Miss Witch’s Devotion Has Gone… Twisted

To be honest, Loren was only half-competent at this himself and couldn’t explain the reasoning behind it. He could only let Noah figure it out on his own.

The most important thing was to find the ruins of the Dawn Society. This place was incredibly significant to Noah but essentially worthless to Loren.

”Alright, I’ll leave the rest to you. First, take a look at these materials. Once you’ve more or less understood them, I’ll give you some money so you can go to the Uridia Kingdom to borrow some equipment for your research.”

”If you have free time, try to look around. Who knows, you might find your own destined opportunity? Your fate holds a unique opportunity meant just for you.”

”...”

Noah held a magical potion in one hand and documents in the other as tears streamed uncontrollably down his face.

Finally, he knelt before Loren and bowed heavily, touching his head to the ground:

”Master Mentor, your great kindness is something I can never repay...”

”What I’m doing brings you no benefit whatsoever. It might even drag you into trouble. Even so, you’ve chosen to help me. Truly, I am infinitely grateful...”

Noah’s body trembled from overwhelming emotion. He had already made up his mind: from now on, no matter what Loren asked him to do, he wouldn’t hesitate for a second.Since his wife’s death, this was the first time anyone had held such a high place in his heart.

”Alright, that’s disgustingly sentimental. If you can kill a few gods, that would be the greatest help you could give me.”

”Understood. I will definitely do everything in my power to kill the gods, until they are completely annihilated!”

Noah lifted his head and downed the Scales to Dragon potion in one gulp. The next moment, his skin began to split open, and flames started pouring from the cracks. Noah’s regenerative ability healed the skin again, and the process repeated endlessly. The agony was unimaginable.

The pain caused by the Scales to Dragon was soul-deep. That was the price of power.

Even so, Noah didn’t utter a single sound, though the sweat beading on his forehead proved he was far from comfortable.

Gradually, his body stabilized, but the pain didn’t diminish in the slightest. From this day forward, he would be plunged into endless torment.

Loren had already told him about the effects of the Scales to Dragon and had even advised him to save it for a critical moment. Yet Noah chose to drink it on the spot anyway.

Compared to the pain of losing the one he loved, having his soul burned was nothing.

”Keep it up.”

Noah was truly a real man. As an ally, he was pretty reliable, and Loren couldn’t help but admire him a little.

Loren believed he could endure such pain too, but he wouldn’t have been so decisive in downing the Scales to Dragon. He had felt this kind of agony before, and all he could say was that it really wasn’t something a human could bear.

If a normal person drank the Scales to Dragon, they would absolutely go insane from the extreme pain before losing themselves entirely.

After giving him a word of encouragement, Loren left. He was also curious about just how far Noah could go now.

At the same time, Loren was contemplating how to kill Noah. Noah’s immortality was far more formidable than Aisaco’s (the Bloodline Rebels). Loren wasn’t even sure if the Witches’ Arcane Ability could break a blessing of this level.

After all, the Witches targeted the Orthodox Gods.

The Church of Confusion had already tried some simple methods for Loren, like encasing Noah in an alloy casing and throwing him into the sea. Noah had proven through real action that it didn’t work.

His immortality was even more absurd than regenerating from a single drop of blood. He didn’t even need blood to regenerate.

The best method Loren could think of was to start with the Goddess of Love, asking her to remove Noah’s blessing, or better yet, having her grant Loren a higher-level blessing. Loren believed that with the Witches’ love for him, this wouldn’t be hard to achieve.

Noah was obsessed, but the Witches would only be more obsessive. If Loren died, they would be even more unhinged than Noah.

Another method was much simpler: directly exile him, just like Kars, and throw him into outer space.

Of course, this method wasn’t very reliable. If Noah was picked up by some other civilization one day, there was no telling if he might find his way back to exact revenge...

Loren shook his head. Thinking about this was pointless. If he really wanted Noah dead, Loren figured he would only need to say one sentence, and Noah would kill himself willingly.

...

On the way back, Loren bought some desserts on a whim. He held up a piece of bread, and in an instant, he was surrounded by white pigeons.

It was the first time Loren had seen so many white pigeons at once. This kind of situation only happened in the Nofica Theocracy, where food was abundant. In other places, scavengers like crows and vultures were better suited for surviving in cities than pigeons.

Most people in this world didn’t have a habit of eating human flesh, so scavengers found it easier to feed on corpses than leftovers.

By the time the pigeons finished eating the bread, Loren had just returned home. He brushed the feathers off his clothes. If Starnight found out he had been feeding other birds, she would get jealous.

Night had already fallen. Everything seemed so peaceful, but Loren knew very well that tonight would not be peaceful.

The Langton family’s mansion was already empty. From top to bottom, everyone had been dragged into the dungeon. The Royal Capital’s dungeons couldn’t hold that many people, so the Church had no choice but to temporarily turn their estate into a prison.

Of course, with such a large family and no clan register, the Church couldn’t catch everyone. But all the prominent figures had been arrested.

Meanwhile, news of this had spread to other nobles. When Loren got home, he found the doorway piled high with gifts. Anna had already been unwrapping them for quite a while.

The most eye-catching gift was from the Chailros family. The packaging was the largest and most luxurious, filled with rare materials.

”This is the Love Dragon TV again...”

Loren complained, because all the materials were related to dragons.

Dragon fangs, dragon claws, dragon hide, dragon blood... These materials were genuinely precious, and Loren had plenty of use for them.

Setting aside the more distant future, Loren could easily use the dragon hide to make some clothes.

This was real dragon hide, not from a shameful dragon species like the Murmuring Dragon. With some runes added, the defensive capabilities of this hide would be quite impressive.

Speaking of dragon fangs, Loren suddenly remembered something he had forgotten.

He summoned the Unabandoned Casket and took out two sharp fangs.

These were Duke Furad the Bloodline’s fangs, the highest-grade material Loren could currently possess. Something of this level couldn’t even be acquired by the Falling Star Merchant Guild, which was why Loren kept this item stored alongside his Tarot cards.

But even though this item was precious, Loren hadn’t immediately figured out what to do with it. Or rather, there were too many uses, and Loren couldn’t decide how to use it without wasting it.

”If worst comes to worst, I can just ask Furad for two more...”

Even thinking about it made Loren feel a little embarrassed. He wondered if Furad’s fangs had even grown back yet.

”What are you doing holding Duke Furad’s fangs? If you really want her, just say it outright. She probably wouldn’t refuse. You don’t need to think about indirect kissing here...”

Loren tapped Mirrorheart on the head, cutting off her remark.

Just then, an idea struck him.