Becoming a god by raising witches

"The brightest stars of the entire party are gathered because of you, Locke, I really envy you."

Sieg said with a smile, then bowed respectfully to Princess Frida.

Lucy and the others also lifted their skirts to salute Princess Frida. Women's etiquette differs from men's, and since they held titles, they were not required to kneel.

In fact, Lucy belongs to the new nobility; her father, a grain tycoon, was awarded the rank of earl a year ago.

Locke followed suit and performed the same half-kneeling salute as Sieg.

Princess Frida saw Locke's expression and reached out her hand.

Only after Sieg's prompting did Locke take Princess Frida's hand, and gently press his lips against the back of her pale fingers.

Frida withdrew her hand with satisfaction, still holding her head high.

Renis smiled at Locke.

"I'm handing Princess Frida over to you. You two talk."

Locke felt that the chief had brought the spoiled princess to him because he didn't want to deal with her.

"Since Her Highness has something to discuss with Locke, let's go dance first."

Judith suggested, and took Lucy's hand as they entered the dance floor.

Lucy wanted to say something more to Locke, but Judith stopped her.

"Never mess with Princess Frida. Can't you tell she's interested in Locke?"

"But."

Lucy turned to look at Locke with concern, and Judith whispered in her ear.

"Don't worry, no one can tolerate Princess Frida's temper. Locke will eventually come back to you. You are one of the most perfect marriage partners in the eyes of all the men in Kosork."

Lucy blushed slightly. "Locke and I aren't in that kind of relationship."

"Don't you want to?"

"Judith asked."

Lucy's cheeks flushed even more. "Of course, we're just friends, Judith. You'll never get married if you keep going like this."

"Little Lucy, don't worry about me. My aunt is already looking for a suitable fiancé for me. He must accept my love of going to balls."

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[Acuity of hearing +1]

Sieg successfully led Lady Malvina into the dance floor, and the other ladies also bid farewell to the princess and Locke.

Rhaenys, however, kept her achievements hidden and turned to negotiate with the church.

Locke discovered that Rhaenys's true form and the church had no conflict and got along well; she was chatting with a bishop in a robe.

The bishop had a handsome white beard and deep blue eyes, and looked to be at least 50 years old.

For some reason, even with his keen hearing, Locke couldn't make out what they were saying.

This distance is clearly within 100 meters.

Could it be that they used some kind of eavesdropping shield?

Locke felt that Renis was becoming more and more mysterious.

“I came here because I heard from Renis that you would help me find my Suad.”

"Her haughty princess Frida said."

"Your Highness, please rest assured, I will do everything in my power to find Suyad."

Locke thought that if he couldn't find it, he would have to make do with Jerry and let him impersonate Suyad for a while. Once he received his merit, he could let Jerry find his way home on his own.

"If you can't find it, you'll kneel on the ground and be my dog ​​for a month."

Frida liked Locke's appearance and thought it would be interesting to see someone like him crawling on his knees in front of her.

Locke broke out in a cold sweat; his colleagues at the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations had actually guessed it.

His lips twitched slightly, forcing out an awkward but polite smile. "The Sixth Police Division is at your service at any time."

"Don't think you can get away with this by saying that. I mean a dog that's on a leash and lying down in front of me."

A sly glint flashed in Frida's eyes; Locke had seen that same expression in Eileen.

In that case, both Princess Frida and Irene have silver hair, a hair color rarely seen in Kosork.

Could it be that Eileen is also a former member of the royal family?

Locke's mind wandered, and he felt that this princess at least bore a resemblance to Eileen.

If it were Seager, he would probably say with great honor, "I would prefer to be in the bedroom, but of course, I wouldn't mind if it were in the back garden."

But Locke couldn't bring himself to say such a thing.

Yeah, he has a sense of shame.

Unless the esteemed Princess Frida would wear a maid's uniform.

“I believe Suyad would not want anyone to take its place. While you were having this thought, it must have already started rushing toward the palace, eager to rush to your feet.”

Locke said calmly.

Princess Frida nodded slightly. "Alright, I'll give you two days to find the impatient Suad, or you can take his place. Don't worry, I'm always kind to my own dogs."

"Hehe. Okay."

Locke laughed awkwardly.

Princess Frida turned away haughtily, leaving Locke with only her back view.

She didn't like wasting her breath on insignificant people, and in her eyes, Locke was just someone whose appearance was pleasing to the eye.

He had neither a noble title nor any outstanding achievements.

Princess Frida did not linger at the ball. She hated the men who fawned over her, all of whom wanted to become her prince and use her to climb the social ladder in order to get close to her high-ranking sister.

In fact, Queen Katerina was not her mother, but her elder sister.

The previous king had no sons, only four daughters.

Two of them died young, leaving only Katerina and Frida.

Frida, spoiled by her sister, is lawless and often gets into big trouble.

Once, because he disliked a minister's beard, he directly cut it off with scissors, causing the minister to suffer from depression.

Locke watched the princess's retreating figure and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"What did the princess just say to you?"

A well-dressed blond man walked over, his eyes filled with jealousy.

“I heard it, the princess made him her dog.”

Another man with a hooked nose said, raising his glass of red wine.

Locke, who hadn't originally planned to talk to the red-eyed dogs, had no choice but to respond to them.

"Actually, I'm an investigator who took on the princess's case to find her a dog. You misunderstood."

"Stop making excuses, I heard you clearly. You're such an enviable guy. I want to be the princess's dog too."

The blond man said it without any hesitation.

Locke smelled a complex scent on him, a mixture of various perfumes and heather. Could this man have just been gazing at the princess's back...?

Seeing his weak and feeble appearance, Locke was certain of his guess.

The lewd pervert introduced himself, seemingly hoping to gain access to the princess's dog by getting to know Locke.

“I am Jamaco Batti, the second son of Viscount Batti. And you, the lucky one?”

89. The Expression of Honesty

The blond-haired, blue-eyed, sunken-eyed, and fair-skinned man before them was Jamaco Batti, the second son of Viscount Batti, while the hook-nosed man holding a glass of red wine was the second son of Baron Ryan Keyes.

Both were spendthrift sons of old nobles who had no right to inherit titles but were entitled to a share of the family fortune. They spent their days either at various balls or at the Rose Theater.

Their bodies had long been hollowed out by contraband and women; their gait was unsteady and their eyes were unfocused.

Locke didn't want to have much interaction with these two spendthrift sons who wanted to be the princess's lackeys, but he couldn't completely ignore them either, as that would be impolite.

"I am an investigator from the Sixth Sheriff's Division."

Locke didn't reveal his name, not wanting them to remember him, and made an excuse to slip away.

He overheard the two people's comments about him behind his back.

"How could such a lowly sheriff sneak into a ball of this caliber?"

"It seems that their director did the work in the North, and they all came with him, right?"

"I really don't understand. Rene could have come alone, but she had to bring so many people, making it look like a private party at the Sheriff's Court."

"Shh, don't mention that woman."