Miss Witch’s Devotion Has Gone… Twisted

”Master Mentor, do you know what exactly happened last night? Why did those people suddenly go berserk and gain such powerful strength?”

When Sylvia asked this question, most people in the class looked utterly confused. This was not the internet age; even events happening right around them wouldn’t be known immediately.

In fact, many ordinary people lived a simple, two-point life—home and work—with no sources of information and little social interaction. Just like in the game, until the war started, these ordinary folk had no idea what was happening.

They didn’t know about the God of Plague, didn’t know the war had already begun. Even if they fell ill, they had no extra money for treatment and could only pray they’d feel better after a night’s sleep.

Seeing everyone’s confusion, Sylvia revealed a smile. She asked this question precisely to showcase her privilege—she knew things others didn’t.

”Because of the God of Hatred. Recently, followers of the God of Hatred have appeared within the Royal Capital. It is an Outer God. As long as there is hatred in one’s heart, It will grant its followers power. These followers killed many people yesterday.”

”So I advise everyone present to rein yourselves in a bit if you can. After all, now others can truly ’go boom’ with you.

”Everyone need not worry about being harmed. As long as you are kind enough and don’t bully others, the flames of hatred won’t burn you. Alright, next question.”

Loren admonished Sylvia and the others, not caring if they understood or not. He had done his utmost.

Hearing Loren’s words, the crowd that should have grown tense instead breathed a sigh of relief, though some remained anxious.”Is there any way to prevent being corrupted by the Outer Gods?”

How to resist the Outer Gods was now the students’ greatest concern. The Outer Gods weren’t just the God of Hatred, but they had no real concept of them. Only just now did they learn of the Outer Gods’ danger, and casualties had occurred in just one day.

Loren really wanted to tell them that compared to the people the nobles and royals drove to their deaths, the Outer Gods were downright pleasant-looking. But that statement was somewhat politically incorrect, so in the end, Loren didn’t say it.

”There are indeed methods to resist the Outer Gods, but at your level, you can’t access them.”

Sylvia wore a proud expression, but just as she was about to say something, Loren cut her off:

”Sylvia, your level isn’t sufficient either. You’re just the princess of a tiny country, roughly equivalent to a village chief’s daughter.”

This was the truth. Only certain high-grade accessories and the [Tarot Card: The Fool] could resist Outer God corruption, things indeed beyond the reach of a small kingdom’s princess, or even its king.

As soon as the words fell, the class erupted in laughter, but it died down almost instantly. Sylvia, accustomed to arrogance, had once again been humbled by Loren.

Watching tears well up in Sylvia’s eyes, Loren suddenly worried whether she might one day gain Ligoss’s power and come to ’go boom’ with him. What if she really was that fragile?

After all, she had engaged in bullying before, and Loren had instinctively targeted her. But to ensure his plans weren’t affected, Loren decided to comfort Sylvia with a few words. If she really sought revenge, his plans would definitely be impacted:

”Ahem, Sylvia, I know your father is old and has been having children non-stop. You have dozens of siblings and have never felt valued yourself. You might want to use this method to gain everyone’s attention.

”Actually, you don’t need to go that far. As long as you can treat everyone kindly, I believe everyone would be willing to be your friend.”

Loren did his best to comfort Sylvia using the experience he’d gained from watching children’s anime in his past life, but she still cried, running out of the classroom in tears.

”...”

Loren didn’t know what to do, nor did he bother to console her. After sending a few girls who were on good terms with Sylvia to comfort her, he continued the lesson. They were just a few childish kids; Loren didn’t pay them much mind.

Fine, if she wants to ’go boom,’ let her. If resolved quickly, it shouldn’t impact the plan too much. That old thing, the King, keeps having children non-stop; accidentally offing one princess wouldn’t be a big deal. At worst, he’d just ask for fewer materials next time.

Most of the remaining questions concerned the Outer Gods. Loren didn’t explain in too much detail, otherwise these students might truly become corrupted by the Outer Gods.

Before class ended, Loren emphasized this point again. If anyone really went looking for trouble, it wouldn’t be his fault. He believed everyone who could enter this school had normal intelligence, after all, those without it couldn’t learn magic.

Loren remembered a character who had low intelligence but an extremely long lifespan. Through sheer perseverance, she had still managed to learn magic.

Well, here ’intelligence’ refers to brains, not the attribute panel’s ’Intelligence.’ The attribute panel’s Intelligence should roughly equal magic power.

”That’s all for now. Class dismissed.”

The moment she heard ’dismissed,’ Anna, who had been sleeping, jolted awake. Her reaction was within Loren’s expectations, but seeing it for real, he still felt like smacking her.

”Move aside...”

Anna pushed past others, including Luna who wanted to approach Loren, directly wrapping her arms around Loren’s arm. She pressed very close to him, resting her head on his shoulder, causing many who intended to approach Loren to hesitate and back off.

Loren simply thought Anna just wanted to be with him, which was why she had followed him to the academy. Loren simply took her to his office; he still had potions to brew.

The Ember Radiance in the cauldron remained very stable. As time passed, the Tai Chi symbol within the pot began to rotate, slowly fusing together and emitting a faint glow.

There was more than one cauldron in the office. Loren took out another cauldron and was just about to start brewing when Anna sat on his lap, cupped Loren’s face, completely blocking his view.

”Anna, get down quickly. I plan to brew some potions targeting the God of Hatred.”

”In a minute. I have something more important to do right now...”

Before Loren could continue speaking, Anna suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a kiss on his cheek. At the same moment, the door to Loren’s office was pushed open. Only after pushing Anna away did Loren see who had entered, not noticing Anna’s expression of triumphant scheming.

”Luna, did you need something?”

Loren picked up Anna and placed her on a nearby chair. Anna sat there obediently, watching Luna’s expression change rapidly. Then she suddenly brought her mouth close to Loren’s ear:

”Master Mentor, she seems to like you. Do you need me to help you win her over?”

”You’re only a few years old. Where did you get such ideas?”

Loren pushed Anna away again. He was aware of Luna’s feelings; he didn’t need Anna’s reminder. A witch’s thoughts were easy to guess and very pure.