Becoming a god by raising witches

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.

Moira Macmillan said with a smile,

"Her Majesty the Queen wants to see you tomorrow. May you enter the palace at 6 a.m.?"

"can."

In a situation like this, there are probably no impossible options, right?

"Your Excellency Mora, may I ask why Her Majesty the Queen suddenly wants to see me?"

Locke asked tentatively.

Moira Macmillan maintained her smile. "I don't know the specifics, but I think it might be related to Renis."

Locke's schedule for today has been set.

I went to Katerina Palace at 6 a.m. to pay my respects to Her Majesty the Queen.

Then report to the special task force established specifically to investigate the Knowledge Cult, meet with the team members, and arrange the investigation plan.

If there's time, we also need to continue investigating the non-existent necromancer and find out where those stolen strange items went.

Of course, the most important thing is to find information, catch witches, and replenish Eileen's Witch Stones.

Since he had recently been entrusted with an important task by Renis, Locke believed that entering the archives to search for information should not be too difficult. Given Renis's lazy nature, she might actually have accumulated some real cases about witches that she hadn't dealt with.

This was completely different from the old case files she had tested herself with before.

Before the bells of the Kossork Cathedral of Life rang, Locke got up, dressed in his best suit, put on his top hat, grabbed his umbrella and pocket watch, and prepared to go out.

Angela, who was staying at the hotel, also got up very early because she was worried about Dimo's whereabouts.

Wearing pajamas with several colorful butterflies fluttering above her head, Angela rubbed her eyes and asked in a muffled tone,

"Locke, what are you doing out so early?"

"Her Majesty the Queen summons me. Could you please check if I have done anything improper?"

Locke turned around and asked Angela for advice on his demeanor.

"A bow tie would make it look more formal."

Angela said casually.

"Well, it's a pity I didn't buy that kind of thing. Oh well, I can't be any more charming than this. What if Her Majesty the Queen were to fall for me?"

Locke said in a very serious tone.

"Remember to come find me when you come back, and we'll discuss Dimo's matter."

Angela said listlessly, then turned and went back to her room.

She shared a room with Hannah, who was still asleep, perhaps because she had stayed up too late in the study last night researching.

"Do you want to come along?"

Locke invited Eileen.

Eileen shook her head; she didn't want to see Katerina's familiar face.

"Ok."

Locke also felt that bringing Eileen along seemed a bit disrespectful to Katerina.

So Locke boarded a carriage and set off alone.

Fifty minutes later, Locke arrived at the palace without incident and met Queen Katerina, a young woman dressed in a gorgeous gown and with a stunning appearance, at exactly 6 o'clock.

Katerina sat on the throne, wearing a crown and holding a scepter, radiant like a goddess.

But Locke still preferred Eileen, because he felt more power struggles and oppression from Katerina.

Beneath her perfect exterior lay a burgeoning ambition and an iron fist; even though the people were being fooled, Locke remained perfectly clear-headed.

The best approach when facing a queen like this is to keep a low profile, play it safe, and develop your strength discreetly.

"Your Majesty the Queen."

Locke looked at Katerina's outstretched hand and politely kissed it, saying, "Your beauty shines as brightly as the sun and moon."

Katerina gazed at him intently with her pale blue eyes, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Thank you for your compliment, Locke Bemon. I've heard some interesting rumors."

"Oh? What rumor is it?"

If they need to summon me to the palace, it must be to discuss some gossip about me, right?

Could it be that Her Majesty the Queen has found out about my affair with Rhaenys?

Logically, Rhaenys should have kept it a secret, and she would most likely have blamed it all on the clone, refusing to admit it herself.

Locke was lost in thought when Katerina continued.

"I heard that you had an illness three years ago, and after you woke up, your personality changed drastically, as if you were a completely different person."

You're investigating me?

Locke, still wearing a warm smile, spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Anyone's personality changes after experiencing death. You can't imagine what I went through. I was tormented by illness for a long time, but when I was in despair, I was miraculously cured. I think it must have been the goddess's blessing."

"I heard that you've become obsessed with finding the witch ever since."

Katerina spoke slowly.

"Those are all slanders. I just like young and beautiful women. Everyone is impetuous and ignorant when they are young. I am mature now."

Locke said seriously.

So why did you call me here? Do you doubt that I am the real Locke Bemon?

Locke muttered to himself silently.

'The familiar aura emanating from her, coupled with her strange attraction, my motive to find the witch, and Rhaenys's unusual behavior—all of this indicates that the person I've been searching for is actually right under my nose.'

Wait, who are you looking for? Who is the person you've been looking for? Be clear.

Locke, having overheard Katerina's thoughts, asked a question.

"Didn't you join the Bureau of Exorcism to make it easier to find witches?"

Katerina asked.

"of course not."

Locke was telling the truth this time; he joined the Bureau of Investigation because he needed to make a living.