Miss Witch’s Devotion Has Gone… Twisted

”This is why I came to find you...”

Clemens sighed and began explaining the current situation to Loren:

”You’ve been away for so long, you don’t know what’s happening now.

”Recently, various protests have suddenly started within the Gedlan Kingdom. Their behavior is very strange... It’s hard for me to describe. You should just come out and see for yourself...”

”Alright.”

After scolding Clemens, Loren’s anger had subsided somewhat, and he began to ponder the present circumstances.

Based on Clemens’s description, Loren had already pieced together most of the situation.

Loren followed beside Clemens, walking towards the direction of the street.

”What happened to the citizens of that destroyed nation?”

Mentioning this, Clemens’s mood also sank. He gritted his teeth, his fists clenched tightly:”Gone. Not a single one escaped. Most were captured by the people of the Canaan Kingdom. Those who remained... not a single survivor...”

At this point, Clemens began to choke up:

”We examined the corpses left behind. There were children, elderly, even pregnant women... And the most crucial thing... we found traces on every single body... traces of being...”

Clemens spoke with genuine emotion. Loren had no doubt that if he were told the name of the God of Hatred, Ligoss, right now, Clemens would immediately turn to darkness, then charge into the Canaan Kingdom to start a bloody rampage.

”An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. They will pay the price.”

Loren never forgot that his greatest enemy was the gods. But if some insignificant pests came to disgust him, he wouldn’t mind casually crushing them underfoot.

Right there on the main street in broad daylight, a group of oddly dressed people were protesting. Men wore pink skirts, women had their faces covered in piercings. Each one was as disgusting as could be.

”Rainbow Plague.”

”What?”

Loren suddenly uttered a term. Clemens was a bit confused.

”This is a method of the God of Plague, called the [Rainbow Plague]. It’s an infectious disease, extremely dangerous because it doesn’t infect the body, but the mind. It spreads through language.

”The infected believe they are perfectly lucid, believe they are being oppressed, and engage in actions contrary to common sense and rules, calling it ’awakening.’ Simultaneously, they wholeheartedly endorse everything about the God of Plague, even the inhumane massacres conducted by Plague Believers.”

While speaking, Loren moved closer to the protesting crowd:

”However, the conditions for using this plague are somewhat stringent. It requires people to still have the energy to think about such nonsense before they can be infected.”

Only after getting closer did Loren hear what they were saying. They believed they were a minority group, being oppressed, and should be given more preferential treatment.

They spoke of Gedlan’s backwardness, touted the Canaan Kingdom’s advancement, and even wished for the Canaan Kingdom to exterminate all these backward people in the Gedlan Kingdom.

Pursuing niche interests is a very mainstream thing. As they marched forward, their ranks swelled, with most new members being young people and even children.

”Let me teach you how to treat this illness.”

Loren turned to Clemens, said this, then walked towards the crowd:

”I didn’t expect something like this to happen while I was away. That was my oversight.”

”Master Mentor! You are the most knowledgeable person here, and the most progressive thinker. You must be here to join us!”

The leader of this group was a woman. She had tattoos all over her body and many piercings on her face. Loren almost mistook her for a believer of some deity of suffering.

”What do you think constitutes advancement? Is it the high technology and precision instruments from the domain of the God of Night and Thunder?”

As he spoke, Loren pulled his belt from his waist. It was a belt with a brass buckle, bought by Loren himself. Very sturdy and durable.

”No, they are backward too! Only diversity is advancement! The Canaan Kingdom is the most open and inclusive, the most diverse, and thus the most advanced!”

”Let me treat your leg problem.”

Before she could finish, Loren’s belt lashed across the woman’s face. The brass buckle smashed solidly against it. The skin on her face split, teeth flying out along with the piercings.

”Do all you old fossils have violent tendencies? Resorting to force when you can’t win an argument?”

After Loren knocked one down, the others didn’t retreat. Instead, they grew more agitated. A fat man with a beard, wearing pink clothes, immediately pressed forward.

”And what’s your view on the massacres carried out by the Canaan Kingdom?”

”Massacring you old fossils is deserv...”

Loren’s brass-buckled belt shattered his teeth. He wouldn’t get to speak again.

Seeing Loren dare to strike again, the remaining people grew increasingly agitated, until someone tried to shove Loren.

”Who dares harm the Master Mentor!”

Before those hands could land on Loren, they were pierced by thorns. Not just the person attempting to shove Loren, but everyone was entangled by thorny vines in an instant.

If the goal was merely to restrain them, ordinary vines would have sufficed. But Clemens still chose thorns.

Loren tossed away the blood-stained belt and walked over to Clemens:

”Treating those infected with the Rainbow Plague is easy. A beating and starving them for a few meals will do it. Anyone with the ability to distinguish right from wrong wouldn’t get infected. Those who do get infected aren’t good people to begin with.

”There are some children inside. Don’t beat the children. Just starve them for a few meals. Their worldview isn’t fully formed yet. They need proper guidance.”

”Yes, Master Mentor.”

Clemens showed a smile. He had long wanted to take action against these people.

The Bountiful Church is among the better churches when it comes to treating its believers. It’s just that the implementation has problems.

After people from the Nofica Theocracy came here, they also supervised the people of the Gedlan Kingdom, ensuring they had enough to eat and that rules were no longer just for show.

That’s why Clemens truly couldn’t casually take action against these infected people. After all, they were only praising the Canaan Kingdom and hadn’t committed any acts of betrayal against the Bountiful Church. This was precisely why the Rainbow Plague had the opportunity to spread and manifest.

Today, it was only because they attempted to lay hands on Loren that Clemens could act against them.

Moreover, Loren gave them a justifiable reason to act: We’re not beating people up; we’re treating an illness. This is the method provided by the Master Mentor, more authoritative than even the Pope.

”Let me escort you back.”

Having just resolved one trouble, Clemens was somewhat happy. But thinking about what the Canaan Kingdom had done, his smile faded again.

Under the pressure, Clemens took out a cigarette and placed it in his mouth. But as he pulled out a match, Loren stopped him.

”I have children at home. They don’t like the smell of smoke.”

”Apologies.”

Clemens put the cigarette away and escorted Loren home. Only after Loren entered the house did Clemens eagerly take a drag.

Exhaling a puff of smoke, Clemens wore a worried expression. He didn’t know what to do. Even though he was a Bishop, he was only a Bishop of a small country like Gedlan. Faced with matters involving major nations, or even matters between gods, he could do nothing.