Miss Witch’s Devotion Has Gone… Twisted

After giving the clothes to Seraphina, Loren intended to leave:

”You change by yourself first, I’ll wait for you outside the door...”

”Wait!”

Seeing Loren about to leave, Seraphina suddenly grew anxious:

”Can you stay with me... I’m scared... Didn’t you say Pseudohumans attack those who are alone?”

”Alright...”

In the end, Loren could only stay with Seraphina. Even at her strong insistence, Loren had to keep his eyes on her. She was even afraid that if Loren blinked, she might disappear.

Scaring Seraphina like this was Loren’s fault. He hadn’t expected Seraphina to be so timid. At the same time, Loren also realized something: she wasn’t scared when she saw the knife only because she trusted Loren enough.

So Loren felt quite guilty and went along with whatever she wanted.

Seraphina’s fear still hadn’t dissipated. Her limbs felt weak, and even putting on clothes seemed particularly strenuous.”Master Mentor, could you help me...”

Seraphina called out to Loren for help. She had no reservations towards Loren at all. Even though she hadn’t been a maid for many days, she, like Mirrorheart, had completely considered herself Loren’s possession.

At Loren’s request, Seraphina still chose to put on her undergarments herself, only then letting Loren help.

”And the white stockings...”

”You’re still thinking about wearing stockings at a time like this?”

”Mirrorheart said you like them...”

”......”

Loren was left speechless. He continued to humor Seraphina, skillfully helping her put on the white stockings. This did indeed seem like something Mirrorheart would tell her.

It’s just that the other two wore black stockings. Mirrorheart seemed to have only told Seraphina. This was understandable, as Mirrorheart genuinely thought Seraphina was the most beautiful, which was also the truth. Her looks surpassed even the Witches, beautiful to an unreal degree.

After going through this incident, Loren instead felt Seraphina had become closer to him. The feeling she gave Loren was like Teruhashi Kokomi—everything about her was as perfect as an Angel, yet she only revealed her ordinary side in front of him.

When it came down to it, she was just an ordinary person, not an Angel.

Loren suddenly found it a bit hard to keep a straight face. Perhaps in this world, only he would think Angels were beautiful and perfect. Others, when thinking of Angels, would only feel them to be twisted and indescribable.

After changing clothes, Seraphina finally calmed down a little. Thinking about what just happened made her feel a wave of shame, and she somewhat dared not look at Loren’s face.

”Let’s go back...”

Seraphina had just tried to stand up when she nearly fell. In the end, Loren carried her back, and Seraphina instinctively wrapped her arms around Loren’s neck.

……

Loren’s room was large enough to accommodate so many people. It’s just that when Loren carried Seraphina back, the look Naclis gave her wasn’t very friendly.

”How long will this crisis last...”

Laila didn’t like being with anyone besides Loren. Being crowded together with so many people made her somewhat uncomfortable.

”Not clear...”

Loren shook his head. Usually, matters like this that held no benefit for him, he would leave for the Church to handle. But now the Bishop had become a Pseudohuman. In this era of poor information flow, it was difficult for Loren to contact others.

Loren even doubted whether his letters could be sent out. It was possible this town had been completely controlled.

After all, Clemens, as the Bishop, held a status higher than even the King. If Clemens could be replaced by a Pseudohuman, Loren couldn’t think of anyone who couldn’t be replaced.

”I’ll try to see if I can go to the Royal Capital to find the Pope. I hope nothing has happened to him...”

Loren had many ways to break the deadlock. He just didn’t want to pay any price. Dealing with Pseudohumans was a headache the Bountiful Church should handle; it had nothing to do with him, Loren.

For example, Loren could fight his way out relying on sheer strength.

If absolutely necessary, given Loren’s status, he could even summon an Angel down. It’s just that it would be very troublesome then. Angels were no longer ordinary beings; they truly possessed part of the divine authority, difficult to comprehend by common sense.

They might even discover the Witches around Loren. Gods were very sensitive to Witches, possessing the ability to discern them, and some Angels might also be able to do so.

Therefore, unless forced, Loren didn’t plan to summon an Angel.

Loren somewhat missed the Greed Witch. She could see people’s souls, and Pseudohumans had no souls. The Greed Witch could easily identify Pseudohumans.

That night, Loren didn’t sleep very soundly. But when Naclis held him as usual, Loren’s resolve solidified.

……

When Loren woke up the next day, the group of Maids had already disappeared. They all remembered Loren’s instruction not to act alone.

It’s just that Scarlett hadn’t followed them and was still sleeping soundly.

If not for Scarlett still wearing her maid uniform, Loren would have almost forgotten her identity as a maid. Especially after these new maids arrived, the maid uniform on Scarlett had completely turned into a qq outfit.

However, Scarlett didn’t seem to mind at all, remaining as carefree as ever.

Naclis had also woken up long ago, but she hadn’t gotten up, just lying beside Loren, quietly watching his face.

Laila was also already awake. She still wore men’s clothing, but between her trouser legs and shoes, Loren caught a glimpse of white stockings.

Cullis is capable.

”Let’s wash up and eat.”

No matter what happens, one still has to eat. When soldiers come, we block them; when water comes, we dam it with earth. No matter what he encounters, Loren will deal with it as it comes.

It was during the meal that Loren heard knocking on the door. Someone coming to find Loren now definitely meant no good—either they were in trouble or they came to cause trouble for him.

”You all stay here and don’t move.”

In an instant, Loren made many preparations. He wrapped High Explosives around his waist, draped on the black robe, gripped the Requiem, picked up a Submachine Gun, and only then went to open the door.

Loren’s movements were swift, and the person outside wouldn’t notice anything amiss.

”Master Mentor...”

Outside the door was Clemens. He stood directly at the doorway, carrying a strong smell of smoke:

”The Pseudohuman you mentioned has been confirmed by us. It was indeed a Pseudohuman and has been successfully dealt with.

”Not only that, I’ve also discovered many other Pseudohumans. There are more Pseudohumans in this town than we imagined. We are currently conducting a large-scale search and hope you can assist us.”

”No, I’m researching methods to deal with Pseudohumans. If I make a breakthrough, it will be much easier for you to handle Pseudohumans later.”

Loren shook his head, rejecting Clemens’s proposal.

”Your current behavior is very abnormal. I suspect a Pseudohuman has replaced Master Mentor...”

Clemens’s baseless suspicion indicated one thing: the number of Pseudohumans had now reached a certain level. Even the Pseudohuman disguised as Clemens dared to confront Loren face to face.

And Loren’s response was simple. He pressed the gun muzzle against Clemens’s chest, tracing out a Sprout of New Life:

”Next time you see me, remember to bow first. Your status doesn’t qualify you to question me. If you wish, I can call an Angel down to prove my identity.”