Miss Witch’s Devotion Has Gone… Twisted

”Are you saying that vampires are giving money to ordinary people?”

Loren doubted his own hearing, as if a weasel had come to pay New Year’s respects to chickens, or a rat had volunteered to be a bridesmaid for a cat.

”That’s indeed the case, I didn’t expect it either...

”Wait, no, it’s not the vampires giving out the money. When they hand it out, they say they are Bloodline Rebels...”

”Aisaco’s plan has reached its final step...”

Loren threw on his black robe and headed straight for the door:

”Things are especially dangerous lately, you all must be careful...”

It was only now that Loren realized why Aisaco had embezzled that sum of money earlier—it was to distribute it to others...

I could have endured the darkness, but you showed me the light... What Aisaco is doing now is precisely that; he’s about to place the last straw that breaks the camel’s back.

...Not far from the hotel, Loren spotted a group of Bloodline Rebels handing out money to ordinary people, led by a vampire.

He stood on a handcart filled to the brim with gold coins, all gold, no other denominations.

”This is yours.”

He casually grabbed a handful of gold coins and handed them to the homeless person in line, with many more still queuing behind.

The homeless person extended both hands to receive the gold coins from the vampire, not out of respect, but out of fear of dropping them.

Similar scenes were unfolding all across the country. There were two things Loren hadn’t anticipated: one, that there were so many Bloodline Rebels, and two, that the vampires were so wealthy.

Loren bypassed them, flooring the accelerator. He needed to find Ofemia quickly.

When they had left earlier, they had been continuously tailed by Movila, so now Loren knew Ofemia’s location.

At the same time, Movila was also watching Ofemia’s residence to ensure Loren wouldn’t arrive to an empty house.

Logically, the war between the Bloodline Rebels and the vampires had nothing to do with Loren, and he didn’t need to rush. But Loren felt Aisaco’s plan couldn’t be that simple; he still didn’t know the purpose of that massive pit of corpses.

Previously, Loren thought those corpses were for cultivating the virus, but Aisaco’s plan wasn’t focused on the virus at all—it was on the medicine. Compared to these drugs, the virus’s role was clearly less important.

Forcing ordinary people to fight vampires was more effective than slaughtering them all and cutting off the vampires’ sustenance. Therefore, that pit of corpses wasn’t for manufacturing the virus.

The unknown was what Loren hated most, which was why he seemed so anxious now.

Loren drove all the way to the ancient castle where Ofemia resided. As a traditional vampire, Ofemia naturally lived in an ancient castle.

The attendant guarding the door was about to stop Loren when another, more perceptive attendant pulled him aside, so Loren didn’t waste much time at the entrance.

”Take me to Ofemia.”

Once inside the castle, Loren randomly grabbed a maid. Movila could only watch from outside; it was difficult for her to enter indoors, so Loren wasn’t entirely clear on Ofemia’s exact whereabouts.

”Of course, Master Mentor, please follow me...”

The maid probably guessed why Loren had come; she had also seen Ofemia’s anxious expression earlier.

”Ofemia, what do you know about what the Bloodline Rebels are doing right now?”

Loren kicked open Ofemia’s bedroom door and saw her with her head buried under a pillow. The decor in her room was quite similar to Anna’s.

”...”

But now wasn’t the time to dwell on such details. Loren ignored the furnishings and quietly watched Ofemia, who was struggling to prop herself up, clearly somewhat flustered.

”Loren?”

Ofemia quickly adjusted her expression, put her mask back on properly, and switched into her professional demeanor in an instant.

”Let’s go to the conference room first. I’ve already notified other high-ranking members of the Bloodline; they’ll be here soon, including Aisaco.”

Ofemia pretended nothing had happened, leading the way out of the bedroom, with Loren following behind.

”Where did the Bloodline Rebels get their money?”

Loren was quite clear about this, but he still asked Ofemia, wanting to know if she was aware.

Even if Ofemia didn’t know, he wouldn’t tell her.

”It’s Aisaco. Aisaco didn’t give us the previous profits, and for developing new products, we also gave him a lot of funding.

”Only Aisaco could produce this much money at once; not even a vampire Duke could do it. So, the mastermind behind all this can only be Aisaco.”

Ofemia’s gaze grew colder, filled with killing intent.

”We’ve already notified Aisaco. If he doesn’t come, he’ll face the entire Bloodline’s hunt.”

Being able to realize this much showed Ofemia wasn’t foolish. It was precisely because of this that Loren found the situation worth watching; otherwise, it would be meaningless if they were just being played by Aisaco.

Her words also indicated one thing: she hadn’t confirmed that Aisaco was part of the Bloodline Rebels, because it simply didn’t make sense—Aisaco’s status and reputation were too high.

After arriving at the conference room, Ofemia didn’t take the seat at the head of the table, indicating that someone of even higher status would be coming later.

Once seated, Ofemia began conversing with Loren:

”What is your view on this matter? Honestly, I’m quite surprised you came to seek me out proactively.”

Ofemia’s residence wasn’t hard to find either; the most extravagant ancient castle in this city was her home, so she didn’t ask Loren how he found her.

This time, Loren didn’t directly take the seat at the head of the table. He didn’t want to draw too much attention, so he just sat beside it.

Such a rapid and open confrontation clearly didn’t align with Aisaco’s interests; he must have other plans. Therefore, Loren spoke conservatively:

”The situation probably isn’t as simple as it seems. The Bloodline Rebels surely have other plans. So, the top priority is to accelerate sunscreen production, ensuring at the very least that vampires aren’t instantly killed.”

”Then, do you think Aisaco is the mastermind behind all this?”

”Perhaps.”

Loren’s answer remained ambiguous. His thoughts were somewhat contradictory: on one hand, he hoped the Bloodline Rebels and the vampires would inflict heavy losses on each other; on the other hand, he didn’t want the people of Uridia to suffer too much.

Human life was far too cheap in this world. Perhaps among all the world’s high-ranking officials, Loren was the only one who cared about the lives of those at the bottom.

Loren didn’t consider himself a good person, nor did he want to flaunt how morally superior he was. If something truly important were at stake, Loren could sacrifice them too. It was just that among a crowd of monsters and demons, Loren was the one who most resembled a human.

”Marquis Ofemia, I’ve arrived.”

Just as they were talking, Aisaco arrived. This time, he appeared more haggard than ever before, his crimson eyes surrounded by bloodshot veins, as if he were the greatest victim of all.