“Who should I look for…”
Loren had already arrived in the God of Vows and Wind's territory. He watched the stream of people passing by, feeling a little lost.
In any case, Loren could not directly inform the Church. Even if other churches might be manageable, the Church of the God of Vows and Wind absolutely could not be trusted.
They neither cared about gains nor dared to accept them. The moment Loren showed up he would be detected by the Orthodox Gods and then hunted down.
Telling the king would be pointless too. Here the king was no different from a commoner, and if Loren wanted to approach the Church he would have to follow official procedures.
“Screw it, I’ll just tell a few civilians at random.”
In the end Loren chose the most efficient method; he didn’t want to waste much time here.
His plan was simple: send letters directly to the Church. The Church was dutiful and would carefully read every letter they received. If he put the information in a letter they would read it, though whether they believed it would be another matter.
But they could consult the Orthodox Gods, and most likely the gods would confirm the truth.
Once other gods began using the Severance Ritual, they would realize what was happening.
To be safe, Loren wrote several letters, even signing some with his real name, and had the Falling Star Merchant Guild deliver them.
If the Church still failed to obtain the Severance Ritual, then they could wait to die.
…
It was dangerous to linger here, so after sending the letters Loren flew away.
This time he moved at his top speed. The landscape below blurred past, and Loren estimated it would only take a few hours to reach the Nofica Theocracy. He could still catch up with the others on his return.
Along the way Loren saw many things. Ever since the Church began hunting witches, life had grown even harder for people.
Some Church members often used witch hunts as a pretext to pocket benefits; many civilians who couldn’t pay were forced into becoming witches.
Loren had no time to deal with this, nor could he do anything about it; he could not save everyone.
All he could do now was spark the Divine War as soon as possible and end this chaotic age quickly.
As for how much better the new rulers would be after the Orthodox Gods were dealt with, that was none of Loren’s concern.
Helping a bit was his limit; he would not genuinely devote himself to ordinary people.
From beginning to end, his true love had always been the witches. Loren did not want to accuse himself of some innate flaw, but he had indeed witnessed a great deal of human evil.
“Rabble” — that was the most accurate description of humanity in this world.
“Back again…”
A few hours later Loren had returned to the Gedlan Kingdom. The capital’s buildings had been destroyed by the Abyssal Sea Collapse, and the border houses were now filled with Church members who seemed determined to overturn every brick for inspection.
It was unfortunate for them: Loren had already taken or destroyed everything inside, even using Abundant Magic to completely seal Mirrorheart’s basement.
Back on familiar ground, Loren couldn’t help but land and inspect the situation.
Those who had once adored Loren now appeared as if they wanted to rip him apart, smashing the old house’s glass to pieces.
Loren’s mood was not much affected; he had long expected such a scene.
Tamed by the Orthodox Gods, the populace had no critical thinking. Whatever the Church said, they believed.
The nobles and the Church exploited them yet they did not resist, while they harbored visceral hatred for witches they had never met.
Loren had frequently taken advantage of this in the past; he himself had once been the Church’s representative.
“Time to move on…”
Loren took off again. There was no reason to stay in Gedlan any longer; nothing worth lingering for remained here.
Most of the Church members had already been eliminated by Loren’s Super-tier Magic. The remaining clergy in the capital were either called in from other countries or stationed at the border; none of them were locals.
Loren flew openly over them, heading toward the Nofica Theocracy.
This time his target was William. Nofica had no king; William was now the highest-ranking figure under the Church, so he was the most appropriate person to find.
Loren also wanted to see William’s situation. Since Loren had left the Church, William could not have fared well.
But William’s position had risen high; earlier he had earned merit for dealing with the Plague Church’s virus.
Crucially, after Loren and Noah departed, the businesses producing accessories and airplanes had fallen into William’s hands.
Not only in Nofica, but nobles and mages across the God of Bountiful Harvest’s territory — indeed across the world — had come to rely on Loren’s creations.
They needed airplanes and accessories, and now those items could be obtained only through William, so the Church could not touch William, at least not for now.
The only question was whether William had betrayed Loren, but most of his family’s lives were still under Loren’s control, so betrayal was unlikely.
Loren arrived in the theocracy’s capital and headed toward the Chailros family estate where William most likely stayed.
He also casually picked up a newspaper. To his surprise, information traveled fairly fast; the paper already reported Loren’s actions in the Bardo Kingdom.
Not only that, the article piled a string of epithets onto Loren.
Master of Witches · Blasphemer · Arch-Demon King of Atrocity · Angel Slayer · Requiem of Doom · Wielder of Death · The World’s Most Heinous Criminal · Enemy of All Lives · Loren.
The headline was so long it barely fit, and reading it made Loren slightly embarrassed.
In the end Loren chose to burn the paper, then walked through a wall into the Chailros residence and made his way to William’s rooms with practiced ease.
Thankfully William was indeed there.
“William.”
“Master Mentor?”
At Loren’s voice William spun around. He did not seem surprised by Loren’s appearance.
“I knew you would be fine.”
Saying this, William hurriedly offered a small packet to Loren.
“Master Mentor, this is the profit from the accessories and airplanes over this period. I originally planned to deliver it after Christmas, but then this mess happened…
“You left in such a hurry that the household finances couldn’t be taken, so I converted the money into highly liquid precious materials. You can turn them back into cash whenever you need them…”
William had clearly been worrying about Loren, which Loren had not expected, but he declined the materials.
“Keep them. Money is useless to me right now.”
Loren had never cared much for money and cared even less now; letting William keep the profits was fine.
Seeing Loren refuse the funds, William immediately began reporting other matters.
“Master Mentor, I just received news. To deal with you, the God of Bountiful Harvest has allied with the other gods.
“I was worried about how to tell you, and then you showed up.”
“Oh? With which god? The God of Vows and Wind?”
The God of Bountiful Harvest had a relatively good relationship with the God of Vows and Wind, and the Wind God’s authority made it relatively easy to find allies.
“No…”
William shook his head gravely. Even he felt fear as he spoke the next words.
“It’s not just the God of Vows and Wind. It’s all of them.
“To deal with you, nine Orthodox Gods have joined forces…”
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