Miss Witch’s Devotion Has Gone… Twisted

Before dinner, the person delivering groceries arrived at Loren’s doorstep. The delivery person was an old man who had carefully selected the best-looking vegetables for Loren. Logically speaking, such a regular order didn’t require such meticulousness, but out of respect for Loren, he still chose to give him the best.

Moreover, Loren had treated him well, paying him several times the normal price for groceries.

”Thank you.”

Loren took the ingredients and expressed his gratitude.

There weren’t just vegetables here; there was more meat. Anna liked eating meat, so Loren’s household meals were also predominantly meat-based.

”You are too kind...”

For a great person like Loren to thank him, he felt a bit overwhelmed.

After the old man left, Seraphina automatically took the ingredients into the kitchen and started cooking before Mirrorheart arrived.

When Mirrorheart realized this, she didn’t show any displeasure and began cooking together with her. Corolla, who was assisting, also didn’t sense anything amiss. However, Mirrorheart only made a few dishes before stopping and directly took her seat at the dining table.

Loren noticed that the dishes Mirrorheart made were all his favorites.”Let’s eat.”

While Seraphina was still busy in the kitchen, Mirrorheart picked up her chopsticks. The first bite was fed to Loren’s mouth.

After eating the food from Mirrorheart’s chopsticks, Loren gently pressed her hand down. Seeing Mirrorheart with some free time now, Loren thought it was a good thing.

When Loren hadn’t yet prospered, Mirrorheart had followed him diligently without complaint, so Loren also gave her sufficient respect, often cooking with her. Even if he didn’t participate in cooking, Loren would wait for Mirrorheart to take her seat before starting the meal.

It was just that Mirrorheart didn’t want Loren to respect her.

In Loren’s eyes, Mirrorheart was different from the other maids. Mirrorheart was family.

By the time the other maids took their seats, a pile of empty plates had already accumulated beside Anna. Corolla wasn’t in a hurry to eat; instead, she started taking deep breaths first. Without Mirrorheart’s help today, she had truly been exhausted.

And this was only because she was just assisting. In contrast, Seraphina, as the head chef, wasn’t flushed or out of breath, still maintaining her elegance and appearing completely at ease.

”Indeed, the fruits of labor taste the best.”

Flossie took a bite of her food and spoke up. Since arriving here, she had become the most talkative person in this household. She had indeed participated in cooking, but not much, because she genuinely couldn’t cook.

But simply not knowing how didn’t mean normal food would turn into a dark culinary disaster just by her touching it. Assisting was still possible; she could learn if she didn’t know how.

”Seraphina, teach the two of them how to cook when you have time.”

It seemed Mirrorheart didn’t plan to spend too much energy on cooking in the future. She also didn’t like doing housework; she simply enjoyed serving Loren.

”Master’s room and clothes are entrusted to me. You are responsible for the rest.”

Mirrorheart also gave them orders. She would have much more free time in the future and more time to do things she enjoyed.

For example, going to draw some more ”teaching materials” for Anna.

While eating, Loren was also multitasking by controlling Gwen. By now, she had already reasonably appeared in this border town using the identity of ”Hatsune Miku,” spending a sum of money to rent a house with a basement. With money, everything was easy.

Loren had also fabricated a reasonable background for the ”Hatsune Miku” identity: she was a survivor of that destroyed small country.

For this, Loren had specifically looked up the name of that small country. Its name was also quite casual, just called ”Wheat Ear Country”—not a kingdom nor a theocracy, just a country.

And just like its name, this country was like a wheat ear, toppled by the wind stirred up by a behemoth.

Infamy was also very useful, which was why Loren chose to create this character. Many things required the use of infamy. After all, both this name and this face were fake. What does the infamy accumulated by Hatsune Miku have to do with me, Luo Tianyi?

If necessary, Loren could even appear simultaneously with Gwen. Using a puppet was much safer than using himself.

Loren also didn’t plan to experiment with necromancy near home. Once discovered, it would be dangerous. Since Gwen could use his abilities, he could just conduct necromancy experiments directly over there.

For this purpose, the house Gwen rented was almost on the other side of the town. Even if something really happened, it wouldn’t affect Loren.

When night fell, Gwen went to the dungeon. This was the place where those infected with the Rainbow Plague were treated.

Due to some special reasons, such as patients acting up causing doctors to fly into a rage, some medical accidents would occur. Loren’s target was the corpses resulting from these medical accidents.

These corpses were simply piled up here, guarded only by two guards at the dungeon entrance. Dealing with them was simple. Although Loren currently didn’t have magic that could knock people unconscious, there were physical methods.

Gwen’s physical strength far exceeded that of ordinary people. In terms of strength alone, she was even considerably stronger than Loren, so knocking someone out with a sap was child’s play.

After physically ”hypnotizing” the two guards, Gwen entered the dungeon. It had been temporarily converted into a ward, but there were no living people.

The treatment for the Rainbow Plague worked very quickly. As long as there were no medical accidents, it was guaranteed to be cured within two lashes. Faster ones would even recover immediately upon entering and seeing the corpses.

So there were no living people in the dungeon, only the corpses of Rainbow Plague patients.

Gwen silently recited an incantation. The corpses piled together suddenly began to move, eventually standing up one by one.

This was a first-tier spell, the Corpse Awakening Chant. Its effect was simply to make corpses move. The combat power of these corpses was even inferior to ordinary people.

This was Loren’s first time using this spell. Without prior practice, and through Gwen, he succeeded on the first attempt.

Among all magics, necromancy was also among the most difficult.

The followers of the God of Bountiful Harvest were quite merciful. These corpses were still relatively intact. If it were the followers of the God of Vows and Wind, they would definitely have people, regardless of gender, separated into male and female parts.

The night was dangerous, and there was no one outside, so Loren didn’t disguise these corpses in any way. These corpses had died not long ago; even if someone glanced at them, they wouldn’t notice anything.

Gwen controlled these corpses to walk to the base Gwen had rented. The basement here was large, enough for Loren to conduct experiments.

...

It was already night, time to sleep. Just as Loren was conducting his experiments, Mirrorheart pushed the door open. Scarlett was following behind her.

”I’ll direct a scene.”

Mirrorheart wasn’t in a hurry to approach. Instead, after Scarlett moved closer to Loren, she knelt on the floor beside them, holding a camera.

”Do you have to kneel...”

Loren wasn’t too surprised about Mirrorheart holding a camera. Back when they were at the God of Night and Thunder’s place, he had seen Mirrorheart buy quite a few cameras. At that time, Loren already knew what Mirrorheart intended to do with the cameras.

”It feels more authentic this way.”

”...”