Miss Witch’s Devotion Has Gone… Twisted

Chapter 262: Lilith’s Feelings

"Master Mentor, did you mean the Observer in your lyrics?"

When Loren came out, he saw Lilith sitting at the desk, looking at the lyrics he had written.

Lilith had learned to call Loren that from Anna. She and Anna were closest, so she called Loren the same way Anna did.

"You figured it out?"

Because these lyrics were meant for Cecelia, Loren had written them obscurely. On the surface they were about someone missing a deceased close friend, but in reality they were about the Perpetual Observer and the Dawn Princess.

To understand that required knowing the truth about the Perpetual Observer and the Dawn Princess, and simply knowing that truth was already a capital crime.

Lilith really did give off a vibe of being clever by seeming foolish. Her memory was poor and she knew very little, yet she could see the world’s ugliness.

"Mm."

After admitting it, Lilith picked up the lyrics and sang a passage:

"I waited for several thousand years,My bones have yet to cool.

Behold that blood-red moon,

It is no longer the sky I knew.

Now light and dark exchange,

And my thoughts are severed.

Let the bloodlight shine over the mountains,

The world runs abnormally..."

Loren had set the melody to the tune of "The Thief's Anthem." What surprised Loren was that Lilith could actually read the sheet music.

This stuff had a certain technicality; without the corresponding knowledge, one couldn’t make sense of it.

"This stanza is about the Observer’s feelings upon returning to the world, right? On the surface it describes the changing sky, but actually it’s mocking the inversion of black and white, how villains become the Orthodox Gods and the good are persecuted..."

Lilith analyzed it point by point, and even Loren hadn’t expected anyone to be able to fully unpack what he intended to express.

"How dare you say it like that... don’t guess at some things. If you guess right, that’s it..."

At home Loren usually kept Shielding Spell active, but Lilith had spoken these things out loud anyway, and Loren felt a bit panicked.

He had the Observer’s blessing, so it didn’t matter if he spoke carelessly, but Lilith did not.

"Don’t say things like that carelessly from now on, understand?"

"Mm."

Lilith answered, then made a request to Loren:

"May I go home for a bit?"

"Uh... yes, I can take you back..."

Looking into Lilith’s eyes, Loren once again felt like he was a kidnapper imprisoning a little girl; she had to ask his permission even to visit home.

"Thank you."

Lilith grabbed Loren’s hand and waited for him to take her.

"…"

Loren had planned to leave later, but since Lilith was so eager, he had no choice but to take her first.

"I’ll be back soon, I won’t bring you all this time."

Before leaving he told everyone that, and then he saw Anna waving a handkerchief at him:

"Goodbye. Although Lilith looks like a little girl, she’s one hundred percent an adult, so it’s not impossible for you to come back tomorrow."

"What are you always thinking about?"

Loren couldn’t help but tap her on the head; Anna let out a silly laugh.

After Loren left, Naclis finally voiced her question:

"Master Mentor coming back tomorrow has what to do with Lilith being an adult? Even if marriage is involved, it can’t be settled in a day, right?"

The worst thing Naclis could imagine was marriage. Anna just patted her shoulder:

"Sis, you’re still young. You’ll understand when you’re older."

Naclis frowned. Again, every time Anna said something Naclis couldn’t understand, she would answer like that.

"Laila, you’re the most mature among us. Do you understand what Anna meant?"

"Well..."

Laila hadn’t expected to be asked. Although she looked very young, she was actually the oldest among the witches. After Anna’s instruction she understood what Anna’s words implied.

But in Laila’s eyes, Naclis was like her daughter, still a child, and shouldn’t know such things.

"You’ll understand when you grow up."

Laila chose the same line as Anna, mumbled it, then turned and left, leaving a puzzled Naclis behind.

...

Lilith sat obediently in the passenger seat like a finely crafted doll.

Her clothes were neatly arranged, hands folded on her skirt, elegant and beautiful.

"Did you come home suddenly for something?"

After living together for so long, Loren had unconsciously assumed Lilith was someone he raised, forgetting she had her own place.

But Loren couldn’t imagine Lilith would have any serious business; she lived a carefree life every day.

"I want to give you a gift, to repay you for taking care of me recently. I was really happy when I was with you; I’ve forgotten when I was last this happy.

"You gave me tasty food, pretty clothes... and I have given you nothing."

The World Card Lilith had given Loren couldn’t be measured by ordinary value. If someone had offered the World Card as a price to hire Loren to wipe out a country, Loren might have agreed, and yet he had traded half a pastry to get the World Card from Lilith.

"You don’t need to think like that. That card you gave me is priceless to me. I actually feel I owe you."

Loren’s thought process was simple. If it had been an immoral scoundrel, Loren wouldn’t hesitate to steal or kill; that was how he had gotten the Female Pope and the High Tower card.

But for someone like Lilith, who truly cared for Loren, he didn’t want to be indebted.

"Then the happiness you’ve given me these past days is also priceless. I only gave you a card, yet you have accompanied me so long, so I owe far more."

Those words distracted Loren for a moment. Lilith always managed to say things that left him silent.

If someone in his past life had said that to Loren, his life might have entirely turned over. After a long pause he continued:

"Lilith, what about your parents?"

That question might dredge up pain for others, but Lilith wouldn’t care much—she had already set her sadness aside.

Loren asked because he was already considering taking care of Lilith.

"They’re dead. I forgot how they died. I just remember people said it was because of me..."

Lilith spoke in a calm tone, as if she were describing someone unrelated to her.

"…"

Loren remained silent. He had roughly guessed what had happened. Among Vampires, a Half-vampire was a symbol of shame, so her parents’ deaths were very likely tied to Lilith’s birth.

Perhaps even Lilith’s fish-like memory was a self-protection mechanism; overwhelming sorrow had caused her to forget.

"I will stay by your side for the rest of your life, always."

"Mm."

Lilith didn’t doubt Loren’s words at all; she showed a blissful smile.