Becoming a god by raising witches

“Although these all belong to Levy Bilal, Kona cleans this lounge every day, so it should still have her scent. Try using these things to look for her. Let’s split up. I remember her scent.”

Locke has an extremely sensitive sense of smell, and he is very sensitive to all kinds of smells in the air. He can find Cona by smell if Cona is still at the Rose Theater.

Boyd nodded, and he began trying to find Kona using Levy Bilal's things.

Locke left the lounge and, following the scent left by Cona, headed deeper into the Rose Theater.

After passing through several lounges, Locke found Kona's spot in the common lounge.

The scent of Kona is strongest here, but she is not here; only her clothes and accessories remain.

"Could they have walked out of the Rose Theater?"

Locke frowned.

He focused his attention and continued searching for the scent of Kona.

Finally, he stopped in front of the dressing room of a ballet company director named Herwin, and heard noises coming from inside.

"Kona, you danced so well. I never knew you had such talent. You won't need to be Levy Bilal's assistant anymore. You will have a better future than her."

"Thank you, thank you Commander Herwin, I will do my best."

"It's not enough to just dance well, Kona, you also need to be prepared to sacrifice for art."

"Commander, what do you mean?"

"Kona, lie down, let me teach you properly."

"Commander, what are you going to do? No, please don't do this, please don't do this."

dong dong dong-

Locke's knocking interrupted Commander Herwin's good time.

Herwin frowned, a displeased look on his face. He stood up and glared at Kona. "You'd better keep quiet, or the Rose Theatre won't tolerate you anymore."

"I...I see."

Kona wiped away her tears, feeling wronged.

Herwin walked to the door, opened it, and saw the young Locke, who exuded an invisible charm.

His initial annoyance improved slightly, and he asked with a smile,

"you are?"

"Hello, Commander, I am an investigator from the Sixth Sheriff's Division. I have been asked by Miss Levy Billar to investigate the case of her missing items. Have you seen Kona?"

Locke said seriously.

"Kona? She stole something?"

Herwin said in surprise.

"Yes, a pair of red dancing shoes."

Locke continued.

Kona was so frightened that she curled up in a ball. She didn't want to be mistaken for a thief, nor did she want to be kicked out of the Rose Theater. If she were really kicked out, she didn't know what she could do. Perhaps she would be reduced to the lowest of prostitutes.

The thought terrified Kona, and she hid in the closet, making a noise in the process.

Locke glanced at Herwin. Although Herwin wanted to stop the investigator from barging into his lounge, he was no match for Locke's strength and was easily pushed to the ground.

Locke walked to the wardrobe, opened the door, and saw Kona inside, looking utterly terrified, wearing red ballet shoes.

"Miss Kona, I'm sorry, please come back to the Sheriff's Court with me."

“I…I, I didn’t. I’m sorry, I’ll return it to Miss Levy right away.”

Kona said, her nose stinging with tears.

Locke pulled her out of the wardrobe, nodded slightly to Herwin,

"Commander Herwin, I believe that Kona's theft has nothing to do with you. Now I'm taking her away. You have no objections, do you?"

"No."

Locke took Cona away.

Kona cried and begged for mercy, "Please, let me go. I don't want to go to the police station. If I go to the police station, everything will be over."

"Keep your voice down. You don't want everyone to know you stole, do you?"

Locke reminded him.

Kona could only rub her eyes in grievance, not daring to make a sound.

Locke took Cona back to Levy Bilal's lounge, where she witnessed a surprising scene.

Levy Bilal stood menacingly to one side, while Boyd cowered in the corner, practically screaming, "Don't come any closer!"

It's clear he's quite afraid of women.

"You damned thief, you liar! How could you possibly be Boyd? Boyd is clearly a charming young man! Look at your pathetic face, how dare you impersonate him! If you don't tell me where you hid my shoes, I'll have the sheriff's office take you away right now!"

Through the crack in the door, Locke saw Levy Bilal angrily berating poor Boyd.

Although Levy Bilal didn't know why she was called Boydlock in her dream, she remembered that the boy had said his name was Boyd, and she could now distinguish between dreams and reality.

Losing her red dancing shoes made her quite anxious.

When she first saw the tall and strong Boyd, she was a little scared, worried that this man would rob her of her money and sexually assault her.

But what happened next surprised her; the man was actually very afraid of her.

This convinced her that the thief was guilty.

“I really am Boyd, Miss Levy Bilal. I am the sheriff. Please don’t get agitated and don’t get so close to me.”

Boyd said awkwardly.

Locke knocked on the door and led the weeping Cona into Levy Bilal's room.

Levy Bilal looked at Locke in surprise and blurted out,

“Locke? No, Boyd, what are you doing here, and with Cona?”

"Miss Levy."

Locke helped Boyd up, suppressing a laugh, and said, "Excuse me, this is my colleague. We are both investigators from the Sixth Sheriff's Court. Your red dancing shoes were taken by Cona."

"Kona!"

Levy Bilal glared at Kona, noticing that she was indeed wearing her own red ballet shoes. "You little bitch, take them off!"

"what."

Kona screamed and hid behind Locke.

"Kona, aren't you going to take your shoes off?"

Locke turned to look at Cona, whose face was covered in freckles, "Do you really want to be taken to the sheriff's office?"

"No, no, I'll take it off right now."

Although she was very unwilling, Kona still bent down to take off her shoes.

Unfortunately, the red dancing shoes seemed to be stuck to her feet, and no matter how hard she tried to take them off, she couldn't get them off.

Boyd glanced at Kona.

"You must take it off willingly, without any resentment."

"I, I, but it's me."

Kona started crying again, feeling wronged.

Levy Bilal grabbed Cona's hair and said viciously, "Take it off right now, or I'll chop off your legs. Who told you to covet my things?"

"Miss Levy, please be careful."

Locke looked at her seriously before she let go of his hand.

Kona clutched her head and cried as she spoke.

"I... I've tried my best, but I just can't get it off."

“In that case, come back to the Sheriff’s Court with us, Miss Levy. We’ll bring the shoes back later.”

Locke said to Levy Bilal.

"How is this possible?"

Levy Bilal watched Locke nervously as she bent down to try and take off Cona's red dancing shoes, but she couldn't pull them off no matter what she did; the shoes seemed to be attached to Cona's feet.

After several failed attempts at tug-of-war, she reluctantly allowed Locke and Boyd to take Cona away.

The three of them got into the carriage, and Cona turned back in despair to glance at the Rose Theater.

She will definitely never be able to come back.

"Waaaaah, I only made one mistake, but I have to pay such a heavy price. Why? I don't want to leave the Rose Theatre. I want to become a famous ballerina. I don't want to end up as a streetwalker or a homeless person."

Kona buried her face in her hands and wept bitterly. The red dancing shoes seemed to sense her despair and resentment, emitting a faint light.

The next second, the red dancing shoes carried her off the carriage.