Regardless of her height, attire, or appearance, Her Highness Anna was not the most outstanding of witches—to facilitate construction, she had tied her smooth hair into a ponytail; although the work uniform was the only style designed by His Majesty, it did not seem to take much into account aesthetics and comfort, with the cuffs and collar tightly constricted, and after being in the field for a long time, the clothes were also stained with dust, making her look a little grimy. If one were to see such a scene for the first time, it would probably be impossible to associate her with the Queen of Graycastle.

But Molly felt envious in her heart.

Because even without knowing the other party's identity as queen, one would understand that she must be an important figure—those who frequented Anna's side were all high-ranking officials of Neverwinter, such as Minister of Construction Karl van Bate, Chief of the General Staff Edith Conde, and so on... The railway's direction, speed of advancement, and construction arrangements all needed to be decided after consultation with Her Highness Anna. In other words, even if she were not a witch, she would still be the focus of everyone's attention.

Although she couldn't understand any of the content they were discussing, Molly still felt that Her Highness Anna, standing on high and looking into the distance, holding a map and gesticulating with everyone, was simply too cool.

Especially those lake-blue eyes, which radiated a light when focused on work that was like a flawless gem.

In front of such a person, whether new recruit or veteran, everyone would involuntarily pay their respects.

Molly thought for a while, and in the end, she did not disturb Her Highness Anna, but instead directed her magic servant to avoid the crowd and unload the steel rails in the storage area.

"You went to the forest again?" Just as she put down the rails, Sylvie poked her head out from behind a pile of bricks.

Molly immediately felt a bad premonition.

She ran to the front of the brick pile and took a look, and sure enough, she saw a familiar pile of playing cards.

"Yo, isn't this little Molly?" Andrea grinned.

Next to her was a witch who seemed a little at a loss, Maggie.

"You're actually slacking off and playing cards here!" Molly shouted, "If others find out, what will they think of our Sleeping Spell? I'm going to tell Tilly!"

"They...they forced me to come here," Maggie lowered her head, pointing her index fingers at each other.

"Who's slacking off?" Sylvie retorted unhappily, "These red bricks were all transported by me from the train, otherwise the workers would still be unloading now. We're just relaxing after finishing our work, how can that be considered slacking off?"

"You must know that work and afternoon tea are equally important, and being able to balance the two with ease is an elegant way of doing things." Andrea smoothed her golden hair, "Besides, with Maggie here, we can guarantee that no one will discover us—after all, harming Tilly is absolutely forbidden, you can rest assured about that. By the way, do you want to join us? Four people is more interesting than a three-person game."

"Of course no—" Molly was just about to righteously refuse when she was interrupted by a burst of urgent alarms.

"Woo————Woo————Woo————"

Three short blasts, representing the discovery of an enemy!

She hurriedly looked towards the northeast, but the boundless wilderness showed nothing but patchy snow and weeds that had not completely melted.

"It wasn't Sylvie who discovered the enemy, it was Lightning; the warning she sent at that distance means you wouldn't be able to see any trace of them anyway," Sylvie reminded.

"Crap—Her Highness Anna!" Molly suddenly remembered the Queen of Graycastle who was still at the railway front. She had heard more than once that Anna's ability was irreplaceable in importance to Roland and Neverwinter, so she had to bring her back safely no matter what.

Before she could run two steps, Sylvie grabbed her.

"Her Highness Anna is naturally guarded, you won't be of much help going over there now." The latter shook her head, "Even at the speed of the flying devils, it will take at least ten to fifteen minutes from discovery to engagement, enough time for them to hide. Moreover, according to the principle of avoiding risk, if there are no pre-arranged combat missions, the first thing to do when encountering a sudden enemy situation is to protect yourself first, and then approach the nearest First Army, Taqila God's Punishment Witches, or other combat teams."

"So you don't need to go anywhere, just concentrate on protecting me," Andrea had somehow hoisted her long gun and stood on top of the brick pile, "Next is my job."

Just as Sylvie had said, when Molly also climbed up the brick pile, the huge construction site was empty, as if the previous busy scene had never happened. In the trenches, one could faintly see the surging heads, and rows of dark firelocks were erected, and the train had also stopped running. The entire front line was suddenly filled with a sense of solemnity.

"Sylvie, did you discover the enemy?" Andrea took out a Listening Talisman from her bosom, "How many are there?"

"...No, it was Lightning who sent back the early warning," after a while, the talisman transmitted the other party's reply, "The enemy seems to only be four Fear Beasts carrying Demonic Hybrids, direction is on your right, no sign of High-Ranked Demons."

"Only four? It seems like just a chance encounter."

"Perhaps, but don't let your guard down." Sylvie urged, "In another five minutes, you should be able to see them."

A moment later, the demons arrived as promised—four black shadows were particularly conspicuous under the clear sky, and similarly, they undoubtedly saw the railway line appearing on the Fertile Plains. But strangely, the enemy did not immediately launch an attack, but instead circled in the distance.

"What are they hesitating about?" Sylvie frowned, "This is not like the style of demons."

"Can you hit them?" Molly asked.

"No, it's too far." Andrea shrugged, "Even if I toss out all my coins, not one would land upright. Of course, it's not like there aren't other ways—"

Molly automatically ignored the part she didn't understand, "What way?"

"Like...switching to a larger caliber gun." She smiled slightly, and pointed to the side of the brick pile, "Can I borrow your magic servant for a moment?"

Only then did Molly notice that there was actually a firearm of astonishing size placed there, the barrel alone was more than a meter long, and at the same time, she immediately understood what the other party meant—it was simply impossible for one person to operate such a heavy weapon.

"Don't tell me...you were carrying this even when you were playing cards?"

"That's all thanks to Maggie," Andrea spread her hands, "Besides, carrying weapons that might be needed is just a basic requirement for a warrior."

Molly stopped speaking, she raised her hand and summoned her magic servant, grabbed the giant firearm and held it over her head, while ordering Momota to lower her body and spread out into an oval cushion.

"It's really a pity you weren't brought on this mission," Andrea laid down to test the feel, "This gun mount is much more comfortable than Ashes'. Head up a little more, yes, that's the angle."

"How about now?" Molly adjusted the shape of her servant.

"Just right. By the way, can you shrink its arms? Small enough to be the size of a finger."

"That's not a problem...but it won't be able to grab heavy objects anymore."

"It doesn't matter, keep it like this." Andrea stuffed the shrunken servant's arm into her ear, then grabbed the gun handle, "Don't forget to block your ears too!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she pulled the trigger.

A deafening roar exploded from the muzzle!

A few breaths later, a demon turned into a cloud of blood mist in the air.