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

Chapter 108 Kalia's Animal Friends

Kalia wasn't happy.

No, I'm very unhappy.

Anyone would be upset if they woke up to find their boyfriend staring at another busty woman, right?
whispering sound.

Does the content of dreams have to be the opposite of reality?
She dreamt of such a perfect future, but when she woke up, she saw Roland was being fickle again.

What's even more damning is that that damned demon was actually wearing Roland's clothes!
I've never even worn it myself!

Roland had no idea what Kalia was thinking.

But judging from her expression and the force with which she pinched herself, it probably wasn't going to be a pleasant experience.

But soon something unexpected happened to Roland.

Surprisingly, Kalia didn't get angry as usual; instead, she remained unexpectedly quiet.

She simply pouted, reached out, pinched Roland's cheeks, and gently pulled them apart.

He didn't say a word the whole time, but walked angrily to the dining table next to him, pulled out a chair and sat down.

After confirming that there were no strange stains on the table, Kalia lay down on the table and stared intently at Roland.

Roland vaguely understood what Kalia meant.

He silently stood up, opened the storage cabinet next to the kitchen that was made by Furam and had its own refrigeration function, took out some ingredients that looked still edible, and then went into the kitchen.

Soon, Roland brought out a pot of stew.

Although the presentation was quite unappealing, the ingredients in the stew weren't particularly fresh.

But the aroma of the stew quickly cheered Kalia up.

Even though his face still had an expression that said something like "That's more like it" or "I'm angry, come and coax me," Roland knew that this guy had calmed down.

Once he's full... ah, this little bit of food probably won't be enough to fill him up, but anyway, he should be able to get back to his usual noisy self soon.

Strangely enough, although Roland usually found Kalia noisy, he was actually a little unaccustomed to her being quiet.

At that moment, Cherlinina, who had already finished washing her clothes, poked her head out and asked, "Is dinner ready?"

"Hmm," Roland replied, propping his head up with his hand, and then waved to Cellina.

"If you want to eat, hurry up and come over, or Kalia will eat it all..."

"Ah, you don't need to come anymore, Kalia has already eaten them all."

Roland got up somewhat helplessly and took the pot from the table back to the kitchen.

His biggest mistake was only thinking about buying dry food and snacks when he returned from the main city.

He should have bought more ingredients.

Cherlinina walked over with a puzzled look on her face, then paused for a moment when she saw Kalia, who was clearly not full and was radiating a helpless and dejected aura.

Kalia's appetite clearly surprised her.

Roland then brought out the last pot of clear soup and three bowls from the kitchen.

Calling it clear broth would be an exaggeration; this pot of water is just a little salt, carrots, and some celery leaves.

After placing the item on the table, Roland took out a stack of hard, knife-resistant wheat-based food products from his storage ring.

"Let it soak in the hot spring to soften it before eating. I forgot to buy food today because of my tight schedule."

"Just deal with it."

"Oh, Kalia, here's your snack, though it's just some dried fruit and chocolate."

After dividing the bowls and soup, Roland also divided the dry rations, and then somewhat reluctantly soaked the dry rations, which were harder than the bowls, into the soup.

As it slowly dissolves in water, the originally salty boiled water turns into a bowl of thick soup.

A perfectly standard meal to maintain vital signs.

Although Roland hadn't eaten this for a long time either.

The last time he ate something like this was when he and old Lancelot went on an adventure and got trapped in a cave while waiting for rescue.

That's what old Lancelot did back then.

Roland picked up the bowl and took a sip... Hmm, it still tastes familiar.

It didn't taste good; it had little flavor and was a bit sticky in my throat.

But it was still barely edible.

Cellina didn't say anything; this was at least some proper food, considering she had literally lived a life of hardship.

She's eaten a little bit of everything, both edible and inedible, and this bowl of noodle soup is considered above average among all the things she's ever eaten.

Kalia wasn't picky about food; she even shared some of the small bag of dried fruit with Cellina and Roland.

Overall, the meal was quite enjoyable for both the host and guests.

Cellina ate the fastest; she practically finished the bowl of porridge in one gulp, then turned around to grab her clothes and ran to the fireplace to dry them.

Of course, she still placed a wooden basin on the floor to prevent water from dripping onto the floor.

If you include the silly cat sleeping like a corpse next to the fireplace, the scene is surprisingly harmonious.

"Roland, how's the situation today? Have you gathered any intelligence?"

After barely managing to eat half a meal, Kalia felt a bit more energetic. She propped her head up with her hands and looked at Roland, asking him a question.

"The intelligence... is very complicated."

Roland thought for a moment and gave an ambiguous answer.

It's bound to be complicated. I initially thought it was just that the demons had spies in the area, preparing to cause trouble.

Unexpectedly, on the way back, we encountered some ancient artifacts left over from the Demon King War.

This immediately complicated the situation in Blackthorn Territory.

"Is it dangerous? Maybe we should just hide inside this barrier."

Kalia became somewhat nervous when Roland suddenly stopped talking.

After all, Floram wasn't with her this time, and Kalia felt like she was back in those nights in Riskan. Roland shook his head: "As it stands, the danger isn't particularly great."

"I was just thinking about something else..."

"Don't be too nervous, we'll head to the main city tomorrow morning."

"As long as we destroy that device that interferes with the communication magic, we can escape danger."

"Us?" Kalia pointed to herself. "Am I going too?"

"Okay, bring the cat along too."

"Is the cat going too? It's just a cat!"

"It's a dragon... Maybe we can find a way to break the curse seal on it, and then we'll have a dragon teammate."

Roland was speechless at Kalia's intense reaction.

It hasn't been long, and Kalia has already started to really think of the silly cat as a cat.

I've said it so many times, a cat dragon is still a dragon. You can't really think it's a cat just because it has no fighting ability and looks like a white fluffy ball.

Kalia laughed awkwardly, "I almost forgot, after all, this guy is really cute, and he can talk! A talking cat! I've never seen anything like it before!"

"Let's not talk about this anymore. I'll bring the cat along to infiltrate and identify the demons."

"You and Celinina will provide support for me on the outside."

"Once the sabotage is successful, immediately use your innate spell to evacuate us."

"Of course, if we fail, you and Cellina can just rush in and help me."

"The demons in the city have likely suffered heavy losses, so there's no need to worry too much."

After listening to Roland's plan, Kalia nodded.

She didn't have any objections, after all, although her direct combat ability was not weak, it wasn't really that strong.

Especially now, she still has many seals and suppressing runes left by the old woman inside her body.

Even replicating Riskan's alleyway god-like state would be difficult.

Cellina, who was warming herself by the fireplace, said, "Just a reminder."

"Remember to cover your face with something tomorrow."

"Although the other party is a demon, their status still matters."

“I know you have powerful connections, but let’s keep things separate. Don’t reveal your identities before you have sufficient evidence.”

"Even if revealing your identity won't cause you much trouble, you still have to consider the impact on public opinion."

"Don't let others pay the price for your carelessness."

"The turmoil in the capital has just subsided, and people are restless at this time. It's best to avoid making any more noise."

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Upon realizing that the blue demon was approaching, Cellina quietly moved to the side.

There was no way around it; the first impression Kalia made on her today was simply too overwhelming.

This forced her to back down a bit.

Kalia quickly proved that Cellina's vigilance was not unfounded.

In the instant they got close, Kalia reached out and touched Cherlinina's ear.

Cellina; "!!!!!!!"

"what are you up to!?"

"open!"

"No...not there!"

"Aaaaaah!!! Stop it! Roland, aren't you going to do anything about this?!"

"No, no, no, no, no, no!!!!"

"It itches so much... I... I can't hold onto my clothes anymore!!!"

Roland nodded with satisfaction as he watched Kalia and Cellina wrestle together.

Is this fate?

If it weren't for me, the two of us would probably have become very good friends, right?
Although Cherlinina kept saying no, her body language betrayed her.

Otherwise, Kalia would have kicked him away long ago.

Roland didn't believe that this person was completely incapable of resisting.

"so good."

"Kalia has made a new friend."

"Are you really just going to stand there and watch?! Aren't you going to do anything about it?!"

Cellina wailed at Roland.

Roland: "(Unconcerned)"

Why should we interfere?

Don't you two get along quite well?
It's basically the woman petting the dog.

If Roland had known that Cellina and Kalia would get along like this, he wouldn't have worried about so many unnecessary things.

It can only be said that predestined fate is truly wondrous.

Soon, Cellina, who had been exhausted from being played with by Kalia, could only lie on the ground panting heavily.

The clothes she had painstakingly dried halfway fell into the wooden basin and became wet again.

Looks like it needs to be dried again.

I just don't know if there will be a strange smell clinging to it the next day.

(End of this chapter)