Loren was essentially threatening as well, but he didn't directly tear off the facade. Now was not the ti for all-out war, and Loren didn't want to confront the Pseudohumans head-on either.
Similarly, the Pseudohumans wouldn't want to face an Angel. In the end, Clens silently turned and left. The mont Clens left Loren's sight, a group of people surrounded him, a pair of lifeless eyes simply staring at Loren.
Among these people were Loren's neighbors and also staff from the Church.
Being stared at by so many eyes, Loren didn't feel a shred of fear. He acted as if nothing had happened and went outside to check his mailbox. Inside were two more letters, one from the Bardo Kingdom, and one from Uridia... the country where Cecelia was, the most powerful nation within the God of Night and Thunder's territory.
The envelopes showed signs of having been opened. This was also a warning from the Pseudohumans to Loren, proving that Loren was now completely under their control.
"Are you motherfuckers being this blatant now?"
Previously, the difficulty Loren faced in dealing with Pseudohumans was in identifying them. But now they were being so brazen, actually taking the initiative to threaten Loren.
But this wasn't because they were truly that arrogant;
it was simply a case of giving up and letting things slide. Loren's conversation with Clens just now had already made them realize their disguises were useless against Loren. They could only control Loren through this thod.
In people's impressions, Loren had always lacked combat prowess. Yet, they didn't directly attack Loren now. It might be because Loren held no fear for them, but it could also be that they had so other sche.
Whatever it was, it wasn't good news for Loren.
"......"
Loren returned ho without a word and locked the door.
"What's the situation outside?"
After Loren geared up, the others were also prepared for battle, ready to fight their way out alongside Loren at any mont.
"We're surrounded by Pseudohumans. They're not even pretending anymore."
Even Loren was seeing this situation for the first ti. The Pseudohumans were simply too afraid of Loren. In such a short ti, Loren had completely exposed their true nature.
If Clens hadn't already been replaced by a Pseudohuman, it would be the Pseudohumans being purged right now.
"Escaping now isn't realistic. Unless absolutely necessary, I don't plan to expose my strength. But sending letters out isn't possible either."
"Then what should we do?"
Laila voiced her doubt. No matter what situation they encountered, she firmly believed Loren had a way to break through.
"Only this way."
Loren opened his panel. He still had one opportunity to choose a talent left unused from before. Now was the ti to use it.
[Everything Has a Spirit]. This was the talent Loren chose. Its effect was also simple and straightforward: it allowed him to converse with sentient, spiritual creatures. The effect wasn't particularly strong, and its limitations were relatively large, but it was very applicable in certain situations, especially when combined with the reversed curse upon him.
"Seraphina, co with to the rooftop with your bird feed. Help bring a flock of birds down. Preferably choose crows or pigeons. Birds of prey are fine too.
"The rest of you, help write letters requesting aid. Write several copies. For the Pope, tell him the current situation."
After giving these instructions, Loren directly took Seraphina to the rooftop. Loren's house did indeed have a rooftop, he just hadn't used it much.
Due to Seraphina's previous feeding behavior, there were already many birds gathered near Loren's ho. The mont Loren appeared, he was surrounded by various birds, primarily crows.
With Loren present, even that crow that had never approached Seraphina before gathered around at this mont.
"Does anyone know the way to the Royal Capital? Those who know, stand in front of . There's a reward."
This was a screening process to filter out birds that could help him deliver the letters. Imdiately, a flock of birds neatly ford a square formation in front of Loren. Most of these were crows, with a few birds of prey, mainly falcons.
Several pigeons were still standing on Loren's body. They simply couldn't understand Loren's words. That one sentence from Loren not only screened out those who could go to the Royal Capital but also those who could understand his speech.
"A dozen or so. Enough. You, co back with ."
Other thods of sending letters might be intercepted, but no one would think of sending letters via birds.
If he had Starnight deliver them directly, it might be noticed as suspicious, which is why Loren sought help from wild birds.
"You help deliver these letters to the Church in the Royal Capital. After the job is done, I'll take care of you. Understand?"
Loren tied the written letters requesting aid to the legs of the wild birds. With over a dozen, they would definitely reach the Pope's hands sohow.
If even the Pope had been replaced by a Pseudohuman, Loren felt he could go seek refuge with another Church. He thought the Church of Night and Thunder was quite nice—they had electricity, you could go to concerts, and you might even et cute vampire girls.
The flock of birds nodded one after another. After eating all the bird feed and at Loren provided, they took flight.
"Why aren't you leaving?"
One crow remained perched on Loren's shoulder. It didn't eat the bird feed and showed no intention of helping Loren deliver letters.
The crow didn't reply. It just kept standing on Loren, staring at him with its purple eyes.
"Forget it, you stay. Those others are enough."
Loren picked up the crow in the manner one holds a hen and placed it on the handrail.
Birds fly much faster than carriages. He estimated he would receive support from the Church by the afternoon.
"We'll wait and see here, wait for the Church's support..."
After pondering for a mont, Loren spoke his next words:
"When the ti cos, I'll make contact with the Church. We might summon an Angel. You all hide in the house. Wait for ."
Regarding Loren's decision, Laila felt sowhat unwilling. She couldn't help at all, and all of this was because of her identity as a witch. That's why she was constantly constrained, constantly becoming a burden to Loren.
"If only I weren't a witch..."
Laila suddenly sighed. Ninety-nine percent of witches had had this thought. However, their reason for not wanting to be witches was mostly to avoid persecution and to live a normal life.
But Laila had been alone her entire life before eting Loren. When she was very young, her identity as a witch was exposed. She successfully escaped before her parents could kill her and never contacted anyone else after that, stubbornly surviving on her own until now.
Therefore, she rarely had such thoughts. But when her identity as a witch beca a burden to Loren, Laila had this thought for the first ti.
Her words resonated with the others. If they weren't witches, Loren wouldn't be walking on thin ice like he was now.
Loren sighed. Witches were like this. They often felt inferior because of their identity, so they would give their all, heart and soul, to treat the ones they loved, just to dissolve this sense of inferiority.
This deep-seated inferiority couldn't be resolved with just a few words. Even Loren, as the only person ever loved by a witch, couldn't do it.
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