Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 516 Watching Fire
Loretta had already concluded that Clayton had come for the two poor workers, but on the other hand, she felt that wasn't a valid reason.

There must be another reason.

Despite her flawed thinking, she keenly sensed that perhaps the truth had implicated her.

"That idiot!" she cursed Abigail in her heart.

The prophet's vision is too far-reaching, and it is precisely for this reason that those who think they know everything are especially afraid of the shadow of the future that they cannot see clearly, where their weakness and powerlessness are hidden, and it is common for them to take extreme actions because of this.

Loretta had already contacted the Holy Grail Order, who would join the deal with the Temple of Truth, and she was about to expand her own Witchcraft Society's influence in Weaude to an unprecedented extent. But this unexpected turn of events interrupted her plans at the last minute, and her teeth were grinding together in her mouth.

Most of the high-ranking members of the Witchcraft Society are women because in the holy marriage ceremony with the Holy Lord Ignatius, the man only needs to sow the seed, while the woman needs to bear and give birth. During pregnancy, they have ample time and sensitive bodies to experience the fear, regret, resentment, and self-abandonment of the demonic fetus growing in their womb, until finally, they wholeheartedly devote themselves to piety and joy.

These beautiful emotional changes flowed into their flower chambers, making the fruits even fuller.

When they reap the rewards of their own labor, the gifts they receive are far more powerful, and few men can rival their love for Nat's affection.

But precisely because of this, their emotions tend to be extreme.

It's not her fault. Who would have thought that a werewolf and his entourage could destroy the sanatorium's security system?
Even now, Loretta still doesn't understand where those flames came from.

The sanatorium only caters to the most distinguished guests. To prevent accidents, there is almost no wood or paper; only the curtains can be easily set on fire.

Before becoming a priestess, Loretta was just the daughter of a clockmaker and a weaver, and was not very academic, so she did not understand the abilities of ether beyond anesthesia.

She simply interpreted it according to the pharmacist's explanation.

However, she knew at least that without the fire, the sanatorium's armed forces could have easily dealt with those two scoundrels. Now that all her manpower and the chimera had been reduced to ashes, her hatred for Clayton Bello had reached an unprecedented level.

However, she had one more trick up her sleeve.

Alexander Elevin, who was named by the Demon Lord, is currently in the dungeon.

The Hutton family did not place complete hope in the officers; their wealth was inferior to that of Basby, and their power to Oranster. If the officers went out of control, the Witches would be their last resort.

It is the cheapest force that can provide superhuman power.

In order to curry favor with the Witchcraft Society, they traded Alexander for Orlanster and then handed Alexander over to the Witchcraft Society in the North.

Loretta still needs to perform a second sacrifice to receive the Demon Lord's next instructions, but that will take some time, and she can't worry about those trivial matters right now.

She planned to follow tradition and first rape Alexander Elevin herself.

Her eternal master values ​​this man so highly, which means he possesses extraordinary qualities. Raping him would definitely be very beneficial. If she could also receive a gift from the Demon Lord, perhaps she could gain the power to face werewolves directly.

Loretta made up her mind; she would secretly ascend during this time of being hunted down!
"Guard the entrance and don't let anyone in. Release the new recruits, give them their weapons back, and let them deal with their old adversary, the werewolf," she instructed the jailer, then strode toward the cells holding the engineers.

The prison guards were also werewolves, and they were very strong, but Loretta instinctively didn't have any hope for them.

The sudden fire ignited her anger, but it also burned away her courage. Even though there were still plenty of people in the North District's Witchcraft Society, she believed she had been driven into a corner—Clayton Bello hadn't hidden his identity at all. He didn't fight in any other form, but with his own body. He even spared those who dared not fight him. Such a person was more terrifying than those low-key assassins who preferred to destroy evidence.

He either has something to rely on or he is the kind of person who truly disregards the law. The Witches and Demons Society, which needs to hide their true nature, are most afraid of such an opponent.

Clayton was just as terrible as his kinsmen in Weaudi.

No, he is more terrifying than them.

Because he dared to do this even though he was alone. If the hatred between him and the Witchcraft Guild cannot be resolved today, Loretta will live in fear forever. Such a ruthless person is most terrifying when he is out of sight, because you never know when or how he will deal with you.

He might appear at any moment and destroy your career and all your hard work.

The Holy Grail Order has already agreed to the deal. Once she and they have traded away the secrets the Mantra desires, the Witchcraft Society will remain the city's underground church.

She cannot stop here.

As the jailers began to carry out Loretta's orders, the elite militiamen who had served the Mutual of Faith emerged from the dungeon.

Now a new voice exists in their minds, and the vision it paints is their purpose.

The soldiers walked past the weapon racks, picked up their rifles one by one, and used the tactics they had learned to seal off the dungeon corridors, paying particular attention to the dungeon's only three exits.

They held their guns, held their breath, and waited for the enemy to enter their encirclement.

“Elder, can you tell what the firelight over there means?” Angel Redbeard asked.

A sudden burst of light in the North District caught her and Elder Kachiin's attention. The light was so bright that she almost thought the morning star had risen from the ground.

If not, then it's most likely a fire.

Elder Kachiin stroked his beard, going over the question again and again, perhaps thinking, or perhaps simply unable to answer.

Soon, the flames disappeared, becoming even dimmer than before the dazzling light appeared.

Was this really an accidental fire?
Angel began to doubt her previous judgment again; she had never heard of a fire being extinguished so easily.

Once a fire starts, it is difficult to extinguish, which is why arson is a more serious crime than murder.

Elder Kachiin then spoke up: "Someone is attacking that place."

"Kong Riona?"

"No, those werewolves aren't in the mood right now. Shurien, the current Black Claw chieftain is his son, and Opiros has no intention of eradicating the Lich King."

The dwarf pointed out the inappropriateness: "You mean that's the territory of the Witchcraft Guild? But you said before that the place with the lights on wouldn't be their territory."

“This rule doesn’t apply to the North District. There are no law enforcement officers there to govern them, and the clergy of the church are unwilling to open churches in the North District,” the elder said casually, but he clearly didn’t want Angel to continue arguing.

"Okay, but why? Can werewolves tolerate demon worshippers lingering around them?"

“Perhaps other werewolves can’t, but Opiros can. His thinking is too human,” the elder judged. “He knows that power is not about good or evil, but about order and chaos. Although the Lich Kings are a stinking pile of excrement, unfortunately, these filthy fellows have unintentionally maintained the stability of order. The rulers need them.”

“But this is really strange,” he murmured again, “I can’t figure out who would attack the Witchcraft Guild so openly. Could it be an outsider?”

"It seems the person attacking the Witchcraft Guild is just a kind passerby."

Angel told a joke that almost made the old man laugh.

The Witchcraft Society was established with the power of Ainate. Based on the principle of divine right of kings, the leader should be the person most favored by Ainate. However, Ainate is a fickle master, and there are always believers who are more favored by Him. The frequent transfer of power makes it impossible to accomplish anything.

Contrary to popular belief, the Witchcraft Society's system resembles that of ants. Superior queen ants migrate to other colonies to establish their own small kingdoms, and there is no ruler-subject relationship between different colonies. Unlike insects, Witchcraft Societies in different regions do not compete with each other; it is a very loosely organized group. Individual "ants" can be accepted by any colony and migrate freely, making it easier for the Witchcraft Society to "reproduce" and harder to count and capture.

Aside from the pilgrims heading north to Taunton, he couldn't think of anyone else who would have a reason to attack the Witchcraft Society.