From Wild Mage to Wizard King.

Chapter 407 What She Pursues

"Thank you for your patronage."

As the clerk's voice fell, Roland also walked out of the store carrying the packaged desserts.

Considering that Hela had been in charge of the mining of the Tears of the Moon in the buffer zone for some time, and had been lying in bed for so long after becoming addicted to magic, Roland came over and packed her a few of her favorite desserts in order to reward her.

After walking out of the store, Roland also looked in the direction of Apocalypse City Hall.

Well, let’s walk back. It’s not very far. There’s no need to teleport there.

Roland pursed his lips, picked up the packed dessert, and walked slowly towards the city hall.

As he walked, his thoughts drifted away as he silently pondered how he should treat the awakened Hela.

Do people with demon addiction retain the memory of their onset?
In memory, some of the addicts retained their memories, while others did not.

Roland was somewhat helpless. He did not know much about magic addiction. Most of the time, the magic addicts he encountered were BOSSes, and he would just go straight into the battle after just a glance at the guide. As for the introduction and plot of the BOSS, Roland was too lazy to read it in detail.

Therefore, Roland only knew about the existence of magic addiction, and because he had done some magic addiction missions with the team, although the plot was skipped, he still knew how to treat magic addiction.

As a sixth-ring spellcaster, Hela will most likely retain her memories. If she does, how should I face her?

Entering the City Hall, Roland bypassed the public places and went deeper into the City Hall. As he went deeper, he was thinking and was a little undecided.

Roland touched his neck with his free hand. He had already cleaned up the traces left by Hela.

but.
He placed his hand on the skin of his neck, and an inexplicable feeling welled up in him.

Thinking of Hela's actions in the study before, Roland's earlobes turned slightly red.

Could it be that I am moved?

Roland lifted the spell that concealed his face and returned to his original appearance. Then he noticed that there was something wrong with his blood flow, causing his earlobes to seem a little red.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and forced his body to return to normal, and his slightly red earlobes also returned to normal.

Are you tempted? You are just coveting her body, you are so cheap.

Roland regained his composure, complained to himself in his heart, and then threw all the messy thoughts in his mind out of the way. Why think so much? Just pretend that nothing happened and treat it as usual.

Hela is just one step away from becoming a high-level spellcaster. She will take the last step sooner or later. High-level spellcasters have a long lifespan.

They are both still relatively young and have a long life ahead of them, so there is no rush, just take it slow.

Let's wait a few more years to confirm her thoughts.

Roland thought silently and finally made a decision.

Standing in front of Hela's room, Roland adjusted his state, and after confirming that he had no loopholes, he gently pushed open the door.

After entering the bedroom, Roland also saw Hela lying on the bed, her whole body curled up in the quilt with only her head exposed. After hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, she looked over and met Roland's gaze.

After their eyes met, Hela’s gaze wandered away.

It seems that the memory is left.

Roland kept smiling, feeling somewhat helpless inside.

He strolled to Hela's bed and glanced at the metal tray on the bedside table. Seeing that there was no place to put the dessert, Roland raised the dessert in his hand and said with a smile.

“Hela, I bought you some desserts. You can put this away.”

Hela looked at the dessert in Roland's hand, and subconsciously looked at Roland's smile. She quickly looked at the metal chassis of the bedside table and said in a low voice.

"Yes!"

Having said that, Hela quickly put the metal chassis back into the space bracelet.

After Hela put away the metal tray, Roland placed the dessert on the bedside table. He looked around the room and couldn't find a stool, so he sat down directly on the bed.

"How do you feel now?"

Roland looked at Hela, who avoided his gaze, and asked with concern as if nothing had happened.

"Much better."

After Roland sat down on the bed, Hela shrank back into the quilt, twisting her feet nervously as she spoke in a low voice.

Roland nodded and said.

"Please stretch out your hand so I can check it."

"Ah."

Hela responded in a low voice, then stretched out her right hand from under the quilt.

Roland placed his right hand on her wrist, magic power slowly flowed into her body, he closed his eyes evasively, and began to check her condition.

Curled up in the quilt, Hela felt the warmth on her wrist. The touch of her skin reminded her of the time in the study when she tore open Roland's clothes and
Hela blushed at the thought.

Compared to Roland, who is a six-ring knight and can fully control his body, Hela, who is only a three-ring knight, cannot suppress her own changes, although as a six-ring spellcaster, she can also use magic to control it.

However, due to the treatment of magic addiction, Hela's magic power is now very low, and it is also restricted by Roland's magic circle. Once mobilized, it will break through the magic circle. Therefore, Hela can only bite her lips lightly.

Roland, who was checking Hela's condition, naturally noticed the changes in her body. He could also guess what she was thinking, but he felt a little embarrassed and chose to ignore it, pretending that he didn't notice it.

Roland carefully checked Hela's internal condition. His magic addiction had been completely suppressed. Although it had not yet fully recovered, the affected parts of Hela's body had calmed down after losing the stimulation of magic.

As long as the status quo is maintained, Hela will not suffer from magic addiction. Next, he will wait for Hela's body to recover slowly on its own, or Roland will use his own high-level magic power that will not be affected or irritated to the body to treat her.

"Yes, I have recovered well. In the past few months, I have restricted the places where I have been trying not to let magic flow in and try not to cast spells. However, if you encounter danger, you still have to cast spells. But you have to come back to me immediately."

Roland withdrew his hand, without opening his eyes, and spoke calmly.

Hela blinked and quickly adjusted her situation. With a trace of shame still on her face, she shrank into the quilt and responded in a low voice.

"I see."

"Ah."

"Are you hungry? If so, you can have some snacks first."

Roland turned his head, opened his eyes, looked at the wall opposite the bed, paused, and continued.

"I'll go get you something to eat."

After saying that, Roland was about to get up. At this moment, Hela reached out her hand from under the quilt, grabbed the corner of Roland's clothes, and spoke.

"I'm not hungry."

“Is that so?” Roland responded, glancing at Hela’s hand that was holding onto his shirt, and silently sat back down on the bed.

He sat upright on the edge of the bed, his back to Hela, his eyes fixed intently on the opposite wall.

It seemed like they had been sitting there for a long time, or maybe only for a moment. Feeling that Hela's hand holding the corner of his clothes had not loosened, Roland began to sweat.

"Roland."

Listening to the somewhat gentle voice behind him, Roland silently suppressed the strange feeling that surged in his heart and spoke in a calm tone.

"what happened?"

“I wonder sometimes.”

Behind Roland, the girl showed her face from under the quilt. Her face was a little pink from being covered in the quilt. Crystal beads of sweat slid down her eyelashes, and her black eyes were so wet that they seemed to be dripping with water.

"It would be nice if it could always be like the time in the Kes Mountains. I wouldn't have to think about so many things and could just follow you, Roland."

Feeling Hela's movements, Roland's body stiffened slightly.

Hela's words were a little unclear due to nervousness, and her voice was obviously trembling. She grabbed the corner of Roland's clothes and touched him, then extended her hand along the clothes to Roland's abdomen, and her other hand also touched him.

She gently hugged Roland from behind, with her head resting on his back and her slightly wet upper body gently pressed against Roland's.

"I want to be a wise, mature, and courageous spellcaster like you, but I am still a half-baked spellcaster. It's really outrageous."

"Every time at an important moment, I couldn't help you. Every time I could only be a bystander, waiting for the end like everyone else."

"You are already very good, Hela. Who else can become a sixth-ring spellcaster at such a young age as you? Even Littorio, when he was as young as you, had just become a fourth-ring spellcaster."

Roland patted her hands gently, comforting her tenderly while signaling her to let go.

However, Hela did not obey. Instead, she held it tighter and whispered.

"Not enough. I want to stand by your side. I want to be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with you. I don't want to be a bystander. I don't want to be treated like a child."

Hela moved her body upwards, pressing a larger area against Roland. At the same time, the blanket on her body also slipped off.

"Roland has always been gentle. He is gentle to everyone."

Hela's tone gradually became dangerous.

"Hela?"

Roland's spirituality was constantly reminding him. He held Hela's hands and called her softly.

"Obviously. Obviously I was here first."

Hela hugged him tighter, moved her body slightly upward, rubbed her head gently against Roland's neck, and whispered.

Roland paused. His spirituality was telling him that unless he broke free from Hela and teleported away directly, something unexpected might happen next. However, he did not escape. Instead, he tried to adjust the atmosphere and said.

"What came first? Is Hela jealous?"

"Ah."

While Roland was joking, Hela nodded vigorously and spoke in a firm tone.

Hearing her words, Roland was also stunned for a moment, and spoke with a little hesitation.

"Who?"

How could he not know? To be honest, ever since coming to Donnar, Roland has been working as busy as a top, and the only time he had some leisure time was in recent years.

Over the years, Roland has basically devoted himself to the work of the War Committee, and his interactions with people are basically for work. Except for Hela, Roland and other people in the committee are just ordinary superiors and subordinates.

When Roland was thinking about who he had been close to recently, Hela suddenly pulled Roland down.

Roland was caught off guard and fell backwards onto Hela's soft bed. His red eyes widened as he met a pair of moist, watery black pupils.

His spirit was beating violently, and Roland felt that what was about to happen might not be good. Just when he was about to interrupt, Hela, who was particularly rebellious today, suddenly reached out her hand to cover her mouth, turned over and pressed him down on the bed.

Because her major was dark elements and negative energy, Hela's hands were a little cold. She placed them on Roland's face, as if she was greedily absorbing the heat from Roland's body.

Hela, who had boldly pushed Roland, was trembling, and her eyes were shaking. She felt particularly nervous and exerted a lot of effort, as if she had used up all her courage to make these movements.

Hela’s tightly bitten lips turned pale, but her cheeks were a little wet and red.

"I am to Roland. To you..."

"I like it!"

"I want to stay by your side forever. No matter when, you will hug me when I open my arms, and kiss me when I close my eyes. We can face difficulties together. In short! I like you, the love of a lover! I want to be with you forever."

“Although I still have many shortcomings, but…”

Hela blushed and spoke loudly.

"I will work hard to be someone who can stand by your side!"

Hela spoke for a long time, most of which was difficult to hear due to her speaking speed, and her excited and trembling voice also made her words seem a little strange.

After saying so many words in one breath, Hela's lung capacity was a little insufficient. She was gasping for breath, and as the two of them were so close to each other, the sound of her teeth trembling and colliding due to nervousness was very clear.

As if she was afraid to look at Roland, Hela closed her eyes after her confession, her face looking a little nervous.

Although he wanted to pretend that he didn't hear clearly, as a high-level spellcaster, Roland still heard Hela's entire confession clearly. However, with Hela covering his mouth, Roland couldn't answer and he couldn't speak now.

Didn't I come to visit Hela and check her condition? How did she suddenly become like this?
Feeling Hela's increasingly strong hands, Roland felt helpless. If he were an ordinary person, Hela would probably have achieved an achievement: smothering the person she confessed to to death with her own hands on the day of the confession.

Helplessly, Roland could only look at the nervous Hela in front of him, waiting for her to let go and let him speak.

After not getting an answer, Hela's face darkened a little. She gently opened her eyes and blurry tears finally fell.

Hela's tears fell on Roland's face, and Roland became even more helpless.

Love makes people demented, Hela, please let me go.

However, Hela looked aggrieved and crying.
so cute.
No, no.

Roland shook his head in his heart and put his strange thoughts behind him. However, he changed his mind and realized that there was nothing he could do now. Hela was in poor health and was extremely nervous and uneasy. If Roland did something, Hela would be easily stressed. He should just wait and see.

Hmm. How long will it take her to react?
Roland looked at Hela helplessly, thinking about this question silently in his heart.

　The Commission’s Education Department reminds you: The wise do not fall in love, and the extraordinary will have a smooth journey.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)