Miss Witch’s Devotion Has Gone… Twisted-Chapter 33: Operation Begins

"Ligoss..."
Even though Loren had already controlled Gwen to leave, the name Ligoss continued to echo in everyone's hearts. When they uttered this name, they felt themselves filled with power.
"My wages have been owed for a year..."
"My son disappeared for a few days and came back insane..."
"That day when I finished work and went home, I found my wife lying with another man, and my daughter was there too..."
Their voices grew louder and louder as they spoke, eventually turning into roars. After downing their final cups of wine, they left the tavern one by one. Tonight was destined to be restless, but tomorrow might be better.
...
Gwen passed through the wall and returned to Loren's room. She took off the black robe, reverted to her original appearance, and obediently sat on Loren's cabinet, as if she were just an ordinary doll.
This wasn't the first time Loren had done something like this, and the Royal Capital wasn't Loren's primary target anyway.
The people in the Royal Capital still lived like humans; the hatred festering there was far less than in the surrounding cities. They were the main force of the chaos.
By now, it was already late at night. Loren patted off the dust that had settled on Gwen before lying down on the bed. He didn't need to wake up early the next day; his class was in the afternoon, and even if he asked for leave, no one would dare say anything.
The night passed without incident; even the Nightingale was very quiet. It wasn't until noon the next day that the Nightingale began to sing, serving as an alarm clock for Loren.
Speaking of alarm clocks, Loren realized that Mirrorheart hadn't used any of those strange methods to wake him up since coming to the Royal Capital. Loren felt somewhat unaccustomed to it for a moment.
Loren reached out his hand, and the Nightingale flew out of its cage, landing on his palm. The cage was basically never locked. The most recent time was when Mirrorheart locked herself inside and threw the key somewhere she couldn't reach. Perhaps the Nightingale had spent less time in the cage than Mirrorheart.
When Loren walked into the living room, he found the King had been waiting here for a long time. Beside him was an elderly man wearing a mage's robe. The old man held a Magic Book in his hand, not forgetting to flip through it even at a time like this, embodying the spirit of lifelong learning.
"Good... afternoon, Master Mentor. This is Headmaster Eldrin. We have brought you the Tear of Condensed Wishes."
Seeing Loren finally arrive, the King introduced the old man beside him to Loren. Two such important figures had waited until Loren woke up, giving Loren plenty of face.
"A pleasure to finally meet you, Headmaster Eldrin."
Loren drew the symbol of the God of Bountiful Harvest over his chest, greeting Eldrin. Eldrin returned the greeting in the same manner.
Then, Eldrin handed a small vial shaped like a teardrop to Loren. The vial's construction was strange; although it was the size of an oral liquid bottle, it contained only a single drop of liquid.
"This is the Tear of Condensed Wishes. When you begin concocting a potion, drip the liquid inside, and it will guarantee that particular concoction will definitely succeed.
"However, I must ask you to return it to me when you've used it. I need to use a specific method to make it usable again; otherwise, the liquid inside won't replenish."
The meaning Eldrin wanted to convey to Loren was: 'I have no choice but to take it back, it's not that I don't trust you, Loren.'
"Naturally."
Loren had no intention of exposing Eldrin either. Others might not know, but Loren was crystal clear. What Eldrin said wasn't wrong. After the Tear of Condensed Wishes was used up, it indeed required a certain method to restore it. But this method held no difficulty whatsoever; it just needed the Tear to sense a strong wish. It didn't even need to slowly accumulate; the thing just had a seven-day cooldown. The moment the cooldown ended, if it sensed a wish, it would restore itself. This was something even Eldrin didn't know.
As Loren took the Tear of Condensed Wishes, he also saw its description:
[Tear of Condensed Wishes]
Effect: When dripped in during potion concoction, guarantees this concoction will definitely succeed.
Description: I gave everything and still couldn't save her. My life has lost all meaning since then. May all lovers in this world never be parted.
Loren had looked into the background of the Tear of Condensed Wishes. Roughly, there was a master potioneer who went through immense hardship to collect various materials, finally able to concoct a potion to save his beloved. But the concoction failed, and in the end, he couldn't save her.
Later, his extreme love attracted the attention of the Goddess of Love, and then the Tear of Condensed Wishes came into being. The specific process Loren wasn't clear about; maybe the Goddess of Love gave it to him, or maybe the Goddess of Love made it using him.
Using this thing would attract the gaze of the Goddess of Love. But when you're already covered in lice, a few more don't itch. Loren had come into contact with so many Outer Gods; one more didn't matter.
After handing the item to Loren, the Headmaster and the King didn't leave. They just silently waited for Loren to eat. Loren understood their purpose clearly. Pretending not to know, Loren asked:
"Is there anything else?"
The seeds Loren had planted long ago began to sprout last night, bringing some not insignificant trouble to the Royal Capital. But no matter how small, they could tell it was related to the Outer Gods. Although they hated Witches the most, it didn't stop them from understanding that the most dangerous were the Outer Gods.
"Just last night, some incidents occurred in the Royal Capital. Many nobles were attacked, and even the Scarecrows who went to investigate were injured."
Loren drained the milk in his cup in one go. He paid great attention to health, having a cup of milk in the morning and ensuring a balanced diet, abstaining from tobacco and alcohol.
It's just that Loren felt today's milk tasted a bit strange. But there were other matters at hand now, so Loren didn't dwell on it. After putting down his utensils, he prepared to leave:
"Let's head to the Academy first. We can talk on the way."
The Nightingale, having finished its breakfast, also landed on Loren's shoulder. This time, Anna was also going to follow Loren to the Academy. Although he didn't understand why Anna suddenly wanted to go, Loren didn't refuse.
On the way, Headmaster Eldrin explained the detailed situation to Loren. The Gedlan Kingdom only had knowledge of the God of Greed among the Outer Gods. Matters concerning the God of Hatred were very unfamiliar to them, which is why they came to consult Loren.
Many commoners' appearances had suddenly become distorted, growing many poisonous spikes on their bodies. Their physical fitness had also improved significantly, even surpassing many Scarecrows.
Moreover, their targets were very clear: they were all nobles or merchants. After killing their targets, they would revert to their original state.
Listening to them, Loren put on a thoughtful expression. After pondering for a moment, he spoke:
"The culprit is the God of Hatred. My apologies. To prevent contaminating you, I cannot reveal too much about the God of Hatred.
"So, what were the casualties like yesterday?"
"Two dead, three injured."
Upon hearing the King's reply, Loren suddenly changed the subject:
"Then do you remember how many people that plague believer killed? Just the ones you remember."
The King couldn't answer this question. He began to change the topic:
"The current problem is how we should combat the hatred..."
"That's precisely the problem!"
Loren interrupted the King who wanted to justify himself. Loren would tell them the solution, provided they would truly listen to his words.