Becoming a god by raising witches

Locke answered casually, his eyes never leaving the book.

"What? You call this not difficult? Do you know how difficult it is to sign a blood pact with a demon? This is no less difficult than a princess suddenly saying she wants to marry you. Locke, I suspect you're just showing off."

Sieg said.

“I don’t want the princess to marry me. I want to stay as far away from her as possible.”

Locke instinctively felt that Princess Frida would be a problem. It was best to stay as far away from such a spoiled princess as possible. Fortunately, his decision last time was correct, otherwise he would have ended up like that nobleman who was torn to pieces.

"Locke, I'm so bored. I've decided to go to the tavern for a drink. Want to come along?"

"I'm not going. Are you coming over tonight?"

“With Miss Rebecca here, I feel superfluous here. I’ll come during the day.”

Sieg smiled and shrugged.

Locke thought it was better that he left, so that it would be easier for him to ask Eileen for help with his studies.

After Sieg left, Locke continued his studies under Eileen's guidance.

The peaceful night passed just like that.

For the next two days, Locke took leave from Old Rani in the kitchen and either practiced at the shooting range, exercised at the old instructor's house, or strolled around the streets of Kosork, but he never encountered that special white carriage again.

On the third day, Andy Hagen's homecoming ball began at 8 p.m.

To please his daughter, Count Hagen decided to make the ball a masquerade ball.

Everyone is required to wear a mask and a glamorous gown to participate.

Locke and Sieg set off together for the ball. Sieg chose a white sheep mask for Locke, while he himself wore a lion mask.

At the ball, Locke saw Count Hagen's mistress, Madame Suemann.

Her red hair was particularly captivating under the lights, and her voluptuous figure complemented her gorgeous dress perfectly. As she walked arm in arm with Count Hagen, she looked just like the mistress of the count's mansion.

Locke is now somewhat sensitive whenever he sees red hair.

This hair color inexplicably reminded him of that mysterious woman, the beautiful woman who was with Krista.

Andy Hagen disliked Mrs. Suemann because he felt overshadowed when standing next to her.

Even though she possesses enviable beauty, there are still significant differences between beauties.

Even with a mask on, Lady Suman's aura seemed to attract the attention of various men around her, which inexplicably reminded Locke of Sheria.

However, he did not receive any system notification, which proved that Madam Suman was not a witch.

Sieg was immediately drawn to the red-haired Madame Suman. If Count Hagen hadn't been there, he would have already taken Madame Suman's hand and praised her fair skin and elegant figure.

“Sig, the white car.”

Locke reminded him in a low voice.

Sieg understood his implication and sighed regretfully.

“I see. No wonder she’s so captivating. Normally, I could stay rational for at least two or three hours in front of a lady like her, but with her, I can only stay sober for five minutes.”

"Please restrain yourself. Of course, I only have doubts."

Locke didn't see Mrs. Sueman remove her mask and couldn't be sure if she was the red-haired woman, but he had a keen sense of smell.

Madame Suman wore too much perfume, which seemed to mask her natural scent.

My sense of smell has failed me.

Unfortunately, Renis wasn't invited to today's ball.

Locke pondered what might happen if something unexpected occurred at the dance.

He held the summoning charm given to him by Renis, which could summon her shadow at crucial moments.

In addition, the ballroom was surrounded by transparent glass on all four sides, allowing him to hide inside using mirror magic.

Sieg was also there, as was Miss Irene the black cat.

Moreover, there's a garden right outside the hall, filled with butterflies and bees, so Angela should be nearby.

It's not a big problem. At least if the other party's target is him, they most likely won't be able to take him away.

"Locke."

A familiar voice interrupted Locke's thoughts.

Locke looked over and saw a lady wearing a squirrel mask.

Judging from her figure, it's definitely Miss Lucy.

Locke remembered Lucy's measurements clearly.

"Miss Lucy."

"Oh, you actually recognized me."

Lucy was surprised and used her fan to cover half of her face, which was already hidden by the mask.

"Didn't you recognize me too?"

Locke said with a smile.

"That's because you're wearing a half-mask; your chin is very distinctive."

Lucy's cheeks flushed slightly, but luckily the mask concealed her expression.

"Miss Lucy, we meet again."

Sieg extended his hand in a gentlemanly gesture.

Lucy lifted her skirt in return.

“Mr. Sieg, you and Mr. Locke are inseparable. This is the second time I’ve met you at the ball.”

"Yes, we have a great relationship, just the kind of relationship you're thinking of."

Sieg took off his mask and winked at Lucy.

Then he put the mask back on.

Lucy let out a crisp laugh. "Mr. Sieg, you're so funny. No wonder Malvina was so happy when she mentioned you. Oh, Malvina's here too. She's wearing a fox mask. I hope you can find her."

"Is that so? Mrs. Malvina is here too. Then I'll take my leave."

Sieg hadn't lost interest in Madame Malvina when he heard that she had also abandoned Locke at the ball to seek his fleeting pleasure.

Locke picked up the glass of red wine the waiter had brought and handed it to Lucy.

"Miss Lucy, do you know Mrs. Sueman?"

"Madame Suemann, of course, she was a very beautiful woman, and she was the only mistress that Count Hagen acknowledged."

As Lucy was speaking, Count Hagen tapped his wine glass with a golden spoon.

ding ding ding-

Despite the considerable noise at the ball, everyone uniformly turned their attention to Count Hagen, temporarily halting their individual discussions.

Count Hagen, like an actor under a spotlight, removed his big bad wolf mask, revealing an unremarkable face, and said with a smile,

"Today is a ball to celebrate the return of my beautiful daughter. A total of 66 beautiful women have been invited, all of whom are wearing masks. If any man can find my daughter Andy Hagen among these 66 women, I will give him this painting, [The Smile of a Young Girl]."

[The Smile of a Young Girl] is the most famous work by Anna Watson, a renowned painter from the Kingdom of Tumen. Because Anna Watson has been dead for many years, the price of this painting has been driven up, but in reality, only nobles who truly appreciate art would collect it.

For someone like Locke, who has little artistic talent, this painting has no value other than being exchanged for Kimmelk.

"Come on, gentlemen, begin your search! I'm sure you'll find my beautiful daughter. The ball is now in session."

Count Hagen put on his mask again, and cheerful music began to play.

The young gentlemen cheered as they entered the dance floor, subconsciously observing each woman they met to see if she was Andy Hagen.

"Miss Lucy, may I have the honor of inviting you to dance the first dance of the day?"

Locke smiled and extended his hand.

Lucy placed her small hand, clad in a white lace glove, on Locke's large hand.

“Mr. Locke, it is my honor.”

The two then entered the dance floor. Kossock's ballroom dancing was very different from the ballroom dancing Locke had danced in his previous life. It was childish, like a doll and a teddy bear dancing, requiring them to spin around a lot.

In such a dance, the attraction between the man and woman can easily increase, because the feeling of dizziness is very similar to love.

It is said that a well-mannered lady can spin around 10 times without losing her composure.

The more a woman can't keep spinning around, the poorer she is believed to have been born.

Because they don't need to learn the etiquette of spinning around.

If Locke hadn't possessed the ability to coordinate his limbs, he probably would have gotten dizzy after spinning around in place five or six times.

“Mr. Locke, you don’t look like someone who used to live in Old Tom’s apartment building.”

"Lucy sighed."

"Really? Miss Lucy, I'm actually feeling a little dizzy."

“Let’s stop then. I’ve always thought this kind of dance is both childish and ridiculous.”