Miss Witch’s Devotion Has Gone… Twisted

That very night, the vampires began reclaiming the gold coins. Through purchase records, they found those who had received the coins, retrieved them, and conveniently conducted confiscations of property as well.

The orders came from the high-ranking vampires, but those executing them were not. They all harbored some degree of personal interest.

Initially, some people resisted cooperating, but after the vampires executed a few individuals, the rest complied instantly.

The next day’s newspapers were free, documenting these events, and even brazenly printing images of the executed people’s corpses right on the pages.

Recent events could be summarized in just a few words, because these low-level people simply had no right to speak.

In just a few days, the Uridia Kingdom stabilized once more. The Bloodline Rebels hadn’t given money to everyone, but it was widespread enough—just letting people see that the money existed was sufficient.

Perhaps people still lived in misery, but the nation had stabilized.

The Church remained indifferent to the events of this period, seemingly maintaining neutrality all along, but their stance was actually quite clear.

On the surface, the Church indeed would not interfere with human actions targeting vampires; instead, it would restrict vampires from persecuting humans, appearing truly fair. But this was like placing a fish and a cat in a waterless cage, then scolding the cat a few times when it eats the fish.

Loren suddenly thought of something ridiculous. Although he thought daily about wiping out the Orthodox Gods, making people suffer so miserably truly had nothing to do with the Orthodox Gods. Compared to the current rulers, the Orthodox Gods could be considered loving towards humanity.Two other matters were relatively important during this period. First, the sunscreen Loren researched began production and sale. At Loren’s request, the sunscreen was priced very high, especially the premium version. And Loren’s guess was correct—the vampires would only purchase the premium sunscreen.

The other matter was the new type of drug developed by Aisaco. This drug was priced very high, generally only purchased by nobles, with most consumed internally within the Bloodline. Aisaco even gifted quite a lot to other vampires, claiming it was to apologize for his negligence.

Recently, Loren couldn’t even see vampires on the streets anymore; they were all immersed in the drugs.

But all of this had nothing to do with Loren.

”I’m going to visit Cecelia, to have her go hide elsewhere for a while. Uridia isn’t peaceful lately.”

He could just send a letter telling her to leave directly; Loren believed Cecelia would heed the advice. However, Loren mainly wanted to go see Cecelia in person, after all, Loren had never known what Cecelia looked like and was quite curious.

Moreover, Loren had previously agreed with Cecelia to go find her. It’s just that ever since arriving here, Loren encountered various incidents, constantly delayed until now, when Loren finally planned to see her.

Loren also considered having the Witches leave, but they definitely wouldn’t agree either. Precisely because it was dangerous, they wanted even more to stay by Loren’s side.

They had indeed provided Loren with considerable help. Previously, when facing the Angel, if not for the Witches’ assistance, Loren estimated he would have had to use some trump cards.

”Can I accompany you? I also want to see what Cecelia looks like.”

Anna wanted to go with Loren. As soon as she finished speaking, Laila said the same thing:

”I want to go too!”

However, unlike Anna’s curiosity, Laila’s feelings were more complex; she was afraid Loren would be whisked away.

Naclis also showed a worried expression, but she was too embarrassed to speak up.

To be honest, Cecelia could be considered senior in terms of tenure. She and Loren met very early, even earlier than Mirrorheart.

”Forget it. I plan to go secretly. If discovered, it might bring trouble to Cecelia.”

The vampires were watching Loren, and the Bloodline Rebels were too. Loren’s existence was the biggest variable.

Since Loren became famous, there had never been an incident Loren couldn’t resolve. The most difficult persona to establish was just so firmly established by Loren. Anyone with a slightly higher status would not question Loren’s capabilities.

”I’m leaving now.”

Loren put on the black robe, activated the presence-reduction ability, phased through the wall, and stood on the hotel rooftop.

He looked at the moon in the sky. The sky was clear, the starlight brilliant, and the moon grew fuller. The nightscape was so beautiful.

Possessing the authority of night, Uridia’s starry sky was also more normal than other places.

It was precisely because the moonlight was so bright that Loren could see so clearly the homeless people who had died in the dark corners.

Standing at the high point, a pair of black wings suddenly materialized from Loren’s back.

This was the World Card’s ability. Previously, Loren had seen a crow feeding on a homeless person’s corpse get devoured by other homeless people. Witnessing this crow’s death, the World Card also recorded it.

Flight was the crow’s ability, so Loren could now use it too.

After using certain special abilities, corresponding limbs would materialize around Loren, but Loren himself wouldn’t be affected much. These wings didn’t even tear Loren’s clothes.

The black wings flapped, and Loren soared into the air, flying through the city’s night sky.

The neon lights and revelry below, alongside the severed limbs and corpses, flashed past Loren’s eyes rapidly. With the World Card, Loren’s mobility underwent a qualitative change.

The crow split from Movila followed alongside Loren, flying with him.

Loren increased his flying speed, no longer looking at the misery below.

This was Loren’s first time flying after transmigrating, yet flying still came naturally and effortlessly.

Reality and games had many differences. Sometimes Loren also wondered why all his techniques were max level, whether it was alchemy or marksmanship. These techniques shouldn’t be possible without decades of dedication.

Loren remembered an old man who had studied a technique for nearly a hundred years, specializing in one weapon, but Loren felt that purely comparing technique, he was no match for Loren.

Cecelia’s home wasn’t far from Loren’s hotel. Loren didn’t fly long before arriving near her place, landing in front of the door.

It was very plain, just an ordinary small detached house. A mailbox stood at the door, very clean, clearly wiped frequently.

Dim lights were on inside the house, indicating someone was home.

Loren walked to the door and rang the doorbell. Immediately, a pleasant voice came from inside:

”Put letters in the mailbox, deliveries at the door.”

Cecelia showed no intention of coming out at all. She truly was very socially anxious, something mentioned in her previous correspondence with Loren.

”It’s me, Loren.”

”Loren? Wait for me!”

After Loren said his name, he heard quite a commotion from inside the house. It seemed Cecelia was in a hurry to come find him, knocking over many things and even taking a tumble.

”...”

This clumsy demeanor reminded Loren of Scarlett. Soon after, the door opened a crack.

Through the gap, Loren saw a lively eye and deep red hair, the same as what Loren had found on his bed that day.