Miss Witch’s Devotion Has Gone… Twisted-Chapter 102: Pleasure Believers

The clown looked down at her own belly, only then realizing a sword had pierced through her stomach. She grabbed the blade, frantically pulling it out, which resulted in her stomach being torn open, intestines spilling onto the ground.
If there were still people who hadn't reacted due to slowness earlier, now they all realized. The circus tent instantly descended into chaos. While the clown desperately tried to stuff her intestines back in, the audience had already mostly fled.
"Come back!"
The clown struggled to push her intestines back inside, using an apple to plug the hole. She knelt on the ground, crying and shouting, trying to make the audience return.
Loren gripped the hilt of Requiem. He was also a bit panicked. He wasn't sure if this clown had a Deathrattle. Everything about her was too bizarre;
even Loren couldn't be certain.
A little girl was frozen in terror, which gave the clown an opportunity. Her hand suddenly elongated like a rubber band, grabbing the little girl and pulling her onto the stage.
"I have a hostage! I order you all to come back!"
The clown's voice trembled with tears. Just as Loren was hesitating whether to strike, the little girl accidentally elbowed the clown in the face. The clown's face immediately caved in, her grip loosening, allowing the little girl to successfully escape.
"What's going on?"
Loren crouched down to check the clown's condition. She seemed to have already lost all vitality.
"Loren, behind you!"
Suddenly, Laila's shout came from below the stage. Simultaneously, Loren's Intuition sent a warning. Requiem left its sheath in an instant.
"Throat-Severing Slash!"
A flash of red light was seen as Loren's blade swept out. While turning, Loren also saw who was behind him—it was that little girl.
However, Loren's blade didn't hesitate in the slightest. Not fleeing immediately upon encountering danger, but instead sneaking up behind him—she definitely wasn't normal either.
"So excitable?"
The little girl suddenly revealed a smile. She grabbed her own hair and pulled her head off, barely dodging Loren's slash.
Then, the little girl grabbed her own lips, making a motion as if forcefully tearing them apart. The clown crawled out from within the little girl's skin.
Clearly, she was much larger than the little girl.
At this point, Loren recognized her identity:
"A Pleasure Believer..."
Even as he spoke, Loren's blade didn't slow down at all. But the clown had no intention of fighting, merely trying to create distance.
"I went through so much trouble, yet I didn't manage to scare you. What a pity."
To go through such a big roundabout scheme, just to scare Loren once—this fit perfectly with Loren's stereotypical impression of Pleasure Believers.
The clown did a backflip onto a high platform, took out a balloon, and started blowing it up. As soon as the balloon inflated, before she could even catch her breath, the air rushed back into the balloon. The clown's head inflated directly, and she struggled as she flew into the air.
Loren remained silent, simply pulling out his Submachine Guns and emptying a magazine into her head.
The moment the bullets made contact, her head exploded like a balloon. Brain matter, blood, bone fragments, and other things flew everywhere.
Her death was also very much like a Pleasure Believer's. She appeared in a bizarre way and died just as bizarrely.
Loren took out a handkerchief and wiped the brain matter that had splattered onto him. The clown was dead, but Loren wasn't happy at all.
Since she had appeared, it meant that the Pleasure Believers targeting Loren likely weren't just one person.
Unlike believers of other gods, Pleasure Believers followed an elite route. After all, only those Cassian found interesting would be granted power.
Therefore, while the number of Pleasure Believers wasn't large, they were troublesome. These people would do anything for pleasure, with no logic whatsoever. Just like how the clown was willing to sacrifice her life just to scare Loren once.
"Master Mentor!"
After Loren stepped down from the stage, everyone immediately gathered around him. Mirrorheart took out tissues and carefully wiped the filth from Loren's body.
"Tonight's show is over. Let's head back first."
Wherever he went, trouble followed. Although usually the trouble was something Loren himself caused, this time it really had nothing to do with Loren.
However, Loren wasn't worried. He had plenty of experience dealing with Pleasure Believers.
Cassian was somewhat biased. Even at critical moments, if Loren prayed to Cassian, Cassian would respond to Loren first, and might even grant Loren's request to withdraw power from others.
After all, who could be more interesting than a player?
The Royal Capital at night was still quite lively. Not many people, but plenty of animals. So many people had died here before that scavengers like crows had gathered in this area.
"Caw..."
A crow landed on Loren's shoulder. Loren was already used to this kind of thing. With the Scorn of All Beings, small animals often gathered around Loren.
The crow stared directly at Loren with its eyes. Its eyes were red, very peculiar.
It was also at this moment that Starnight suddenly started chirping, trying to drive away the crow that was several times her size. She was starting to guard her food.
Seeing Starnight react so fiercely, Loren gave up on the idea of getting a new pet. However, petting it should be fine.
But just as Loren reached out to stroke it, the crow flew away.
Starnight let out a triumphant chirp. Loren didn't know how he managed to see triumph on a bird's face.
Seeing Loren and the others return so early, Luna's parents felt a bit regretful. They had hoped the others would come back, leaving Loren and Luna alone outside overnight. Unfortunately, that wish didn't come true.
Nothing much happened on the first day in the Royal Capital. At night, Loren booked an extra room. After all, on the surface, Laila was still male. Just like back in Bardo, Laila and Loren shared one room, while the others shared another.
"Why are you still wearing such thick clothes here?"
It was only after staying in the same room at night that Loren realized Laila was still wearing the same outfit from Bardo—trench coat, long pants, and boots. The temperature in Gedlan was always high. She must be boiling.
"I don't have any other clothes."
"..."
This was an oversight on Loren's part. Laila didn't have a personal storage space. She had been wearing the same set of clothes, at most washing them at night and letting them dry by morning.
"Forget it. I'll take you clothes shopping tomorrow."
Laila's height was indeed a bit short. Even if she was willing to wear women's clothing, Naclis and the others' clothes were too big. Anna's clothes were about the right size, but Anna's clothes were all of the cute type. Laila probably wouldn't agree to that.
This simple matter made Laila pause for a moment. If not for Loren, she would never hear such words in her entire life.
Every day, Laila was constantly on the move. No one cared about her. Not to mention others, even Laila herself had never thought about buying clothes. Usually, anything wearable was fine.
She didn't know whether to feel fortunate or sad. Her clothes didn't need changing as long as they weren't torn, because she hadn't grown in height for a long time.