, they still took ti out of their busy activities to welco Lady Gwyneth.
Evidently, Lady Gwyneth was well respected by these groups of n.
She was only an Early-stage Senior Witch but specialized in healing magic. Furthermore, she wasn't part of the supremacist witch faction. She had previously saved countless enslaved n with her healing magic, even though there was nothing to gain from it.
She only had done it out of the kindness of her own heart.
But as a result, she had won the hearts of countless n. Even if they beca free n with rights, they would never bear any hostilities toward her.
As Gwyneth strolled past the busy construction area, she summoned a wide area of warm, cascading golden light on the workers.
Everyone caught by the warm, cascading golden light quickly felt their fatigue leaving their bodies.
"Everyone, don't forget we have class in half an hour over break."
"Yes, Lady Gwyneth!"
After hearing Lady Gwyneth's reminder, many n answered with excitent and anticipation.
Lady Gwyneth's lecture had beco one of their favorite periods of the day since she had been assigned as their teacher.
Many young n had been born into laborious slavery without even a basic education. Thus, many n didn't know how to read and write. They only knew how to speak – sothing they picked up as they lived through hellish days under the supremacist witches' tyranny.
It was also precisely because so many n lacked basic education that the Pri Minister, Evanore Hallewel, had arranged over a hundred teachers through selective screenings to educate them.
Nevertheless, education was only one of multiple focuses in the Rising Sun District. Besides general schools for basic education, the Rising Sun District was also developing martial academies and scholar towers.
In particular, the martial academies, which trained aura users and body refiners, were the most popular among free n and male witch descendants. Everyone was inspired to beco as powerful as Vaan after learning and benefiting from his magnificent feats.
Vaan had beco their role model and their idol.
He was the reason why n had been freed from their slave status and were also given rights and opportunities.
Without him, none of it would have been possible.
The statue of a man holding up a huge sun in the palm of his hand could be found in the main courtyard of every martial academy. The man in the statue was none other than Vaan.
Even the na of the new district was specifically chosen in honor of his feats.
Many n aspired to beco the next rising sun.
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Outside a martial academy's front entrance, two witches in black cloaks walked alongside each other down the bustling main street of Rising Sun District. Their facial appearance couldn't be seen behind the darkness of their hoods, but no one paid attention to their patrol.
In fact, none of the n in the new district seed to have noticed them, not even when they subconsciously walked around the two black-cloaked witches.
Evidently, a high-rank invisibility and warding spell had been cast on the two black-cloaked witches as they made their rounds around the new district.
While the Rising Sun District was undergoing great changes, it was also an extrely sensitive area of the city. All ex-supremacist witches were prohibited from entry, and only a selective group of neutral witches were approved with access.
The Rising Sun District had beco a place where witches had little influence.
"It looks like the developnt in the Rising Sun District is going well
—or rather, too well, if I might add," Henrietta calmly remarked while looking around in her incognito mode. "Rember to assign more secret patrols to this district later, Pri Minister Evanore."
"Yes, Your Majesty," Evanore Hallewell acknowledged.
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