Lisa watched as the flame engulfed the capital, satisfaction filling her heart at the sight of it burning. However, she did not have the time to dwell on such magnificent sight, as she had other fish to fry, or in this case, to burn.
Her eyes were on the different slave traders, located in the heart of the capital. They had used large mansions as their staging grounds, along with some warehouse located at the outskirts of the capital city.
However, her targets were none of them, as there are more enslaved witches located at her targeted area.
"Never thought I could kill two birds with one stone," she mused, looking at the Headquarters of the Witch Hunter. Who would have suspected the organization would contain the most witches.
In fact, none of the witches, not even the elders, suspected such things, as they had believe to just captured witches before handing it over to different slave traders, at a price of course.
Thankfully, their new master had his suspicion and devoted some of his rat spy to check the headquarters, allowing them to learn of the massive dungeon underneath the place, which is even larger than the one underneath the palace.
"Soon, sisters. Soon you will be set free," she whispered, before preparing for her attack.
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While Witch Hunters were distracted by the explosions, that did not mean they are weak. In fact, it is the exact opposite, as their vigilance will shot through the roof.
After all, only one group, or one race to be exact hate the Duchy to this extant, and will not care of it's affiliation with the Kingdom. With that knowledge engraved in their heads, the Witch Hunter had worn their anti-magic robes and armor, in preparation to combat the witches and captured them.
To bad their opponents are not witches.
"Fire!" the Witch Hunters unleash a volley of crossbow bolts to the rampaging Hobgoblins, who somehow appear in front of the base. No doubt the creation of the witches.
However, to their surprise, their magic bolts, which can destroy any illusions with ease, did not work on the monsters, meaning they are of flesh and bones.
"Quickly! Grab the wi-"
"Aarghh! No! Spare-!
For the witches in captivity, the cry of their tormenters, they were familiar with the voices of the many Witch Hunters walking in the building above them, sounds like music to their ears.
However, they are unsure if the one that come will be their allies or someone as bad as the Witch Hunters. So, when they spot the monsters coming in, their first thought was, 'Eh, at least monsters are better than Witch Hunter,'
That is more than enough to speak of their justified hatred to the organization.
So, when the monsters suddenly cut them from their bounds, they changed their minds from slight better than Witch Hunters, to absolutely alright.
As the different monsters carried them out of the dungeon, they soon spot a fellow witch standing in front of the entrance to the building they considered prison.
"L-lisa?!" some of the witches croaked. While not all witches knew of her, there bound for some to know of her, especially when her exploits began to be aired to the surviving witches communities.
"Let the monsters carried you to the nearest warehouses. There will be some treatments done for you," the purple-haired witch said assuring, guiding them towards the warehouses, where there are more witches inside, who began to help their sisters who just escaped their personal hell.
"Li-" one of them wanted to ask what happened but she silence her, putting a finger on her lips.
"You will learn everything soon. For now, try to rest. Your body need it," the witch just nodded, not planning to argue with their saviour, not to mention they do need a long rest.
Seeing the witches they just saved slowly falling asleep, she turned towards the castle, a single thought in her mind,
'Mina, Alros, please be safe,'