My dear witch, please turn evil according to the script!

Chapter 107 I'm going to make you mine, hehehe~~~
Cellina continued her analysis: "It's very likely that when he was lying in ambush with us, he bumped into that thing and then changed his mind."

"But why didn't he choose to run, but instead chose to stand in the way of that thing?"

"Normally, as long as a demon doesn't launch an attack, it won't target other demons."

"Take the initiative, fight to the death, and in the end, even if it means death, unleash the Blood Pool spell—a near-suicidal move for the Blood Demon—to seal its mobility..."

"What on earth is this guy thinking?"

Roland felt somewhat helpless as he watched Cellina start talking to herself again.

What exactly is that thing?!
What's the origin of those suits of armor soaking in pools of blood? Voldemort? They don't even dare say his name?
"What is this? I'm not a demon, I don't understand."

Seeing that Cherlinina had been talking for so long but still hadn't revealed the real name of the armor, Roland, getting a little impatient, decided to directly state his opinion.

Cellina, somewhat embarrassed, scratched her cheek with her finger before explaining, "The Demon King's Hand. That's what the demons call these moving suits of armor."

"I don't know much about these armors either."

"All we know is that there are 3,333 of these armors, and each one was forged by the Demon King himself."

"Within each suit of armor, the souls of demons, humans, elves, and even dragons are mixed together."

"Legend has it that every demon who sees the Demon King's hand will feel a fear that originates from the very soul."

"I didn't believe this before, until I actually saw it..."

Seeing that Cellina fell silent again as she spoke, Roland chose not to ask any more questions about her origins.

He could tell that Cherlinina was genuinely afraid.

"You said those suits of armor were alive because they housed souls?"

"Yes, they are no different from living people, with their own thoughts and ideas, and they can even talk."

"Although they usually remain silent, never uttering a sound, they simply carry out the orders given by the Demon King, silently destroying any obstacles in their path."

After saying that, Cellina added a cardigan: "Of course, these are all just legends."

"Although three hundred years is not a long time for demons, after the Demon King died, these Demon King Hands disappeared along with the Demon King's death and the collapse of the Demon King's City, and never appeared again."

"This is the first time I've ever seen this Demon King's Hand."

Listening to Cellina's story, Roland also realized something.

"Alright, let's ignore this damned Demon King's Hand for now."

"Anyway, this thing is temporarily soaking in that blood pool, and thanks to it, at least we have one less opponent."

Roland quickly chose to ignore this seemingly mystical thing.

This kind of moving armor sounds terrifying, but in most movies and entertainment works, this kind of setting usually becomes a high-level stepping stone.

Some unlucky ones will even be taken back by the protagonist to be used as raw materials.

Roland's understanding of the current situation is becoming increasingly clear.

Remove the communication interference, and if possible, eliminate the demon race.

As long as communication with the capital is smooth, everything will be alright.

When the heavenly soldiers arrive, what difficulties will be insurmountable?
Cellina thought that made sense.

It's strange and abrupt that the Demon King's Hand, which has been missing for three hundred years, would appear in a place like Blackthorn Territory.

But that's not something they need to worry about right now.

"Sorry, I was just nervous."

"If you're feeling nervous, take a shower and relax when you get to the treehouse."

"I just wonder when the governor of the city will discover that blood pool."

After he finished speaking, it officially got dark.

The winter sun is short-lived, and when a blizzard hits, the sky darkens almost instantly.

Roland silently raised his finger, demonstrating his maxed-out Flash spell – precise control allowed Roland to adjust the brightness of the Flash spell to just the right level.

Cellina was shocked; she had never seen a mage who had mastered the Flash spell to such an extent.

Using the light from the Flash spell, the two sped up and completed the rest of the journey.

The two stepped into the barrier, then pushed open the door of the treehouse and went inside.

Roland stood at the door, turned around, picked up his snow-covered cloak, shook it to remove the snow, and then hung it on the coat rack by the door.

Cellina followed suit.

After all, this was the first time she had properly entered a human's home through the front door.

Soon Roland saw Kalia lying on her side on the sofa, asleep, covered with a blanket.

She was still clutching a book in her hand, which was hanging down to the ground.

As for the silly cat... I don't know if the dragon cub was affected by the cat's body, but it lay down next to the fireplace in the house and curled up into a white ball of fur.

The ferocious dragon Nash Stormfang ultimately could not escape the warm glow of the fireplace and was turned into a white ball of fur.

Roland couldn't even find its head and tail.

Cellina then said, "Using the bathroom shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"I think it should be fine. Although it's Ms. Flam's house, she probably doesn't have the habit of setting up demon identification runes in the bathroom."

To be honest, Cellina wasn't nervous at first, but now she's a little nervous.

She hadn't taken a proper bath in a long time, and finding a place with a proper bathroom was a rare treat, so she ultimately chose to risk her life.

After Cellina left, Roland walked up to Kalia and pulled the blanket, which had slipped down a bit, over her to cover her up.

He casually picked up the novel from Kalia's hand. He was a little curious about what kind of novels Kalia usually read.

But after he picked up the book and glanced at it, he shook his head in disappointment.

After placing the bookmark from the coffee table between the pages Kalia had just read, he closed the book and put it back on the coffee table.

For Roland, who had been deeply influenced by various cultural and entertainment works in his previous life, the novel's plot wasn't bad, but rather the writing style didn't quite suit his taste.

Just like all the novels he had ever read in his life.

The plots are sometimes novel, sometimes formulaic but still exciting, but their writing style is filled with an awkwardness similar to dubbed films.

Just as Roland was about to take out the food he had brought for Kalia and put it on a plate, Kalia, who was fast asleep, suddenly reached out and grabbed Roland's left index finger.

"Ugh...don't go..."

"Don't leave me alone..."

"I'll be scared..."

Despite talking in her sleep, Kalia maintained a faint smile on her lips.

What kind of dream is this guy having?

Since he had nothing else to do for the time being, Roland simply squatted down and decided to collect some of Kalia's dream quotes.

However, what Kalia said next in her sleep gave Roland a chill down his spine.

"Don't go..."

"I will not let you go."

"I won't let you go, Roland... huff... huff... huff..."

Roland's eyes showed a hint of fear.

What's going on with this guy?
But even more terrifying things are yet to come.

"I've already told you, I won't let you go."

"I won't give you to anyone. I'm going to make you mine... Hehehe, hehehe~~~"

"Didn't we agree on this... for a lifetime... for a lifetime... huff... huff..."

As another breath was heard, Roland felt that his situation seemed somewhat dangerous.

He tried to pull his fingers out of Kalia's hand.

Unfortunately, Kalia held on very tightly.

Roland began to doubt whether Kalia was really asleep.

After all, this guy has done it before, pretending to be tired and playing the victim to gain sympathy.

It's not impossible for him to pretend to be asleep right now!

Even if this guy seems to be sleeping soundly, what if he's just acting?

"I don't want...and I don't want to lose anything more..."

Kalia tightened her grip on Roland's fingers slightly, then fell completely silent.

There was no silly laughter, no dangerous remarks, only the sound of even breathing.

Even the hand that had been gripping Roland's fingers loosened its grip, allowing Roland to easily pull his fingers out without attracting any attention from Kalia.

Although there was no sound, judging from Kalia's expression, this guy must be having a wonderful dream, right?
At that moment, the bathroom door was pushed open, and accompanied by a thin mist from the hot water, Cellina, who had just done a quick cleaning, came out with her ears and wet hair.

Do you have any spare clothes? I only realized after showering that I forgot to bring any clothes.

"I'm not picky about clothes, just give me anything."

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"No, it's nothing."

Roland silently looked away from the other person, then took a shirt and trousers from his storage ring and tossed them to Cellina.

"Next time you come out, remember not to just cover your chest. I think there should be plenty of towels in the bathroom."

After listening, Cellina simply gave Roland a puzzled look before turning around and going to change her clothes.

Humans are really strange.

I clearly blocked everything that needed to be blocked.

The bottom is also well covered by its tail.

Forget it, if she hadn't forgotten to bring a change of clothes when she went out, and the clothes she was wearing were already starting to smell a bit, and she probably wouldn't be able to fit into Kalia's size, she wouldn't have asked Roland to borrow them.

Cellina quickly changed her clothes and came out.

I have to say, good-looking people look good in anything.

The seemingly sloppy outfit of a white shirt and black trousers somehow took on a model-like quality on Cherlinina.

The two buttons on the other person's chest were a little too tight, as if they were about to burst open at any moment.

"Hmm...is it still a bit small?"

Cellina tugged at her shirt, but unfortunately, she couldn't pull it all the way up.

Roland, who was politely observing Cellina, felt his arm being pinched.

He turned his head and saw Kalia looking at him with her lips pursed.

"You bastard, you were looking at another woman just now, weren't you?"

(End of this chapter)