Becoming a god by raising witches

"Congratulations, young gentleman, you are now the youngest investigator in the Sixth Bureau of Investigation. Oh, your sister Hannah came to see you before. We told her that because your cooking was so delicious, you were temporarily transferred to Princess Frida's mansion to cook, so you couldn't go home on time. Remember not to let it slip."

Mrs. Freya reminded her.

Locke nodded slightly and put the documents back in his pocket, which meant that he would be able to receive a higher salary starting from the second half of the month.

“Old Rani came to me complaining, hoping you would put more effort into the kitchen. You can’t slack off, you busy young man.”

Mrs. Freya winked at Locke.

Locke nodded. "Okay, I'll try my best to manage both."

"Yes, go home. Your poor sister's eyes are swollen from crying. She's very worried about you."

Mrs. Freya buried herself back in processing the expense reports.

"Oh, during the 24 hours I was missing, did anyone look for me?"

Sieg asked.

"No."

Mrs. Freya said with certainty.

Sieg shrugged and sighed, "It's really sad."

The two bid farewell to Mrs. Freya and embarked on their respective journeys home. Sieg's destination was the Rose Theatre, where he wanted to relax.

Locke's destination was Old Tom's apartment.

As he sat in the carriage, an elegant black cat jumped onto his shoulder.

"Xiao Ai, I'm so glad to see you again. I almost thought I would be trapped here forever."

Locke exclaimed.

"You must have had quite a haul this time, right?"

Eileen asked casually. She didn't tell Locke that she had been lingering outside the coffee shop all day, planning to rescue him, because none of this had happened yet, which meant she hadn't done anything.

"Fortunately."

Locke waved his pipe. "A weak demon dwells here."

The coachman glanced back at Locke, shook his head, and thought, "Another rich guy from the Mystic Club, always saying strange things. I really want to take him to the nearby Moldo Mental Sanatorium."

But why would this wealthy, mentally ill person go to a place like the West End? Shouldn't he be living in the East End?

The coachman was lost in thought when a carriage passed by. Through the window, Locke saw the woman inside.

She had long, light blonde hair, deep red eyes, fair skin, and pretty features.

Locke could hear his heart pounding.

She is Christa!

That woman who died 10 years ago!

The woman who appeared at the Galken coffee shop.

How did she come back to life?

When Krista turned her gaze toward him, Locke leaned back and dodged it.

Locke's forehead was covered in a fine layer of sweat, and his back was soaked with cold sweat.

We must inform the bureau chief about this immediately.

The two carriages proceeded in different directions until Locke was certain that the other carriage had gone far away, at which point he peeked out and watched the carriage's retreating figure.

“Turn around and head back to Wells.”

"what happened?"

Eileen noticed Locke's unusual mood and asked him what was wrong.

Locke hesitated and said, “I’ve seen that woman at the Galken Cafe. Her name is Krista. She was originally Galken, but her wishes were twisted by the B03 and she became Krista. But I remember that Galken was killed by the Chief. I’m not sure if this woman is Galken, but she is definitely related to the B03.”

Eileen roughly understood what Locke meant; she licked her cat paw.

"She is very dangerous, do not go near her."

"Could it be... her?"

Locke stopped talking about Krista and planned to tell Renis about it immediately.

Renis definitely knows more about the B03 anomaly and the Witch of Deception than I do.

Furthermore, when Locke's carriage passed by the other carriage, the system did not give any notification. It's possible that he was overthinking things, and that it wasn't one of the 12 ancient witches who had been resurrected.

In addition, the "Witch Revelation" left behind by the 12 ancient witches is still in Irene's possession.

They probably didn't come looking for Eileen, did they?

Eileen now worships an evil god, her body has completely changed, and her scent is definitely different from before, so it's unlikely to attract her attention.

While Locke was lost in thought, the carriage had already returned to the Sixth Bureau of Oddity Investigation. Locke told Renis about seeing Christa again.

Renis nodded slightly. "I understand. You can go back now. I'll handle the rest."

"Isn't this dangerous?"

Locke asked.

"It's not certain yet. I'll have someone investigate. By the way, are you moving soon? I'll give you a day off."

Renis suddenly spoke generously.

Locke nodded. "Thank you, Chief."

He does need to move tomorrow, and now he doesn't even need to ask for leave. I guess it's because his recent performance has earned him the appreciation of his superiors.

After saying goodbye to the director, Locke left the Sixth Bureau of Oddities.

At 6 p.m., Locke appeared at Old Tom's apartment.

When Hannah saw Locke, her anxious eyes couldn't be hidden. She pulled her brother aside and carefully checked him over. Only after confirming that Locke wasn't missing any limbs did she ask...

"Did Her Highness make things difficult for you?"

"Of course not, she raved about my cooking."

Locke said with a smile.

Hannah breathed a sigh of relief. "That's wonderful. I never imagined that the kitchen of the Sixth Sheriff's Court would be chosen by a royal princess. What's Princess Frida like? Is she as spoiled as the rumors say?"

"Fortunately, as long as you can satisfy her appetite, she is generally quite friendly."

Locke's gaze shifted from Hannah to the dining table.

Hannah prepared a terrible meal and waited for him to taste it.

Locke forced himself to eat some and praised Hannah's cooking.

"Well done, don't do it again next time."

"Locke!"

Hannah put her hands on her hips, pouted, and looked dissatisfied.

"Damn it! I made this especially for you. Your colleague said you'd be back today if nothing unexpected happened."

“I did not have any accidents, but if you eat dinner like this every day, you may not see the sun rise again. Your hands are better suited for writing, not cooking. Please leave the kitchen to me. After all, even Her Highness the Princess praised my cooking skills.”

Locke stood up, took the dishes to the kitchen, and began washing them.

Eileen stood on his shoulders, waiting for him to cook her a delicious meal.

After washing the dishes, Locke made a new dinner for Hannah and Eileen: simple fried rice with eggs.

While fried rice may seem simple, achieving a perfectly translucent, golden-yellow egg coating that makes it indistinguishable from the rice requires considerable skill from the chef.

After finishing the fried rice, the two of them were still not satisfied.

Locke has once again acquired Eileen's repeat skill, [A Keen Sense of Smell], with a proficiency increase of 100.

After the two women had finished eating, Locke took out the rental agreement.

"We can move tomorrow, ladies."

"tomorrow?"

Hannah looked at the contract in surprise, carefully examining the terms and address.

"Two silver coins a month? That's way too expensive!"

"2 silver coins a month, that's so cheap."

Hannah and Eileen gave different opinions on the rental agreement.

"Actually, the first six months were rent-free because I happened to save the landlord's life, and he was willing to let us live there for free for six months."

Locke said with a smile, "And because of my good work performance, I've been promoted to a permanent position today."

Hannah looked at Locke in disbelief.

"How did you, a cook, manage to save the landlord? And why were you promoted to a permanent position early?"

It wasn't that she didn't believe in her brother's abilities; it was simply that the sheer volume of good news made her suspicious.