Miss Witch’s Devotion Has Gone… Twisted

”Alright, I accept your conditions. Can I see the card?”

”Sure.”

Violetta had no doubts about Loren whatsoever, and directly handed the card over.

The moment Loren agreed, the contract was already sealed, so Violetta had no fear that Loren would break it.

Loren took the Tarot card and looked at its front face.

The image showed torn doctrines, enslaved people, and a mocking demon.

[Tarot Card · Demon]

Effect: Can establish inviolable contracts; violators will have their souls taken by the demon.

Description: Doctrines written in black and white are as pale and powerless as white paper—only the demon’s contract is eternal.

”It’s actually the Demon Card…”After admiring the card’s design, Loren returned it to Violetta.

The Demon Card’s effect wasn’t as simple as its description suggested—it wasn’t just an enhanced version of the God of Vows and Wind’s contracts.

Through the Demon Card’s contract, he could win some truly special things.

Things like lifespan, or even luck.

But Loren generally didn’t need it. Aside from the fact that abstract things like luck had limits, the main issue was that he couldn’t cheat this thing. Loren never did anything that wasn’t one hundred percent certain.

”When will Castio come?”

”I’m not sure, but with such a big incident happening, he should arrive soon.”

”Good. Then I’ll take my leave first.”

Violetta’s home was too run-down; staying there wasn’t comfortable.

Loren had grown used to the good life, and he didn’t want to linger in a place like this.

”How will I find you then?”

”I’ll be staying at the most luxurious hotel here. I’ll inform the front desk—just give them your name directly. No one knows your name, right?”

”No one knows. Let’s leave it at that…”

After making their arrangements, Loren took the money and left.

All that money was useless to him anyway; he planned to exchange it for something more useful.

With Scarlett gone now, carrying cash was inconvenient.

Money was useless in places where he couldn’t spend it, and in places where he could, Loren could just rob it on the spot. So he really didn’t care about money.

”Master, how is Violetta going to kill Castio? Can she guarantee she’ll win?”

On the way, Veronica suddenly asked.

”She can’t guarantee she’ll win, but she can guarantee Castio cheats.”

”A big shot like him won’t risk his own life, so he’s definitely going to cheat.”

”Violetta doesn’t need to see through his cheating method—as long as he cheats, the Demon Card will kill him.”

Just like the Judgment Card, the Demon Card also had a god’s-eye perspective, carrying the power of the Perpetual Observer. It was as accurate as a game’s judgment system.

If he cheated, the Demon Card would kill him.

…

For the rest of the time, Loren planned to take Veronica shopping.

Carrying so much money around wasn’t convenient, so before shopping, Loren first went to the Falling Star Merchant Guild’s hideout here.

He bought a cursed blade and some magical potions, then deposited the remaining money with the Falling Star Merchant Guild—they offered deposit services.

But there wasn’t much money left anyway; cursed blades weren’t cheap.

Loren draped himself in a black robe and rested his hand on the sword’s hilt. This finally made him feel a bit more at ease.

[Cursed Blade · Dusklight]

This blade, the moment it was drawn, would devour light, numb perception, and even partially block the warnings of Intuition.

Moreover, as a cursed blade, its sharpness was quite impressive—though it couldn’t match Requiem, it was far superior to regular weapons.

If we were only talking about assassination, Dusklight was stronger than Requiem, but it would be completely outclassed in other aspects.

As a cursed blade, Dusklight also had side effects. Besides the standard will erosion that came with cursed blades, it would gradually cause the user to lose their perception of color.

But Loren wasn’t worried about that. His eyes possessed the effect of the True Sight Eye. If this blade could actually break the Perpetual Observer’s blessing, then cutting down Orthodox Gods would probably be no different from slicing vegetables.

After handling all this, Loren finally went shopping, taking only a single pouch of gold coins.

That was enough money for them to squander, or even to buy a shop outright without much trouble.

Veronica linked her arm with Loren’s, strolling down the street, exuding a housewifely charm.

Yet she looked around like a curious child. This time was different from all their previous shopping trips—she was no longer a transparent person stealing things; she was genuinely shopping.

And shopping with the person she loved most.

Loren first went to a clothing store, picking out several new outfits for Veronica. The clothes she was currently wearing had faded from washing.

He could also tell that her clothes didn’t fit well—they were even a bit tight, making it hard for her to breathe.

Her size was a bit beyond what ordinary clothes could handle.

So Loren also bought fabric and tools, planning to sew a dress for Veronica himself.

Loren’s tailoring skills were maxed out as well.

Having been used to hardship before, even with a sudden influx of money, Veronica didn’t know what to buy.

In the end, after half a day of shopping, they only bought a few outfits and some snacks.

Looking at the snacks in his hand, Loren suddenly thought of Anna.

If Anna were here, the snacks he bought would have to be multiplied at least tenfold, or else there wouldn’t be enough for her to even get a taste.

At the same time, Loren suddenly realized something—he didn’t actually need to earn money at all. He could simply charge straight into the Holy Flame Empire, cause a big ruckus, and then run.

After that, hurry to the Gedlan Kingdom, find Anna, and reunite with the Witches as quickly as possible.

But for some reason, he hadn’t done that. On a whim, he’d tried gambling to earn money, and ended up meeting Violetta and the Demon Card.

”Arranged by Fate?”

…

On the way back, Veronica was hopping and skipping, keeping one hand firmly holding Loren’s, as if afraid that if she let go, he would disappear.

They arrived at the hotel. Loren wanted to book the most luxurious room, but it was already reserved.

Loren didn’t feel like causing trouble, so he eventually just chose a slightly less impressive room.

”Wow, this place is huge!”

After entering the room, Veronica excitedly looked around everywhere. When she discovered the bathtub, she became even more thrilled.

Right in front of Loren, Veronica directly shed all her clothes and jumped into the bathtub.

She had never understood the concept of male-female distinctions, let alone now that she regarded Loren as her most intimate person.

So, even doing this in front of Loren, she felt no shame at all.

”Take a bath later—let me take your measurements first so I can make you that dress.”

”Oh.”

Veronica climbed out of the bathtub. Her nearly white-blue hair had fallen loose, clinging casually to her body.

She trotted over to Loren, barefoot, leaving a trail of wet footprints.

”…”

Although Veronica didn’t think much of it, Loren definitely felt something stirring. Suddenly, he recalled the words Mirrorheart had written in that note…