Miss Witch's Devotion Has Gone… Twisted-Chapter 212: Game

Days passed one after another, and the weather gradually grew hotter, though it was still within an acceptable range and not unbearable.

Loren lay in bed flipping through his magic book, while Starnight fanned her wings beside him, acting as an electric fan. She knew quite a few wind magic spells, so being a fan was more than enough.

The Kingdom of Uridia wasn't hot, so electric fans were almost impossible to buy there, but electric blankets were easy to find.

The area around Loren's home was also gradually recovering, with new people moving in. This place was slowly regaining its vitality.

In the territory of the God of Bountiful Harvest, the one thing never in short supply was people.

Loren had already informed the Bountiful Church about the Angel of Confusion matter. He couldn't be bothered with the follow-up; what remained was the confrontation between the Bountiful Church and the Church of Confusion.

The Bountiful Church had actually always been quite weak. In the end, they might even end up paying compensation to the Church of Confusion. After all, the god wouldn't lose anything. As long as the base number of believers remained, the god could keep growing stronger. The life or death of the believers had nothing to do with Him.

For this reason, Loren had even reminded them to be more firm. With Loren's reminder, they probably wouldn't be so spineless this time.

"Master Mentor, come out and play with us..."

Anna suddenly barged into Loren's room, grabbed his arm, and pulled him outside.

"What are you playing?"

"Truth or Dare."

"......"

Loren suddenly felt a bit dazed. This world indeed had such games too, it was just that Loren had never played them before.

"What made you think of playing this?"

Although Loren didn't quite understand, he still chose to join them.

"Everyone's here, let's begin."

In the living room, everyone sat in a circle around the table. In the middle was a soy sauce bottle. Loren's house had no alcohol; Loren didn't smoke or drink, so the others had no opportunity to be exposed to it either.

"Let's spin the bottle to decide the order. Whoever it points to chooses someone to pick truth or dare. Then the chosen person spins, and asks the person it lands on."

The one speaking was always Anna. She had organized this game, and all the witches and Mirrorheart were here.

Starnight flew out from the bedroom and landed on Loren's head, watching them play the game.

"Okay."

Everyone agreed with Anna's proposal. Anna, however, revealed a sly smile. No one noticed that the rules weren't actually very fair.

"Then I'll start spinning."

Anna spun the bottle. The mouth of the bottle kept rotating and finally pointed at Naclis.

"Naclis, who do you choose?"

"I choose you."

"Truth."

Naclis didn't let this opportunity slip. As Anna grew up, she found herself understanding Anna less and less.

"Have you ever done anything you didn't want me to know about?"

"Yes, I have."

Hearing this, Naclis immediately stood up. It wasn't until everyone's gaze focused on her that Naclis awkwardly sat back down.

"What is it?"

"I often sneak bites of your food, especially those foods that are supposed to help with breast growth."

Naclis was stunned for a moment. She lowered her head and glanced down, able to see her own body in its entirety.

"You..."

Just as Naclis was about to get angry, she heard Loren's cough:

"Those are all fake. Eating can't really make them grow much. It's purely down to fate. Besides, small ones are cute too."

Unintentionally, Loren dealt Naclis another critical blow. She sat back in her seat, silent.

"My turn, my turn!"

Anna spun the bottle again. This time it steadily pointed in Loren's direction. Loren hadn't been sure before, but now he could confirm it: Anna could control the bottle's spin. It pointed at Naclis first because she knew Naclis would definitely choose her, making it seem more natural.

"This kid is quite the schemer... takes after me..."

When the bottle mouth pointed at Loren, all eyes converged on him. It would be more accurate to say they had joined this game for Loren.

"I choose dare."

Loren was afraid Anna might suddenly ask something like "Who do you like the most?" That could really lead to a battlefield scenario.

Though, judging by their personalities, there probably wouldn't be any real battlefield, but it would still cause some discomfort in their hearts.

"Give me a kiss."

Anna leaned her face over, signaling Loren to kiss her.

"Alright."

Loren didn't resist much either, directly planting a kiss on Anna's cheek.

Seeing this, the others didn't have any objections. Anna's position here was very special; she was practically the group's darling. Everyone treated her like a child, which also gave Anna a lot of opportunities.

"Wrong, it's the lips."

Anna was very clear about this too. This was also the persona she had painstakingly cultivated. This move was called "repairing the plank road openly while secretly crossing at Chencang." She still remembered the stories of the Thirty-Six Stratagems Loren had told her before.

"......"

Loren felt a bit troubled, but in the end, he kissed her on the forehead.

"Is that good enough?"

"Good enough."

Anna revealed a smile, secretly glancing at Naclis.

Sorry, sister. The struggle for the heir's favor has always been like this.

"My turn."

Loren casually gave the bottle a spin. He didn't really have anything he wanted to ask; he already knew everything. He also didn't have anything he wanted them to do; even without this game, they would obey whatever Loren said.

The bottle mouth landed in the place Loren least wanted it to, pointing at Mirrorheart.

"I choose dare."

It wasn't strange for Mirrorheart to choose this. Loren also didn't dare ask her to do anything too excessive, just telling her to pour him a glass of water.

"Okay."

Then Mirrorheart got up and walked towards the kitchen. Loren was very glad she didn't go to some deserted place to fetch some other kind of water.

Not long after, Mirrorheart brought Loren a glass of milk. Loren knew very well that the milk in the house wasn't stored where she had just gone. What was in this glass went without saying.

"Forget it, I'll drink it later."

Loren pushed the cup away. He was starting to regret joining this game.

"My turn."

Mirrorheart spun the bottle. Without even looking, Loren knew it would point at him again. Controlling a bottle was nothing; with a bit of practice, anyone could do it.

"Master, what do you choose?"

Sure enough, the bottle finally pointed at Loren.

"Truth, then."

Battlefield scenario it is. That's still better than Mirrorheart demanding I step on her face.

"Between me and Seraphina, which one do you like more?"

"You."

Loren didn't hesitate at all with this question. Mirrorheart had been with Loren from the very beginning and had suffered her share of hardships. Calling her his "wife who shared his poverty" wouldn't be an exaggeration.

Although Seraphina was beautiful and perfect, as long as Loren had any shred of humanity left, he would definitely choose Mirrorheart.

"I knew it."

Mirrorheart propped her chin on her hand, her crimson eyes fixed on Loren's face, revealing a faint smile that hadn't been seen in a long time.

Hearing this answer, Mirrorheart felt neither joy nor surprise. She knew this was destined; she just wanted to confirm it once again.

At that moment, Seraphina happened to enter the living room. She stood where she was, maintaining her usual smile.