Miss Witch’s Devotion Has Gone… Twisted

Early the next morning, Loren quietly handed the Drowning Soul Cage to Gwen. Afterwards, Loren planned to control Gwen to go to the Nofica Theocracy first; that area was currently the most turbulent, making it easy to gather some souls.

Life during this period was quite uneventful, except that Loren needed to deal with three people simultaneously. If not for his remarkably high stamina of 39 points, he really might not have been able to hold out.

Mirrorheart indeed did as she said, truly no longer helping the others with household chores, focusing solely on taking care of Loren. So during this time, Seraphina became the most exhausted one.

However, she didn’t complain, still maintaining her usual smile and doing her best to help the others share the household duties.

Corolla had also become very diligent lately, seemingly afraid that Loren would discover Seraphina could do the work of several people by herself and then fire her.

...

”So boring... Seraphina, let’s go night raid the Master. I’m guessing you have that idea too, anyway.”

”Wouldn’t that be a bit too sudden?”

In the afternoon, only the three maids were in the living room. Seraphina and Corolla were diligently cleaning, while Flossie, after finishing the area she was responsible for, collapsed on the sofa, one foot propped up on the coffee table.

”Do you really want to do that...”Corolla was a bit excited, but more than that, she was timid.

Seraphina walked over to Flossie, slapped her black-silk-stocking-clad foot off the coffee table, and meticulously wiped the area it had touched.

”Then let’s go steal the Master’s underwear. Idle hands are the devil’s workshop...”

Seraphina held a rag in one hand and a broom in the other. Her eyes fixed on Flossie, saying nothing, yet saying everything.

Flossie gave an awkward laugh, and only then did Seraphina leave:

”The Master’s underwear is all guarded by Mirrorheart. We can’t get near it.”

”Tch, what a pervert.”

After saying that, Flossie simply lay down on the sofa, lifted her legs, leaned them against the sofa back, and went completely upside down.

The moment the knocking sound rang out, Flossie did a kip-up, stood up, put on her high heels, and ran towards the door:

”I’ll get it! I have a feeling something interesting is going to happen today.”

The usually laziest Flossie was actually the fastest to move. But when she opened the door, outside was just the old man delivering groceries.

”That’s it?”

Flossie’s face immediately fell, and she silently carried the ingredients inside.

”Your premonition isn’t very accurate, is it?”

Seraphina came over, intending to help Flossie bring the ingredients into the kitchen. As soon as the ingredients were put away, Flossie flopped back onto the sofa, resuming her upside-down position:

”Boring. When is the war starting?”

”Judging by the posture of the Canaan Kingdom, a fight should break out soon.”

Even when treated like this, Seraphina would still gently answer Flossie’s questions, all while her hands never stopped moving.

”I’m talking about the Divine War. Mortals fighting is nowhere near as interesting as gods?”

”The Divine War breaking out is still a long way off. I won’t let the Divine War erupt.”

Loren had somehow appeared behind Flossie and pulled her skirt back down, which had fallen due to gravity.

Although Flossie was usually so improper, her underwear was actually quite cute.

”Is that so? What a pity then.”

No one present doubted Loren’s ability to prevent the Divine War, because Loren truly could do it.

It wasn’t like Divine Wars had never erupted in history. Long ago, there were ten Orthodox Gods in this world. The God of Light killed the God of Fire and seized His authority. This wasn’t a secret, so it wasn’t strange that Flossie knew about Divine Wars.

”Master...”

After Loren appeared, Seraphina bowed respectfully.

”Have today’s ingredients been delivered?”

Loren had also been quite idle lately. His research had hit a bottleneck, and it wasn’t convenient to go out. He spent whole days holed up at home, teasing the bird and listening to music.

”They’ve been delivered.”

Seraphina pointed to the ingredients in the kitchen, but Loren, after just one glance, sensed something was off.

”Was it the same person as before who delivered the groceries?”

Loren picked out many yellowed leaves from the vegetables. This was actually normal; what ordinary people bought was of this standard. But what was delivered to Loren had always been carefully selected and shouldn’t have had this situation.

”Yes.”

Now that Loren had come out, Flossie realized she couldn’t continue slacking off. She had to at least put on a bit of a show, so she hurriedly answered Loren’s question.

”...”

Loren fell into thought. This situation was indeed within expectations. Give an inch, they’ll take a mile. If you’re always good to someone, they might instead start taking it for granted.

At first, he might choose to give Loren the best ingredients because Loren was good to him, but he might also gradually stop giving him privileges over time.

But this was happening a bit too fast. Moreover, Loren also had reputation bonuses; logically, it shouldn’t be.

Loren thought of one possibility: he had already been replaced by a Pseudohuman. The Pseudohuman understood his interpersonal relationships and took over his work, but didn’t learn the social graces, subconsciously treating everyone equally.

If that were true, then it would be troublesome. Loren planned to have Gwen investigate, first confirm if it was a Pseudohuman, then make further judgments.

”Let’s eat first...”

The Requiem was in Loren’s room. The Requiem had the ability to distinguish Pseudohumans. The method was simple: just quietly use the Requiem to make a small cut. If a sudden burst of fear erupted, then it was a normal person. If there was no reaction, then it was a Pseudohuman.

And the consequences weren’t too severe either. The Requiem could damage souls, and the injuries it caused were hard to heal. Logically, this was a sure-hit skill, but Loren’s mastery over the Requiem was high enough to suppress its effects. However, there would still be some impact. At worst, he could just give some compensation later.

The worst-case scenario was that the person themselves was very fragile, resulting in an instant death effect. So Loren didn’t plan to use the Requiem lightly.

When Loren’s household started their meal, Gwen also found the old man who delivered the groceries. He had just finished delivering and was pulling his cart, intending to go home.

Gwen, cloaked in a black robe, was very inconspicuous in the crowd. She just seemingly inadvertently passed by the old man, and a wound appeared on his arm.

The wound was shallow, only seeping a few beads of blood.

Loren’s techniques were all max level, making such a wound was easy.

The Requiem was sharp enough that giving someone a cut without them noticing, they might not even feel the pain. Clearly, that old man was in such a situation now.

He not only didn’t feel pain, but also didn’t feel fear. This undoubtedly confirmed his identity as a Pseudohuman.

Loren, who was eating, suddenly had a grave expression. If even Loren, who never left the house, encountered a Pseudohuman, then Loren dared not imagine just how many Pseudohumans were out there now.