Miss Witch's Devotion Has Gone… Twisted-Chapter 217: Daily Life at Home

Loren had inscribed many runes on the Ten Thousand Soul Banner to expand its absorption range. Now, Gwen could harvest the souls from the entire battlefield just by staying in one place. Many necromancers who wanted to scavenge leftovers got nothing and even risked being intercepted and killed by Gwen.

Although Loren had already gathered all the materials he needed, that didn't stop him from targeting other necromancers, especially those from the Canaan Kingdom.

Unlike Gwen's side, Loren was currently quite idle, so he spent most of his energy on controlling Gwen.

At the same time, Loren was also teaching Movila. Even though she had been secretly watching Loren before, she hadn't actually managed to steal any knowledge, so Loren still needed to formally teach her.

Loren was also helping Movila improve her Arcane Ability. The crows formed from her soul fragments had limited attack power. Loren knew she could change the form of her souls, though it was somewhat difficult.

The current Movila hadn't received any powerful stimulation and couldn't transform her souls into the fully aggressive Wolves of Malice, but Loren felt that with a bit of effort, turning the souls into falcons shouldn't be a problem.

Just as Loren was earnestly explaining things to Movila, she suddenly blushed for no apparent reason.

Although she felt excited when she got close to Loren, he had already been lecturing for a long time today. Her blushing was completely unreasonable.

Loren had a bad premonition and quickly asked,

"Do you have a clone over at Mirrorheart's place?"

Don't worry, I will definitely put it into practice as soon as possible!"

"……"

Loren rubbed his temples. He should have been guarding against Mirrorheart earlier.

"I'll go take a look…"

After saying that, Loren walked straight into Mirrorheart's room.

Mirrorheart was the most privacy-conscious among everyone. Her room door was closed year-round, perhaps because she herself felt some of her behaviors were too shameful to be seen.

"You want it this early today? Alright, after all, you are my master."

Inside Mirrorheart's room, she was sitting at her desk. On her shoulder was a crow, and on the desk was a shameful drawing, with Loren and Mirrorheart as the main subjects.

Before Loren could say anything, he heard the sound of stockings being torn. Mirrorheart reacted quickly; the moment she saw Loren, she tore a hole in her own black tights.

"Wait…"

Her sudden move completely disrupted Loren's train of thought. Loren felt his headache growing worse.

"You want to tear them open yourself? That's fine, I can go change into another pair…"

"……"

It took Loren a moment to recover before he could speak again. He promptly pressed Mirrorheart back into her chair to prevent her from pulling any more stunts.

"Movila is still young. Don't teach her this messy stuff."

"Um… Master… I'm eighteen years old."

Movila, who had followed Loren in, silently raised her hand. She was very short, her head only reaching Loren's waist, so he only noticed her after she raised her hand.

Loren placed both hands under Movila's armpits and lifted her up. They looked at each other for a moment before Loren put her back down.

He said nothing, yet said everything.

Instantly, Movila felt some regret. She should have taken on an adult form the first time she appeared. Her current size had caused her many disadvantages.

"This height is just right. When necessary, you might not even need to kneel."

"Can you please shut up?"

Loren snatched the drawing from Mirrorheart, rolled it up, and tapped Mirrorheart on the head with it.

Afraid that Mirrorheart might enjoy the tap, Loren didn't dare use too much force.

"Stay away from Mirrorheart from now on."

Loren grabbed the crow on Mirrorheart's shoulder with one hand and simply tucked Movila under his other arm.

"Day after day…"

Loren sat down in the living room and placed Movila beside him.

Loren had explained everything he needed to. The rest was up to Movila to practice. With the souls she had replenished earlier, Movila now had many soul fragments, so she had plenty of opportunities to practice.

Moreover, her soul fragments all had independent consciousness, making practice twice as effective.

"Master, please have some coffee."

Not long after Loren sat in the living room, Seraphina brought him a cup of hot coffee, with milk and sugar added, just the way Loren liked it. He couldn't stand bitterness.

"Thank you."

Taking the coffee, Loren took a sip. The sweetness and temperature were just right. Like Seraphina's appearance, the food and drinks she made were also perfect.

If this coffee had been handed over by Mirrorheart, Loren would have had to confirm first whether the milk inside was actually cow's milk.

"As long as you like it."

Seraphina tucked the strands of hair on her cheek behind her ear, her face still maintaining a perfect smile.

"Loren, what are you doing here?"

Only after Laila walked out of Loren's room did she notice he was in the living room. Laila then sat directly opposite Loren.

"Did you need something from me?"

Loren held his coffee cup, looking at Laila across from him.

"Not really. I just wanted you to see my new look."

Laila propped her cheek with one hand, Loren's reflection visible in her light green eyes.

Hearing this, Loren finally noticed the change in Laila. She now wore a hair clip, pinning up a section of her front hair.

The change wasn't major, but it did make Laila appear more feminine.

Like this.

"Quite cute."

Hearing Loren's praise, Laila's face reddened slightly. At the same time, Loren felt someone kicking him under the table.

When Loren looked down, he saw Laila's legs. She was currently wearing long pants and ordinary shoes.

Upon noticing Loren's gaze, Laila kicked off one of her shoes, revealing the foot clad in white stockings underneath.

To get Loren's attention, she curled and then straightened her toes.

"Does it look good?"

Laila brushed her hair back, seemingly asking Loren about her appearance.

"……"

Loren didn't know how to respond and could only remain silent.

"You're all here. Seraphina, I'm hungry. Can you prepare some snacks for me first?"

Just as Loren was struggling, Anna suddenly sat down beside him.

Seraphina looked at Loren and only entered the kitchen after he nodded.

However, at that moment, Anna inexplicably glanced under the table. Laila suddenly retracted her foot, her face turning even redder.

Then, Anna revealed a knowing smile that made Loren feel extremely awkward.

"Master Mentor, I'm so tired. Can you massage my legs for me?"

As she spoke, Anna directly placed her legs on Loren's lap.

Today she was wearing white over-the-knee stockings, with a bow tied above the top of the stockings.

"You haven't gone out for days. What are you tired from?"

Loren complained but didn't push her away.

Movila glanced at Anna and imitated her by placing her own leg on Loren's lap. There were no stockings at home that fit Movila, so her legs were bare. The Witch's skin was flawless and snow-white, absolutely perfect.