Becoming a god by raising witches

Rebecca said dismissively.

“Rebecca, you are a demon. You cannot understand the fear that normal people feel when they first encounter these things, so you have no right to judge.”

Locke told Rebecca that he actually understood Hannah very well. If his sister suddenly became a monster and started raising a witch and a demon, he would also be terrified.

Fortunately, Hannah did not remain unconscious for long before regaining consciousness.

"Locke, when did you first discover that you had this ability?"

"Hannah asked."

"Not long ago, a month before joining the Sixth Sheriff's Court."

Locke said.

"Are you... still Locke?"

Hannah asked hesitantly, her eyes filled with fear.

She suspected that the man in front of her was no longer her brother. Combining this with the fact that Locke had fallen seriously ill three years ago and was on the verge of death, but suddenly recovered one night, Hannah had previously thought that her prayers had moved the goddess and that the goddess had returned Locke to her. Now, however, she felt a chill run down her spine.

"Hannah, I will always be Rock Bemon, your brother. You will always be the most important person to me, and I will always protect you."

Locke looked at Hannah with sincere eyes.

Hannah reached out and hugged Locke.

"Locke, promise me you won't become a terrifying being. Let's pretend this never happened and live normal lives, okay?"

"Hannah, I'm telling you all this today because I want you to accept my life. We can never go back to living a normal life."

Locke patted Hannah on the shoulder.

"Rebecca, is she really a demon?"

Hannah looked up at Locke and asked.

"Yes, she is a demon."

Locke answered.

"Was she involved in the deaths of those people in the West End?"

"Hannah asked."

Locke knew Hannah was referring to the 500 people who died in the West End water pollution incident, and he shook his head. "Their deaths had nothing to do with Rebecca."

"What are you thinking? How could I possibly be related to that group? If I were to kill, I would kill far more than just 500."

Rebecca curled her lip and said with a disdainful look.

"Shut up."

Locke glanced at Rebecca, who snorted and turned into a wisp of smoke before disappearing into her pipe.

She didn't want to stay here and suffer any more.

Damn Locke Bemon, stupid Hannah Bemon, I'll kill you both sooner or later.

Rebecca, thinking this, began to go mad in her pipe.

The smoke conjured up a Locke and a Hannah, who began massaging her feet and back, even vying for her attention and wrestling with each other.

In short, it's her territory, she can do whatever she wants.

"Rebecca killed many people?"

Hannah looked at Locke with a serious expression.

“I don’t know that. I know nothing about her past. I only know that her soul is incomplete, only one-third remains. After she made a pact with me, she has never intentionally harmed anyone. I will restrict her actions, and she must obey my words.”

Locke said.

Hannah breathed a sigh of relief. She suddenly realized that the cat in the house that read the newspaper might not be an ordinary cat.

She recalled what Locke had said before, and her hair stood on end. She pointed tremblingly at the black cat, Eileen.

"It...she, is she Miss Rococo?"

Chapter 140, She is the Witch, Rococo!

Hannah recalled the various unusual events that had occurred before and stared in shock at the black cat before her.

Locke was taken aback. "How could you think she was Miss Rococo?" "Well, she is Miss Rococo."

"Yes, she is the witch, Rococo."

Locke decides to let Hannah know Eileen's other identity: the witch.

As long as her real name is concealed, there shouldn't be too much of a problem.

Hannah took a few deep breaths before she calmed down.

Eileen cooperated and transformed back to her original form, with long, flowing silver hair, delicate features, and elegant attire. She raised her haughty chin and said calmly...

“Locke is my servant, and you are lucky; you can be considered half my maid, by a large extent.”

"I'll explain this later, but in short, we live in a world full of weird things."

Locke grabbed Hannah's hand. "Do you remember the water pollution incident that caused 500 people to die in the West District? They all died from exhaustion while dancing in the square. Actually, they didn't keep dancing because of heavy metal poisoning, but because of the influence of the red dancing shoes. The red dancing shoes are also a strange object."

"Oh, and another thing, the reason you thought I was so handsome before, and even couldn't resist my charm, was because I wore a necklace that was tainted with the aura of a witch. Now that I've sold the necklace, isn't the situation much better? Look at me, I'm just ordinary again."

"Hmm, do you remember that editor-in-chief Lloyd who was sent to prison? His mistress was also a witch named Sheria. He was probably influenced by the witch, so his mind was full of filthy thoughts, which is why he drove so many poor girls to their deaths."

As Hannah listened to Locke's explanation, her mood grew even heavier.

Finally, she looked up and asked hesitantly,

"You mean there's a witch, a demon, living in our house now?"

"Yes, there will be more undead in the future, or more accurately, skeletons. They will be responsible for managing the manor."

Locke said with a smile.

Hannah fainted again.

"Perhaps you shouldn't say it all at once, but take it one step at a time; she'll be more receptive to it that way."

Eileen said calmly.

"It's better to have a short pain than a long one. Since I've decided to tell her, I might as well tell her everything at once."

Locke said.

When Hannah woke up again, Locke had already prepared a thoughtful dessert.

Hannah ate some dessert, lay down on the bed like a seriously ill patient, and asked weakly, "What time is it?"

"It's 2 a.m., Hannah, you should go to sleep."

"Locke, have you been by my side the whole time?"

Hannah grabbed Locke's hand.

"of course."

Locke nodded. "I will stay by your side as long as you need me."

“Locke, my dear brother, please forgive my outburst. I really find it hard to accept that demons and witches live under the same roof. I don’t know how you accept them, but I believe you must have your reasons. I will try to accept them slowly, but I need time to adapt.”

Hannah looked intently at Locke.

Locke gently patted Hannah's shoulder. "It's okay, I'll give you time. We won't move to the manor for now. We'll go there once you've fully accepted it. But the fact that I'm an oddball, and that there's a witch and a demon in the house, must be kept a secret."

"Yes, I won't tell anyone."

Hannah kept her mouth shut, indicating that she would keep the secret.

Locke was amused by her expression. "Hannah, goodnight."

He stood up, preparing to leave Hannah's room, when Hannah reached out and tugged at his sleeve. "Locke, have I become a burden to you?"

"No, Hannah, you can never be a burden to me, you are my family."

Locke said sincerely.

Hannah's eyes reddened slightly, and she nodded.

A peaceful night passed, and Locke and Hannah went to work.

Eileen sat on Locke's shoulders and accompanied him to the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations.

She had already realized that the ingredients she bought at home could never compare to those from the Bureau of Investigation. So, if she wanted to eat the ultimate delicious food, she still had to go to the Bureau of Investigation's kitchen with Locke and watch him cook. If she could also listen to him tell some strange stories that had never happened before while eating, it would enhance the deliciousness.

Hannah received the latest edition of the Tumen Times from the mailbox by the door. She must have been so affected by what happened last night that she forgot her habit of reading the newspaper this morning.

Locke shook his head, opened the newspaper, and read it as he walked.

The journey from his home to the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations was long enough for him to read the front page of a newspaper.

If you read quickly, you can skim through ten lines and finish a newspaper.

West End worker commits suicide; tens of thousands join workers' march to protest the new alchemy bill!

Riots erupt in the West End; dozens of horse-drawn carriages attacked!