"This feeling... is so great."
Edith took a deep breath while savoring the tang of blood in the air.
She was intrigued by the panic spreading among the crowd.
The God's Punishment Witches were rapidly tightening the ring of encirclement. The so-called resistance lasted only for a short period of time. For the Taquila survivors, these nobles were no different from the common people that had no titles, and they would never hesitate to kill these self-satisfied common people who had no magic power.
Edith was clear that they killed those nobles because another common person ordered them to do so.
She was also confident that under the influence of this common man, these God's Punishment Witches would also follow her commands, even though she was just a common person like him.
This was the charm of power.
