Becoming a god by raising witches

"Didn't you say you could do anything? You can't even do something as simple as having a child?"

"Damn it! You damned Locke Bemon, stop right there!"

Holding her pregnant belly, Rebecca chased Locke out of the attic, determined to make him feel her rage.

Unfortunately, just as she grabbed Locke by the neck, Antonia appeared.

She glanced coldly at the pregnant demon. "How do you want to die?"

Rebecca immediately crawled into the pipe, fell into a state of self-isolation again, and successfully gave birth to a ball of flesh.

A fleshy ball, yes, it is a fleshy ball.

Rebecca clutched her head, roaring in agony, "Ah—I, the mighty demon, have given birth! And given birth to a ball of flesh!!! A ball of flesh!!! It's a ball of flesh!!!"

She kicked the ball of flesh, but because the ball of flesh was inanimate, it felt no pain and let her throw and smash it around as she pleased.

The crazed Rebecca has completely lost her maternal instincts; she has become a brutal sadist.

Because this is her and Locke's first, no, second child!

Even though they did nothing.

But if Locke touches her with his finger, she will get pregnant.

Because Rebecca went mad in the devil's pipe, Locke missed a good show.

He was lying in bed, preparing to fall asleep peacefully, when he suddenly noticed a pigeon flying onto his windowsill.

Pigeons from the Bureau of Extraordinary Investigations?

It was Director Rhine who killed her own clone.

Is she planning to go there herself and kill him again?

Locke walked nervously to the window and tentatively asked,

"The bureau chief wanted to see me?"

"Lady Renis reminds you not to forget the task force meeting tomorrow."

Locke then realized that he should have met with the task force today, but he was delayed because of the Holman town incident.

"Please tell Lady Renis that I will not forget."

Locke decided to write a report, explaining what had happened in Holman, and also to report the priest of that church and the mayor of Holman, making them responsible for the dead tourists. He was sure he would also receive corresponding merit.

The pigeon flapped its wings and flew away.

Locke only began writing the report after he was certain that it had completely left.

The details included a mediocre necromancer, the wanted criminal Borg who lured students to be sacrifices, and the priest of the Church of Life colluding with the mayor of Holman to deliberately keep Holman's spirit alive, resulting in the deaths of many people. Of course, the matter of Finnie Sares did not need to be reported.

"Finally finished writing."

Locke stretched, folded the report neatly, and placed it beside his pillow, intending to submit it as soon as his vacation ended.

He lay back down on his small bed, closed his eyes, and prepared to get a good night's sleep.

Suddenly, a plaintive voice rang in my ears.

"Rock Bemon, let's make peace?"

First, lower their guard and gain their trust, then betray them ruthlessly! Make them suffer unbearable pain.

Rebecca thought to herself.

This was the result of her painful reflection.

Oh? So you wanted to become a rogue ninja?

Locke looked at the exhausted Rebecca and figured she must have gone crazy enough in the world of pipes.

"What reconciliation? Haven't we always had a good relationship? Aren't you my most loyal servant?"

Locke asked.

"Of course, I am your most loyal servant."

'That damned Locke Bemon, is he deliberately playing dumb?'

"But great master, what can I do to make you happy?"

Rebecca changed her tone and asked.

Locke looked at her. "Is it because you had a second child that you want to please me? You really don't need to thank me. If you want, I can help you get pregnant with a third or fourth child. By the way, have you named the children yet?"

Upon hearing Locke's words, Rebecca's blood pressure spiked instantly, and black smoke began to billow from her head.

Overwhelmed by her emotions, she hid in her pipe again and declared that she would never come out again.

"Locke! You just wait, I'll never listen to you again! You've lost your most loyal partner!"

"hehe."

Locke chuckled coldly, finally finding some peace and quiet.

He can sleep peacefully now.

In the latter half of the night, it started to drizzle in Kosalk.

Queens District.

The raindrops, like fine needles, inexplicably wove a hazy picture.

Katerina Castle stood tall in the rain, its gray stone walls appearing even more somber under the downpour.

Raindrops fell on the ancient tiled eaves, making a dull pattering sound, like the sands of time flowing slowly in the silence.

The castle's spires appeared and disappeared in the rain, like arrow towers guarding the dark clouds.

The Kosol River, bordering the castle, shimmered in the rain, with waterbirds occasionally skimming across its surface, creating ripples.

This 500-year-old castle was renamed Katerina Castle by the previous king 15 years ago because the king was very fond of his eldest daughter Katerina and believed that she would be the next queen.

In the garden, a light rain caressed the flowers, leaving them shrouded in a misty haze. On the paths among the flowers, the stone slabs became slippery from the rain, and moss grew freely in the cracks, like the marks of time.

Deep within the ancient castle, lights shone brightly.

The sheer curtains hanging on the window appeared even softer and more mysterious under the reflection of the rain.

Her Majesty's head maid, Maura Macmillan, carrying a lantern, walked through the long corridor into the depths of the castle, into Katerina's bedroom.

The bedroom is luxurious and vintage, with white marble from floor to ceiling, which makes the whole space appear exceptionally bright and opulent.

In the very center of the room was a huge emerald green bed, above which hung an agate-colored curtain embroidered with the Queen’s family crest.

Two ornate cabinets, carved with delicate patterns, stood beside the bed, containing many pieces of jewelry and beautiful long dresses.

Near the bed was a large, exquisite wall with a magnificent mirror framed in gold and adorned with jewels. Beside the mirror stood a refined dressing table, upon which rested a set of silver makeup tools, beautiful jewelry, and numerous useful jars.

In the corner of the room hung a portrait of Her Majesty the Queen. In the painting, the Queen wore magnificent jewels and an elegant gown, her gaze radiating confidence and determination. On the opposite wall hung a large map, marking domestic and international territories, serving as a reminder to the Queen of the importance of land planning and occupation.

The only window in the entire room was hanging beside the bed, with rose-red curtains. Looking out the window, one could see a vast grassland and a shimmering river.

Several potted green plants were placed on the windowsill, adding a touch of vitality and freshness.

Katerina stood by the window, quietly watching the rain through the greenery.

The light drizzle gradually turned into a torrential downpour, and her beautiful face remained expressionless until the maid, Mora Macmillan, entered the room.

"Your Majesty, Lady Renis wishes to speak with you privately about the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations' latest discoveries."

"Mora McMillan said."

"Tell her that I can write it down and give it to you; I don't have time to see her right now."

Katerina said.

"She said it was about intellectual sects."

Mora McMillan continued.

Katerina turned around and glanced at Mora McMillan. "The Knowledge Cult? What are those lunatics up to now? Tell her to come see me tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll obey your will."

"That's what Mora McMillan replied."

Subsequently, the three knights, Julie Townsend, Bronya Peters, and Sharon Bergman, also appeared in Katerina's bedroom.

Katerina turned around, and Mora McMillan draped a mink cloak over her shoulders. She then left the bedroom with the others.

The four of them walked through the castle's long corridors and followed the spiral staircase all the way down to the hidden floor at the very bottom of the castle.

The light grew dimmer and dimmer until they reached the depths of the earth where it was pitch black.

Mora McMillan turned on the wall lamp.

A row of wall lamps engraved with alchemical runes illuminated the underground world as if it were daytime.

This place was originally the castle's dungeon, but after being renovated, it became the queen's secret laboratory.

The laboratory has countless rooms, imprisoning many girls of noble blood, but Kosork rarely reports cases of noble girls going missing, because someone has already taken their place and is living their lives in their place.

Instead, the children who lived in their place were orphans raised by Katerina.

Simply by changing their appearance, they can live the life of noble ladies.