"I ca a long ti ago."
On the way, Laila suddenly started talking to Loren:
"I saw you being surrounded by those undead creatures. I was so worried, but I could also sense your emotions.
"Based on my understanding of you, I knew you were pretending to be weak, trying to lure out whoever was hiding in the shadows. That's why I held back for so long. I was really worried, almost pulled the trigger several tis..."
"Don't worry."
Loren grabbed Laila's hand. The familiar warmth made Laila feel a wave of reassurance:
"Everything is going according to my plan. The gods have long been sentenced to death by ."
"Mhm."
If anyone else said this, Laila would think they were crazy. But if it was Loren, Laila would only see it as an established fact.
By the ti they got ho, it was already late at night, but lights were still on inside the house. The light bulbs previously purchased from the God of Night and Thunder had been installed, though there was no electrical circuit here, so they could only use batteries.
The mont Loren pushed open the front door, he was greeted by the children who had been waiting for his return. At this mont, Loren felt all his efforts were worth it.
"Master ntor!"
Anna crashed directly into Loren's arms. This ti, Loren casually picked Anna up. After boosting his stamina stat, he wouldn't almost get solo-killed by Anna anymore.
"Alright, it's so late. Ti for bed."
Loren yawned, put Anna down, and entered the laboratory. Loren kept many things here, like those alchemy facilities.
At his level, the Zombie Virus basically couldn't infect him, but Loren still chose to play it safe and brewed a bottle of antidote.
Curing the Zombie Virus wasn't difficult. If your strength was sufficient, drinking a potion that purified the blood would work.
After drinking the antidote, Loren planned to go straight to sleep. He was also feeling a bit tired.
Loren's bedroom was a bit ssy, with signs that soone else had been there.
"What's going on?"
They had just returned today, and Loren hadn't had ti to check his own room.
Normally, Mirrorheart liked to co to his place and ss around, but she would always tidy up his side no matter what. Usually, Mirrorheart was also the one who cleaned up the aftermath, so Mirrorheart couldn't possibly ss up his room unless soone else had been there.
Loren intended to straighten his pillow, and then he saw the letters underneath it, similar to those Cecelia had sent before.
"No way..."
The mail carrier wouldn't enter Loren's room, and no one dared to co in unless Cecelia had been here.
Loren opened the letter on top and looked at it. This was still Cecelia's handwriting, though much more scribbled. From the strokes, one could sense her urgency.
"I waited a long ti but never got your reply, so I ca to your house to find you. You weren't here, so I had to let myself in. Sorry."
"Just as I thought..."
The corner of Loren's mouth twitched. Why hadn't he noticed before that Cecelia was this obsessive?
Imdiately, Loren opened the next letter. The handwriting in this one was even more scribbled.
"I waited for you for a long ti, but you never ca back. Where exactly did you go? I hope you contact the mont you return."
She hadn't just co;
she had stayed at Loren's house for a while. Loren searched around his own bed and, sure enough, found a few strands of hair that didn't belong to him or Mirrorheart, nor to the other witches.
The color of these strands was strange—a red and white gradient.
She hadn't just co;
she had stayed in his room.
"How did she know this was my room? Did she go through my wardrobe?"
Soon, the next letter proved Loren's guess:
"I found your room by going through the wardrobe. I didn't expect you to be cohabiting with so many won. You never ntioned this to . I hope to learn more about you."
"Damn, I've encountered a stalker."
If the technological level of this world were higher, Loren would be searching his room for hidden caras right now.
Loren's mood was strange, but he still read the last two letters.
"I asked the people around where you went, but none of them would tell . I really wanted to kill them. Don't they know how important you are to ?
"But I finally cald down. By the ti you see this letter, I've already left. But I will still be waiting for your reply."
The later the letters, the more crazed Cecelia appeared, to the point where Loren was sowhat afraid to open the final letter.
But out of curiosity, Loren still opened it and glanced. The last letter only had five words, written in blood:
"I will wait for you."
"Is this damn thing a cursed letter..."
Loren felt a bit speechless. He felt the plot was heading towards horror story territory.
After reading the letters, Loren checked his room. Thankfully, he was only missing a few pieces of clothing. There were no corpses in the wardrobe or under the bed, which made Loren breathe a sigh of relief.
After being ssed with by Cecelia like this, Loren simply gave up on retiring. He'd just copy a song every now and then.
Loren's current status was mainly due to writing Hymns, not copying songs. Up to now, Loren actually hadn't copied that many songs;
he had plenty in reserve.
The night passed without incident. Everyone knew Loren had been busy all day and was tired. He had just gotten ho not long ago and dealt with the Rainbow Plague, then went out in the evening to pull off a big stunt, returning only at midnight. So whether it was Mirrorheart or anyone else, no one disturbed Loren's rest.
During lunch the next day, Loren kept holding a piece of paper, writing and drawing on it.
He was too lazy to write lyrics himself, so he casually copied a song that fit the era's background. He wrote both the lody and lyrics on the paper, planning to mail it to Cecelia later.
"Where's Mirrorheart?"
"Oh, she's in the cage, waiting for you to let her out."
"..."
Hearing Anna's reply, Loren felt utterly speechless. Starnight was still perched on his shoulder right now. That cage served no purpose as a cage—the gaps were huge, there was no lock, and Mirrorheart had even co out in the morning to cook before locking herself back in the cage.
When Loren arrived beside the cage, Mirrorheart finally opened her eyes and gave Loren a pitiful look.
She was curled up in the cage, hugging her knees, her body constantly trembling, clothes disheveled, as if she had suffered abuse from Loren.
"Co out and eat."
Loren rubbed his temples. Those special Plague Envoys yesterday hadn't given him a headache, but now Mirrorheart was pulling this stunt again.
"Could you grab my hair and forcibly drag out?"
"..."
At this mont, Loren truly felt Mirrorheart was his nesis. Loren had ways to kill gods, but he just didn't know how to deal with Mirrorheart.
Even if he really threatened her with physical needs, she would only treat it as a form of neglect play. What Mirrorheart pursued was more psychological stimulation.
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