Miss Witch’s Devotion Has Gone… Twisted

"Loren is mine. I am the one true wife."

Cecelia licked her lips and declared it.

Loren hadn't expected Cecelia to suddenly pull something like this either. He was caught completely off guard, and Laila, not to be outdone, came over and planted a kiss on Loren's lips.

"Hey, you two..."

Before Loren could even get out a retort, Reflection Naclis, who had been hiding in Loren's shadow, made her move as well.

She put Loren in an awkward bind, leaving him only able to watch as Cecelia and Laila glared daggers at each other.

This was something Loren hadn't anticipated. He never thought he'd actually experience something like this.

"Ahem, let's pause for a moment... let's eat first. We can talk about this after the meal..."

Loren could only divert the topic and shelve the matter for now:

"In a bit, I'll go see Ofemia and dig up some recent intelligence, then continue making puppets...