Witches Lining Up to Rebel

"The greatest purpose of the Witch Rebellion is to wipe out all the talent in the servant-army worlds in one fell swoop."

"You can think of it as a scheduled population-cleansing plan."

"Or as an opportunity to increase the witch population. Every Witch Rebellion can produce roughly two to three million new witches. Assigning those witches requires more space and resources, so when the reckoning comes, it is only natural to swallow up some servant-army worlds as well."

As Chen Ligu spoke, she browsed a catalog of commodities through the magic mirror.

The insectoid witch shopkeeper shook her head. "They have to bleed and cry."

I had to admit, this was far too evil! Far too dark! But... also far too interesting... Jiang Han's little booted heel tapped against the chair twice, leaving her delighted and carrying the faintest sense of guilt.

Chen Ligu slid her finger across the magic mirror, bringing up several tent-like items. "Mm-hm, there are servant armies I don't like too, but I don't want to waste my slots... What color do you want?"

"This one in blue and gold." Jiang Han picked her colors. "Will hired attendants count as servants?"

She was a little worried. The Weaving Maid Clan had already become a distinctive feature of Jiang Han's household, and the compact factory at home was following Eileen around as well.

"They will. Attendants are also considered participating creatures, even commander-class ones. Ordinary battlefield commanders usually won't be in much danger, but on a witch-controlled battlefield, as you just saw, if they happen to encounter that woman, fifty full units of servant troops on a standard battlefield, command staff included, will be wiped out in one go." Chen Ligu took out her wallet to pay.

She was a little like a witch in high-end service,