Becoming a god by raising witches

The countless questions made Locke's scalp tingle. He tried his best to imagine them as the complete Eileen, and asked them...

"Xiao Ai, when will you recover?"

"I don't know, maybe a day, maybe a week, maybe a month, or even a few months."

Countless Eileens answered at the same time.

"Okay, you'll scare people if you go out like this. You'd better stay in your room until you recover."

Locke suggested.

"Of course, I'll stay here and not go anywhere."

The chunks of flesh in the air transformed into tiny Erin, some only the size of a thumb, others the size of a fist.

They all climbed onto Locke without prior arrangement, as if climbing Mount Everest, and some even fell to the ground, shattering into two Eileens.

This scene is a bit funny.

"Are you okay?"

Locke bent down, picked up the two little Erin from the ground, and placed them in his palm.

"It's alright, thank you, Locke. It's just that your face has suddenly become very big, and I'm a little unaccustomed to it."

Eileen's voice had also become more childlike, which Locke found quite amazing.

"Yes, can you become like me?"

Both Eileen asked the same question at the same time.

Locke took Eileen, who was pulling his hair, off the sofa and shook his head. "I'm afraid that won't work."

After saying goodbye to all the little Ais, Locke left the room.

Then he discovered there was another one in his pocket.

"Don't mind me, I'm Sheria, we've met before."

Eileen, who called herself Sheryl, winked at Locke.

Locke immediately took her back to her room and closed the door.

The main concern was that Eileen would be missing a part of her body when she recovered; it was definitely not because she found them noisy.

……

Katerina Castle in the Queen's Quarter of Kosork.

Katerina listened angrily to the report from the witch of the Black Rose organization and stood up from her throne.

“Bronya Peters betrayed me.”

"Yes, it was Lady Bronya. She killed our comrade, and she's in a somewhat..."

The witch Ina, who was giving her report, hesitated before speaking.

"explain."

Katerina's eyes were cold.

Is it out of control?

"Head Maid Mora Macmillan asked, in her opinion, Bronya Peters was absolutely loyal to Katerina. If she hadn't lost control, how could she have betrayed Her Majesty the Queen and killed so many of her witch companions?"

Ina shook her head. "It's not out of control. Her consciousness is very clear. It's an abnormal physical condition. She doesn't seem to feel any pain. Her state is like that of a ghost."

"Undead?"

Katerina and Mora McMillan both recalled the torrential rain.

He thought of the unusual weather, of the weather witch Antonia who might be resurrected, and of the demigod-level necromancer.

"Bronya Peters didn't bring Locke Bemon back. Instead, she attacked the Black Rose organization. It must be because she encountered a demigod-level necromancer while on a mission. That necromancer used Antonia's power to kill Bronya Peters, turning her into his undead knight and ordering her to kill her witch companions."

Moira McMillan voiced her speculation.

This is the most plausible explanation so far.

Katerina nodded slightly. "It seems that the demigod-level necromancer is after me."

“Your Majesty, I just saw this at the palace gate.”

The witch Sharon Bergman hurried over, holding a letter in her hand.

The letter was addressed to Katerina.

Sharon Bergman opened the envelope and respectfully handed the letter to Her Majesty the Queen.

Katerina frowned slightly.

[Queen Katerina, the Church of Knowledge greets you. Tomorrow morning at 8:00 AM, an alchemical chapel will explode, casting a shadow of death over the entire city. This is the price you pay for stealing knowledge. You, who support a group of plagiarists, deserve punishment.]

Katerina handed the letter to the head maid, Mora Macmillan, and said, “Notify the church to find these lunatics.”

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Mora Macmillan bowed his head, took the letter, and left the hall.

Looking at Ina, who was still kneeling on the ground, Sharon Bergman asked, "Ina, how many of our comrades have we lost?"

"20 witches."

Ina said with her head down, "Most importantly, she also took the Witch's Heart."

Katerina let out a long breath.

"Is it Irene Mostia? Has she finally shown up?"

Queen Katerina has always believed that the artificial witch Irene Mostia, created using cells from her own soul, is still alive.

She just never expected that Eileen Mostia would get involved with a despicable necromancer.

“Eileen Mostia, I never imagined you would abandon your pride and, like a rat hiding in the dark sewers, associate with necromancers who reek of decay. It’s quite a surprise to me.”

Katerina muttered to herself as she picked up a glass of wine.

Igor West, a scholar from the alchemy sect, stood beside her and asked with a smile, "Do you need to accelerate the creation of the third batch of witches? Doing so might increase their suffering and the probability of them going out of control."

"Just proceed according to the original plan. Neither the madmen of the Knowledge Cult, nor Eileen Mostia, nor that demigod necromancer can stop my plan."

Katerina's anger was replaced by joy.

She had been searching for Eileen Mostia for a long time, and finally she had a lead.

She wouldn't care at all if she could become whole again, even if it meant losing 20 witch hearts.

Moreover, if Eileen Mostia were to consume those witch hearts, it would also benefit her. When she merges with her clone, she would automatically gain those powers, which would be equivalent to having them devoured by herself in advance.

"Your Majesty, what should we do about Locke Bemon?"

Julie Townsend asked.

"I don't have time to deal with him right now. Tell Renis to keep an eye on her people. If he shows any abnormality or gets close to any witch around me, execute him on the spot."

Katerina said in a cold tone.

Although she has normal sexual desires, she occasionally loses her composure and feels a flutter in her heart when she sees Rock Bemon.

But this slight attraction was insignificant compared to her great cause.

Anyone who stands in her way will only become a stepping stone.

Julie Townsend nodded, instructing a servant to convey the Queen's decree.

……

The next day, the warm sun rose again.

The soft sunlight gently caresses Kosalk's towering churches and bell towers.

White doves lazily flew in the sky, eventually landing on the square and poking at the breadcrumbs on the ground.

The girl and boy were playing and frolicking while feeding the pigeons until the pigeons were scared away by a tall man in a sheriff's uniform.

Sieg hurried to work at the Bureau of Investigation because his recent expenses had made him abandon the idea of ​​taking a carriage.

At the intersection, he met Robson, who was no longer lost, and the two greeted each other.

"Good morning, Senior Sieg."

"Robson, good morning, have you seen Locke?"

No, have you seen Angela?

"nor."

"Let's go, maybe they're all in the Bureau of Investigation."

The two walked into the Bureau of Investigation and found Boyd, who always had a long face.

"Boyd, have you seen Locke?"

Sieg asked again, saying he had heard from a friend who was a guard on duty at the palace that Locke seemed to have angered Her Majesty the Queen, and was worried that he would never see his colleague again.

"I didn't see him. I think he's probably still in the director's bed. He comes over every night during his leave."

"I've been staying in the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations library," said Boyd.