Miss Witch’s Devotion Has Gone… Twisted

"Alright, now I'll talk, and you remember. If you can't remember, grab a little notebook and write it down."

"Oh, oh..."

Ofemia hadn't yet recovered from the information she'd just received. She responded numbly and started rummaging for paper and a pen.

She casually picked up a pen from the desk but couldn't find a single piece of paper for ages. Loren couldn't help but urge her on:

"Don't you have all those books on your bookshelf? Just tear out a blank page from one of them."

"These books are quite valuable for collection..."

Ofemia's voice was very low, sounding utterly lacking in confidence.

"Hurry it up! I'm being hunted!"

Loren couldn't hold back anymore and yelled at her.

"..."

Loren was at a loss for words. He had no idea how Ofemia had ended up like this.

Before, she had carried herself like a leader, acting decisively and with strong opinions. Now, she was completely different.

Whether it was because of something that had happened that made her fear Loren, or if this was her true nature—or perhaps a bit of both—he couldn't tell.

"Alright..."

Ofemia moved faster. She eventually chose to pull open a drawer and take out a heart-shaped diary, complete with a lock on it.

She flipped open the diary, thought for a moment, and decided to start from the back cover:

"Alright, please go ahead..."

"Hold on, before I speak, let me put some safeguards in place.

"Extend your hands."

"Alright..."

Though Ofemia didn't understand, she complied obediently, stretching out both hands like a student who had made a mistake.

"Close your eyes."

"Yes..."

With that, Ofemia squeezed her eyes shut so tightly that her muscles tensed up.

Seeing her so docile, Loren felt a twinge of pity, but only a little.

The next moment, a fully powered strike landed on Ofemia's neck. The instant Loren swung his blade, Ofemia instinctively wanted to dodge, but in the end, she remained perfectly still. The blow landed squarely on her neck.

That wasn't all. Loren carved across Ofemia's entire body, and by now, he could precisely make a specific piece of flesh fall off her.

"Alright, open your eyes. Start recording what I'm about to say."

"Yes."

Ofemia picked up the diary and began carefully noting down Loren's words. As Loren spoke the details of the simplified Severance Ritual targeting the God of Vows and Wind, Ofemia's shock grew with every word, to the point where she felt genuine fear.

She held a high position and had lived for nearly a thousand years, so she fully understood what the Severance Ritual meant.

This thing had already shaken the foundations of the Orthodox Gods.

"Alright, take this to the Church and do your best to provoke the Church of Night and Thunder and the Church of the God of Vows and Wind into war with each other.

"Your life is in my hands now. If you don't carry out this task properly, I will kill you."

As he spoke, Loren snapped his fingers. Ofemia's finger dropped onto the bedsheet, and blood instantly stained the fabric.

Loren showed no mercy whatsoever. After all, Ofemia had tried to kill him before, only to be stopped by the high-ranking members of the Bloodline.

By Loren's standards, killing her right now wouldn't be the least bit excessive.

Ofemia was fully aware of this, so she had no objection to Loren's actions.

Even with her finger severed, her expression barely changed:

"Actually, you didn't need to use this method to control me. I received an order I can't disobey, commanding me to submit to you."

"I don't trust you people."

Loren was definitely keeping a backup plan. High-level vampires could indeed control lower-level ones, but there was no guarantee that Ofemia had actually been given such an order. So Loren decided to keep one hand tied behind his back.

With that, Loren flew away.

Ofemia looked at the bloodstains on the bedsheet but ultimately didn't call her maid to clean up. It was too embarrassing.

Plus, it might lead to misunderstandings, and she wasn't about to bother explaining.

...

"We might have to be apart for a while."

When he returned to the hideout, Loren had already thought of the next step in his plan.

"Huh? No way... we just reunited..."

Caroline's face fell, and she grabbed Loren's sleeve.

"It's okay. It's only a temporary separation.

"We're in a hurry, so we need to complete the next tasks as quickly as possible and then head out to sea.

"For now, I'm going back near the territory of the God of Vows and Wind. We'll split up from there.

"The God of Vows and Wind's territory is tightly controlled, especially under these special circumstances, so you witches better not enter.

"After I get inside and stir up trouble, you all head straight for the coast."

With that, Loren took out two ghost ship tokens and handed them to Naclis and Mirrorheart respectively.

"These are the tokens to summon the ghost ship. Just raise them high, and when the wind blows, the ship will appear. You can use wind magic directly—I've already taught you, and even Starnight knows how."

At this point, Scarlett felt a bit awkward.

Even Starnight knew how, but she didn't...

"Once you reach the coast, board the ship immediately and head toward the center of the Endless Ocean. The Orthodox Gods can't reach there."

After settling these matters, Loren turned to Caroline:

"Caroline, do your best to take these little witches back to the Witches' Church. What we're about to do isn't convenient with them around.

"We're going underwater, and we'll need the Sea God's blessing for that. They don't have it, and getting it temporarily would be too troublesome."

"Okay."

Caroline's fighting spirit ignited. This was the first task her master had given her, so she couldn't afford to mess it up.

"After that, I'll make a trip to the Nofica Theocracy and tell the Bountiful Church how to deal with the Angel of Plague and the Angel of Pain. Otherwise, the Bountiful Church might get crushed...

"When I'm done, I'll come find you all to regroup. I'm very fast, so don't worry about me."

With those instructions delivered, Loren didn't even have time to hear anyone else's opinions before he took off again.

After doing all this, Loren was confident that the Divine War would erupt.

Although the simplified Severance Ritual couldn't handle the Orthodox Gods themselves, it was still a Severance Ritual.

If a simplified version had appeared, how long would it be before the real one emerged?

And the best way to avoid the Severance Ritual was to obtain other authorities. To gain other authorities, one had to defeat other gods.

That was why Loren was certain the Divine War would begin.

Moreover, Loren had other hidden motives.

The simplified Severance Ritual was essentially a stripped-down version of the real thing. Many of the materials were interchangeable—only the quantities were reduced, and a few key ingredients were missing.

So, Loren could simply intercept the materials the Church had collected, saving himself the trouble of hunting down all those complex components.

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