Becoming a god by raising witches

Meanwhile, the real Locke beside Hannah, a girl with extraordinary beauty and a perfect figure, who was completely naked, nervously said...

"Hannah, let me explain."

Hannah, suppressing her urge to lash out at "Locke," quickly wrapped the blanket around the girl and walked to the door.

"Locke, you'd better explain to me clearly why you brought this beautiful young woman home!"

After she finished speaking, she slammed the door shut, expressing her anger.

Then, she walked to the wardrobe, found a set of clothes that belonged to her, and handed them to the "girl" on the bed.

"Put it on quickly."

Hannah tilted her head, blushing slightly even though she was a woman herself.

After all, Hannah had never seen such a beautiful girl or such a voluptuous figure in her entire life.

Locke looked at Hannah's dark green dress and swallowed hard.

Why do I have to face the embarrassment of wearing women's clothing?

But considering it was winter and going out without clothes would likely result in freezing to death, and given that Locke's body belonged to the witch Irene, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and pick up Hannah's dress.

Locke thought that this kind of jumpsuit was just something you could put on and that would be it.

As a result, he got stuck halfway through putting it on.

Hannah had no choice but to help this clumsy "girl".

Untie the dress's straps and help him put it on.

To Hannah's surprise, even after the straps were untied, she still couldn't get the skirt down.

Hannah blushed with embarrassment; she never expected that a girl who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old would have such a better figure than her.

It was precisely because her breasts were so large that she couldn't wear the skirt properly.

Hannah ran to the closet again, found her mother's old dress, and gave it to the "girl," who reluctantly put it on.

Still feeling a bit uncomfortable from being constricted in the front, Locke felt that Eileen's dress needed to be custom-made.

Because her bust is too wide, her waist is too slender, and her hips are quite full.

Such a figure is simply unfair; it defies all logic.

Hannah frowned as she thought this.

Locke suspected that Eileen was a runaway noblewoman who had been abducted to his home.

After all, her skin was really good, her hair was soft and strong, and her hands had no calluses, proving that she was used to a life of luxury.

"What's your name?"

Chapter 36, "We are Master and Servant"

“My name is Locke… Rocco.”

Locke said.

"Roco, what are you doing here? Did Locke bring you back?"

Hannah stood with her hands on her hips, looking at the "girl" dressed in ill-fitting clothes with the air of a parent.

Locke shook his head, then nodded.

In order to salvage his image, he had to fabricate lies again.

"Lock saved me. Locke is such a kind person. If it weren't for Locke, I would have been in big trouble. Those thugs stole my clothes. I'm sorry, Sister Hannah, for causing trouble for you and Locke. Maybe I should leave."

Locke, with tears streaming down his face, was certain that his tactic had an 80% chance of success, given Hannah's strong sense of justice and compassion.

To his surprise, Hannah didn't try to stop him; instead, she nodded.

“You really should go. You must go back. I’ll have Locke take you home.”

Seeing that the "girl" was unwilling to reveal her family name, Hannah stopped asking and only wanted her younger brother Locke to send her back as soon as possible.

How many people will lose their jobs if such a noblewoman goes missing?

Hannah once interviewed an unemployed woman who had been fired because her employer's daughter went missing, and who lived a very miserable life in her later years.

Locke opened his mouth wide, wanting to say something, but Hannah led him out of the room.

Hannah looked seriously at "Locke," who sat on the sofa with an elegant yet languid posture.

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but I always feel that "Locke" has gained a kind of noble air about him.

Hannah frowned, took out her thick coat, and draped it over "girl" Locke.

"Locke, take Miss Rocco back, or she shouldn't come home."

Although she was trying to shoo people away, this was the only coat she had to keep warm in winter, and she was afraid that the "girl" would get frostbite from the winter temperature, so she put it on the "girl" without hesitation.

Locke took off his coat, still hoping to get his way.

"Sister Hannah, please don't send me away. I can do many things. I can cook and clean."

Hannah didn't believe the "girl's" story at all.

Such delicate hands, how could they have done housework and cooking?

“Locke, you can’t let Miss Rocco’s family worry. Send her back now, immediately.”

Hannah’s eyes held an unquestionable authority.

Eileen yawned on the sofa and looked at Locke. "What are you waiting for? Do you want me to kick you out too? Go to the kitchen and prove your worth."

Locke realized that it was all Eileen's doing.

She knew a cat couldn't cook, so she transformed herself into her likeness.

How awful! Absolutely awful!

Locke turned and went into the kitchen.

Hannah stared wide-eyed at her brother in disbelief. He was treating the runaway heiress like a servant!

Is this really appropriate?

"Locke, how could you do this?"

Hannah stomped her foot in anger.

"Don't just stand there like an idiot, come over and give me a shoulder massage."

In Eileen's view, a servant's older sister is roughly equivalent to a maid.

So, it's perfectly fine to have a maid massage your shoulders.

Although Hannah was very angry, she always felt that her younger brother was just being affectionate, and he used to massage her shoulders often.

She walked over to Eileen, reached out her hand, and began massaging her shoulders with mixed feelings.

“Locke, we can’t take advantage of her. I know you’re at the age where you’re ready to fall in love, but a woman of Miss Locke’s status is really not suitable for you.”

Although Hannah wasn't old-fashioned and insisted on marrying someone of equal social standing, she knew that the gap between social classes wasn't easy to bridge and didn't want Locke to do something he would regret.

Eileen said calmly,

"We're not in the kind of relationship you're thinking of."

Hannah breathed a sigh of relief when she heard Locke say that.

Eileen continued,

"We are master and servant."

Hannah clutched her throbbing temples and began searching the house for a broom.

Since her parents left, Hannah has taken on the responsibility of raising her younger brother, not only to raise him but also to teach him how to be an upright and kind person.

As a result, Locke not only took advantage of their vulnerability, but also abducted a noble lady to be his maid!

Eileen was slightly displeased when she noticed Hannah's overly emotional state.

What's up with this "maid"? How dare she show anger towards me? Oh, wait, I'm in the body of a lowly servant right now, so it's alright.

Eileen lay down on the sofa and pointed to her calf.

"Give my legs a massage too."

Hannah's soul turned even redder, signifying that she was like a volcano about to erupt.

Just as she was about to explode, a rich aroma wafted from the kitchen.

Locke had already prepared breakfast and put it on the table: three bowls of fragrant mutton offal noodles.

The offal was purchased from Uncle Sam's butcher shop at the lowest price, and Uncle Sam also generously provided cleaned lamb bones.

Hannah looked at the beautiful "girl" in surprise, never expecting that she had even learned to cook Locke's strange dishes.

How long have they been together? That dishonest Locke didn't reveal a single thing to me before! He even lied to me about our master-servant relationship!

Hannah felt a surge of anger rising within her again, and glared fiercely at Eileen, who was sitting on the sofa.

Eileen dismissed it as a "maid's" whim, elegantly tossed her short hair, stood up, sat down at the table, and picked up a fork.