Miss Witch’s Devotion Has Gone… Twisted-Chapter 92: Assassin

After returning to the inn, it was still Loren and Laila sharing one room, while the others were in another room.
"What are you doing, wiggling that big butt of yours in front of me?"
"Ahem, it's nothing."
After being teased by Loren, Laila's old face flushed red, and she obediently sat down on the chair.
She had worried too much;
Loren wasn't interested in her chrysanthemum. For some reason, Laila felt a pang of disappointment.
Memories from their experiences in the Prison of Sin Spire suddenly resurfaced in her mind. Loren had always guided them, taking the dangers upon himself. That entire journey didn't even require her to think, just follow orders.
Reliable. Loren's back seemed like the most reliable thing in the world, especially his.
Having struggled alone in this crazy world for so long, it was only during the time spent with Loren that she felt truly at ease.
Starnight landed on Loren's shoulder, watching the magic scroll with him. Even lying in bed, Requiem never left Loren's waist.
Loren would even take out Requiem from time to time to play with it a few times, utterly captivated. This couldn't be blamed on Loren;
anyone who got an endgame weapon early on would be this excited.
He even looked around, wanting to find something to slash a couple of times to test the blade.
The blade was drawn slightly. Under Loren's control, Requiem didn't emit any oppressive aura. This wasn't Loren's first time obtaining Requiem;
he even knew many of its hidden effects. For example, Requiem could genuinely be used as a musical instrument.
The blood-red lines on the scabbard were authentic strings.
Loren plucked a few strands of his own hair and placed them on the blade's edge. But before Loren could even blow on them, the hairs were already severed, making Loren's hands itch even more.
There's a saying Loren found very true: when you buy a hydraulic press, soon your home contains nothing but the hydraulic press.
Laila stole a few more glances at Loren and finally simply lay down beside him, placing her feet on Loren's leg.
"Why aren't you wearing socks?"
Loren disdainfully grabbed Laila's foot and moved it away. Laila usually liked wearing boots. If she weren't a witch, the smell right now would probably be overpowering. Even so, Loren was somewhat repulsed.
"What kind of socks do you like?"
Laila once again placed her feet on Loren's leg. She propped herself up on her elbows on the bed, her chin resting on her hands, looking at Loren with a playful smile.
"You..."
Just as Loren was about to say something, his intuition suddenly sent a warning. But before he could react, Laila had already moved.
Loren had noticed it earlier in the carriage: her Arcane Ability also granted her a hunter's instincts. Even Loren, who possessed the Sensitive Heart talent, couldn't match her in this.
Laila swiftly embraced Loren, rolling off the bed with him. The next moment, a bullet shot through the window and pierced the mattress, sending wood splinters flying.
"Seriously? Someone dares to assassinate me? And in the Royal Capital?"
Loren had calculated many things, but he truly never calculated that he would be assassinated in the Royal Capital.
Indeed, Loren didn't have an actual noble title or official position. But Loren held a very high status within the Church. Even the King of any country calling him 'sir' wouldn't be excessive.
Moreover, Loren's symbolic significance externally was more important than even the Pope's. Calling him a treasure of human civilization wouldn't be an overstatement.
He did lean more towards the Bountiful Church, but his status within other churches was still not low.
Now, Loren being assassinated was an even bigger deal than the King being assassinated.
Taking advantage of the pause in gunfire, Laila pulled out the gun Loren had given her earlier. After a roll away from the bed, bullets poured forth.
Even during their time in the Prison of Sin Spire, Laila had still tried to conserve ammunition. But the moment Loren was attacked, she almost lost her rationality, firing recklessly without regard.
The assassins wore black clothes and masks. Judging by their figures, it should be one man and one woman.
Their reactions were also quick. The moment they saw Laila raise her gun, they took action, leaping directly out of the window. But they still underestimated the firing rate of advanced firearms. Even so, one of them was still grazed by bullets.
Seeing this, Laila revealed a fierce grin. She continued firing, but the bullets she shot moved in a bizarre trajectory, ultimately riddling the assassin who had been grazed with holes.
Immediately after, Loren stepped on the bed board and directly jumped out of the window. Simultaneously, the Requiem in his hand was drawn. A wave of mental pressure began to spread from Loren as the center. Even Laila was dazed for a moment, let alone the fleeing assassin.
One living person and one dead person landed on the ground from the window at the same time. Loren landed in front of the living one. The already-drawn Requiem in his hand emitted waves of chilling intent.
"Who sent you?"
Loren ripped off the assassin's mask, grabbed her hair, and interrogated.
"I won't tell."
This assassin was surprisingly tough, but a trace of fear towards Loren still flickered in the depths of her eyes. It wasn't that she was truly loyal;
she was simply more afraid of the mastermind behind this than she was of Loren.
By the time Laila reached Loren's side, the inn's guards and staff had also arrived.
"What happened, Master Mentor?"
Cold sweat was already streaming down the guard's face. The situation before him was clear: Loren had been assassinated. But deep down, he still clung to a sliver of hope. If word got out that Loren was assassinated, he could forget about having a good life ever again.
Especially after he saw the assassin's true face, this fear grew even deeper.
"You know her?"
Loren keenly sensed something and inquired.
"I... don't know her..."
"Oh, I understand. You actually know the identity of the mastermind, but you don't want to say."
Loren thought for a moment and deduced.
"I'm not, I don't..."
Hearing Loren's words, the guard became even more terrified.
"Hmm, your expression is so flustered. So it's not that you don't want to say, but that you can't say. The mastermind's influence is very powerful...
"Your position isn't low either. To make you this afraid, let me think about where the mastermind might be from... the King... or the Stern family?"
"I really know nothing..."
The more Loren spoke, the more afraid the guard became. Especially since he also noticed the assassin was looking at him, and his subordinates were looking at him too. After Loren's analysis, his future prospects were looking bleak.
"Are you in cahoots with the assassins? Refusing to say anything, letting the assassins in, the Master Mentor was almost assassinated!"
The guard's performance directly enraged Laila. She pressed the gun barrel against the guard's chin, as if she would fire the moment his next words failed to satisfy her.
"..."
Previously, the guard had investigated the backgrounds of the people around Loren. Laila was just an unremarkable adventurer. In the past, if Laila dared to treat him like this, he would have thrown her into prison the next second.
But now Laila had latched onto Loren. So even with Laila pointing a gun at him, he could only endure it.