These people of his were constantly on edge outside the city, fighting for their lives. But what about these damned city dwellers? They still had the energy to celebrate.
"Well, everyone being together saves us the trouble of searching house by house." Then, he led his subordinates directly towards the direction of the party.
"Guests have arrived!" Nian, leaning against a stone pillar, said to Kanna beside her after Reunion Movement approached.
"This cup of warm milk, I shall set it aside for now. When I return victorious, it won't be too late to drink it." Kanna placed the warm milk Anto had just brought over onto the table in front, then, with a confident bow, she vanished from the spot with a "whoosh."
Weedy, who had arrived with light dance steps and twirling, suddenly found that Kanna wasn't there. The still rippling milk on the nearby table proved that she had only just left.
"Where's Kanna-chan?" Weedy, not seeing Kanna, was a little disappointed, lowering the little motty she was holding.
Nian reached out and stroked Weedy's head. "A bad guy wants to ruin little Weedy's stage. How could Kanna agree to that? So, she went to chase the bad guys away, so everyone can be happier, right?"
Weedy nodded contentedly after hearing Nian's explanation. "Okay, then I'll wait for her here?"
Nian wagged her finger in front of Weedy. "Kanna has a task for little Weedy, you know. She said you can make everyone in the plaza focus all their attention on the party, so they won't notice the commotion nearby. Isn't that right?"
Hearing Nian's words, Weedy puffed out her little chest. "Of course! As long as little motty and I work together, influencing the people in this plaza is no problem at all. Since it's Kanna-chan's wish, then rest assured, even if a natural disaster arrives, everyone won't notice a single thing before it touches them."
With that, she took little motty and walked not far from the crowd.
In Nian's perception, a hidden yet powerful mental spell spread from Weedy, enveloping everyone in the entire plaza.
Looking down, everyone seemed no different than before, but she knew that these people were now controlled by Weedy's spell. Until it was lifted, their thoughts and attention would remain focused on this party.
She had to admit that this little girl named Weedy, who usually talked to dolls, was actually a top-tier fighter.
After the spell succeeded, Weedy sat down quietly next to Kanna's position, holding little motty. The reason, of course, was that she needed a spot to remain undisturbed and continuously guide the spell, and Kanna's side, next to her, was naturally the safest.
In the darkness, as the Reunion Movement members were fumbling around, they suddenly heard a childish voice from above.
"Reunion Movement? I'll give you a chance: leave Wolumonde, and I'll let bygones be bygones. Otherwise, I'll show no mercy."
Looking up, they saw a silver figure standing on a utility pole above, arms crossed, looking down at them.
"What!" Everyone was startled to see someone above them.
After all, they had seen clearly along the way; there wasn't even a rat, let alone a person. So, for someone to suddenly appear above them halfway through their journey was truly unsettling.
Upon closer inspection, it was just a child up there, which immediately eased their minds.
"Whose brat is this, daring to meddle here!" One person near the utility pole, realizing he had been almost scared to death by a child like Kanna, became enraged. He swung his weapon and cut the utility pole in two.
"Tsk, so the Streetlamp King's fate is to stand on the ground after all."
Kanna leaped lightly, jumping down from the pole. She looked at the destroyed utility pole with a regretful expression, clicking her tongue.
"You're looking for death, little one!" At this moment, the Reunion Movement was like a giant powder keg. Kanna's dismissive attitude instantly ignited their fury.
The one who first chopped the utility pole swung his long blade again, charging towards Kanna with a murderous look.
"Hasn't your mother taught you that you shouldn't easily provoke elders and children on the battlefield?" Kanna spread her hands, tilting her head with a questioning look at the approaching long blade.
Before the man could finish speaking, a bolt of lightning, as thick as an arm, suddenly descended from the sky. It struck him directly through the crown of his head, flowing into his body. In just one second, he was reduced to a charred lump.
Seeing their comrade's sudden death, everyone showed an expression of disbelief. After all, it was too fantastical; the opponent hadn't even moved a hand, and he was struck dead by a sudden bolt of lightning.
"Take cover! Scout out where the enemy is!" Since Kanna had made no movements to cast a spell from beginning to end, they all assumed there were other companions of Kanna's nearby, and that person had made the move.
"Little skill, big temper. No wonder Brozkarst abandoned you." Kanna shook her head, seeing these people cowering in the street corners, scared by the lightning.
"Who are you, and how do you know, ah, no, Brozkarst, that traitor!" Hearing Patriot's name from Kanna's mouth, the leader stood up excitedly.
He had always believed that their group could have avoided such heavy losses, blaming Patriot's concealment and betrayal when they left Chernobog, which led to only one in ten of those remaining in Chernobog surviving.
"Traitor? What a joke. Brozkarst never betrayed Reunion Movement. On the contrary, it is you who, for your own selfish interests and ugly desires, betrayed the principles of Reunion Movement. You turned a righteous resistance organization that spoke for the Infected into a terrorist organization, unloved and hated by all.
You don't even deserve to speak of betrayal."
After the other party finished speaking, Kanna unceremoniously unleashed a torrent of scolding. Originally, both Reunion Movement and Rhodes Island advocated for the Infected, seeking better lives for them. Logically, the moderate Rhodes Island should have been the most powerful supporter and the strongest defensive line for the radical Reunion Movement.
But the result was that the two sides fought each other ferociously. Even after winning the battle of Chernobog, Rhodes Island didn't gain much benefit. In Kanna's memory, Rhodes Island paid a huge and painful price for it.
Of course, all of this was related to Talulah's intentional instigation. But if these oppressed Infected had even a shred of goodwill—not to be saints, but at least to direct their vengeance at the nobles or armies who oppressed them, rather than turning their blades on innocent civilians—Kanna would have thought highly of them.
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