Becoming a god by raising witches

Irene Mostia must have hidden herself through some secret means; she is definitely not dead.

Otherwise, that part of the soul should have returned long ago.

Katerina thought to herself as she looked at Julie Townsend, one of the Three Knights.

Julie.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Have you found Eileen Mostia's whereabouts?"

Julie Townsend shook her head.

"Not yet. Are you overthinking it? We used B131. She couldn't possibly still be alive."

The B31 anomaly, also known as the Death List, is a place where anyone whose name is written on it dies instantly. It originated from the once-glorious Time Church hundreds of years ago, but was later labeled a cult and destroyed by the Life Cult and the Light Cult in alliance.

The Alchemists have conducted several experiments with it, proving that anyone who writes it on will die immediately. The only drawback is that repeated use will bring bad luck and danger.

“Julie Townsend, watch your language. How could Her Majesty the Queen be mistaken?”

Head maid Mora Macmillan sternly questions Julie Townsend.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault. I shouldn't have made excuses for my negligence."

Julie Townsend said, looking down.

"Search carefully, don't overlook any possible clues. If we don't have enough manpower, issue a bounty and let the sheriffs and bounty hunters search together. Don't take any chances."

"That's what head maid Mora Macmillan said."

"Yes, head maid."

Julie Townsend said.

Katerina continued observing in the lab for a while, then saw a writhing mass of flesh and blood. Curious, she looked at researcher Igor West and asked, "What is this?"

"The flesh bomb needs to be fused with the experimental subject to gain the power of flesh and blood."

Igor West said with a sinister expression, "If successful, it will create the perfect humanoid weapon that will be a nightmare wherever it goes."

“Mr. Igor, it’s fortunate that you’re in Tumen. If you were in Edenburg, you would be a formidable enemy to me.”

Katerina said calmly.

"It is also an honor to serve Her Majesty the Queen, and His Holiness the Pope sends his greetings."

Beneath Igor West's white hood, a wrinkled face revealed a chilling smile, along with his ever-fanatical expression.

In his view, Katerina was also his experiment, his most successful, outstanding, and perfect experiment.

"Please allow me to extend my greetings to His Holiness the Pope."

Katerina said politely, then turned and left.

The laboratory smelled suffocating, and even Katerina didn't want to stay any longer.

Four witches followed closely behind.

The Black Rose organization is now down to just the four of them. The other witches have been sent out, and some have gone out of control, like the Forest Witch.

The reason why the four of them were so devoted to Katerina was because they, like Renis, were deeply in love with her.

Witches are easily attracted to each other, such as the weather witch Antonia Madeline Megadalena and the necromancer Finnie Salles. Witches tend to believe more in love with other witches because they generally look down on ordinary people and their values ​​are different from others.

It's as if ordinary people in their eyes are all gray and white, while only witches have color.

Most of the noble girls currently imprisoned and tortured will soon become witches devoted to Katerina.

Therefore, a man like Locke, who exudes the aura of a witch, is unique to them.

Even Katerina would occasionally think of Locke.

When Katerina returned to her bedchamber, she suddenly asked,

"What has Locke Bemon been up to lately?"

"He should be on vacation, but it seems like Rene has arranged a lot of things for him."

"That's what head maid Mora Macmillan said."

"Oh? Renis is deliberately making things difficult for him?"

Katerina asked.

"No, Rhaenys didn't deliberately make things difficult for him; in fact, she valued him highly. Besides being an investigator, he's also a cook. It's said that he makes all of Rhaenys's food, and she relies on him a lot."

Head maid Mora Macmillan paused, then added, "They're already in that kind of relationship."

Head maid Mora Macmillan had always considered Rhaenys a rival in love, and she would never be vague when she could give a detailed report, especially since this was a report from her informant planted in the Bureau of Investigation.

"What kind of relationship?"

The clever Katerina didn't react for a moment.

Because she always knew what Renis was thinking.

"The two slept together, and not just once; they've been together almost every night lately."

"That's what head maid Mora Macmillan said without any hesitation."

Katerina paused slightly, looking at the head maid, Mora Macmillan, "Really?"

"real."

Head maid Mora Macmillan nodded emphatically; she was so happy when she heard the news that she couldn't sleep all night.

Renis, you're out!

Of course, she didn't mention that it was a clone of Renis.

Why should I explain this for her?

"It seems that Locke Bemon is indeed a very special person."

Katerina narrowed her beautiful eyes. "I want to see him tomorrow."

"Are you meeting with Renis?"

"Mora McMillan asked."

Katerina shook her head. "No, I want to see you alone."

Whom should we see first?

"Rock Bemon".

Katerina said.

This surprised Mora McMillan greatly.

She was surprised, but also delighted.

The thought of Renis being eliminated resurfaced in his mind.

Sure enough, Her Majesty the Queen has begun to dislike her.

This hypocritical woman, who promised to be loyal and devoted to Her Majesty the Queen, ended up sleeping with someone else and deserves to be neglected.

"I'll make arrangements right away."

Moira Macmillan left Her Majesty's bedchamber with great emotion.

Half an hour later, Mora McMillan appeared at No. 11, Peggs.

As dusk deepened, the luxurious carriage was illuminated by lights, and the elegantly dressed and dignified head maid, Maura Macmillan, stepped down from the carriage.

She didn't know why, even though such a small matter could have been handled by a lower-ranking person, she inexplicably decided to come see Locke herself.

"Master, someone has arrived. It's the young witch."

The voice of the Weather Witch Antonia Madeline Megdalena rang in my ears.

Locke opened his eyes. Because Antonia was in a gaseous state, he couldn't see her, but he could sense that she was right next to him.

He walked to the window in his slippers and saw a luxurious six-horse carriage.

This type of carriage was only used by royalty and nobility. Locke guessed that it was the personal carriage of Her Majesty the Queen's head maid, Maura Macmillan, because the carriage bore the Macmillan family crest.

The Macmillan family was also an old noble family in the Tumen Empire, but they had long since sided with Her Majesty the Queen and had never made any remarks that were detrimental to her.

Locke immediately put on his clothes and went downstairs to greet him.

Although Mora Macmillan was only Her Majesty's head maid, her actual status was higher than that of Rhaenys.

She was Katerina's chief of staff, much like a grand eunuch by the emperor's side. Although she held no official position, she was only one step away from wielding immense power.

Locke didn't want to offend her, even though he now had two demigod-level bodyguards, he couldn't afford to be caught off guard.

When Locke opened the door, Mora McMillan was already at the doorway.

"It's so late, Locke Bemon, you're still awake?"

"Mora McMillan asked, slightly surprised."

"I was having trouble sleeping, and I saw your ceremonial robes from outside the window."

Locke said politely, and looking at Mora Macmillan's outstretched hand, he knelt down on one knee and kissed her hand.