Miss Witch’s Devotion Has Gone… Twisted-Chapter 38: The Observer's Authority

"Welcome home, Master. Would you like to eat first, take a bath first, or would you prefer to first eat..."
"Shut up."
Loren cut off Mirrorheart's upcoming indecent words. The children were all still here, and Loren felt he couldn't let Mirrorheart corrupt them any further. Anna had even started giving him assists, and he had no idea where she learned that from...
As usual, the moment Loren returned home, Gwen phased through the wall and left, continuing her missionary work for the God of Hatred.
While eating, Anna brought up the matter of Luna at the dinner table. Loren didn't mind table manners as long as they didn't choke while talking, but as the person involved, he felt somewhat awkward sitting there.
"She's too cowardly. Even with me assisting her to this extent, she wouldn't take another step forward. Everyone can see her feelings, but she just doesn't dare to confess them."
Unlike the emotionally agitated Anna, Naclis kept her head lowered, barely touching the food in front of her.
Even Scarlett began to take an interest in Loren's romantic affairs, chiming in:
"It's understandable, I suppose. After all, they haven't known each other for long. Feeling scared is normal. What would be tragic is if she stayed like this forever."
Loren didn't expect Scarlett to say something so serious. However, as the protagonist of this story, Loren felt rather uncomfortable.
"Maybe. I'm perfectly open about it. When I turn eighteen, I'll marry Master Mentor. You don't need to worry about being unwanted. I don't mind how many you have..."
After tapping Anna on the head to interrupt her, Loren stood up, preparing to leave.
Today, Loren left the table after only a few bites. It wasn't that he was truly affected by what Anna was discussing, but rather that he had spent the entire previous night researching The Perpetual Observer without making any headway. His knowledge came from the game; once something that never appeared in the game surfaced, Loren was immediately exposed as a fraud.
But he suddenly remembered something. In the original work, Mirrorheart was the real mentor. Perhaps she knew something. This was why he was in such a hurry. He felt that the matter of The Perpetual Observer was very important to him. It was intuition, and Loren never doubted his intuition.
"Mirrorheart, come with me."
Any information related to those high-level existences could be extremely dangerous, so Loren planned to talk with Mirrorheart in private.
The moment Loren left, Naclis interrupted them:
"Can we not talk about this? What Master Mentor does is his freedom. We have no right to interfere with his choices..."
"What? Are you jealous..."
No sooner had she spoken than Naclis tapped Anna on the head with her finger.
"Angry and embarrassed from being exposed..."
After receiving another tap, Anna finally shut up completely. She looked around and realized Scarlett had also run off at some point, leaving her alone to face the flustered and angry Naclis.
Naclis maintained her usual expression, but her thoughts had already drifted far away. Anna was right. Naclis knew she was cowardly. She just didn't know when she would be able to be as open and unashamed as Anna.
...
"Mirrorheart..."
(Harmonized)
"Forget it, since we're already here..."
Loren activated a skill from his bloodline, temporarily setting the matter aside.
...
"Do you know of The Perpetual Observer?"
Afterwards, Loren sat on the chair and inquired. Mirrorheart answered while cleaning up the battlefield:
"I know, but not much."
This was an unexpected pleasant surprise. Loren hadn't held much hope for this, never expecting Mirrorheart to actually know.
The blood-stained bedsheet wasn't easy to wash. Mirrorheart gathered it up but didn't throw it in the trash bag. Only then did Loren realize that the bedsheets they had previously soiled always mysteriously disappeared. He had never seen her throw them away.
But now wasn't the time to think about that. Loren first asked Mirrorheart to explain in detail about The Perpetual Observer. Mirrorheart bit her finger and drew an inverted cross pattern on a piece of paper, then tapped a point in the center of the inverted cross.
"This is the symbol of The Perpetual Observer: an inverted cross and an eyeball.
"The Perpetual Observer is the God of Reason, Truth, Eternity, Order, and Continuation. His counterpart, The Final Singer, is the God of Desire, Falsehood, Instantaneity, Rebellion, and Termination. Their authorities oppose each other.
"That's all I know. I am unaware of anything else."
"It's fine. You know enough. In fact, knowing this much is already a delightful surprise for me."
At the same time, Loren felt some internal apprehension. The Observer's authority was strange, numerous, and interconnected. Unlike the Outer Gods, who each had only one authority related to emotions, and unlike the Orthodox Gods, whose authorities were purely random, there was even a Singer counterpart opposing him.
This was the first time since transmigrating that Loren encountered something truly unknown. But it was worth the risk.
Knowing the authority would make finding the Honorific Name much easier. It didn't need to be recited perfectly; just being close would have an effect. It was like how the Honorific Name the Bountiful Church had been using wasn't as effective as the one Loren modified for them.
"The Perpetual Observer..."
While reciting the Honorific Name, Loren also drew the shape of an inverted cross over his chest. But the moment he uttered those four words, Loren felt himself being watched.
"That simple?"
It even saved him the trouble of composing an Honorific Name. He just needed to recite the name while drawing the inverted cross.
Thrilled, Loren abruptly opened his eyes. But the instant he opened them, a human figure flashed before his eyes.
This was the first time Loren, who usually liked to provoke other gods whenever possible, felt the side effects. He struggled to recall the scene just now. It was only for a moment; he hadn't seen anything clearly, just felt the scene was somewhat familiar.
So Loren tried again. This time, he opened his eyes a bit later. Loren saw nothing.
Finally, Loren realized something. He opened his eyes and conducted the experiment again. Sure enough, his guess was correct. The human figure appeared before his eyes, overlapping with the things in his original field of vision, making it difficult to discern what it was.
After continuous attempts, Loren finally managed to separate the two scenes before his eyes and finally understood the principle.
This thing only existed in his right eye—the utterly ordinary black eye. His left eye, the crimson one, saw nothing. He always knew his eyes weren't ordinary.
Moreover, he saw the human figure clearly. It was himself.