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

Chapter 110 Flam: Destroy it, I'm tired.
Kefas returned late at night.

The situation was so bad that he was too lazy to even bother to investigate any responsibility.

The seal was completely broken, all the guards were killed in battle, and all the contained objects escaped and their whereabouts are unknown.

Upon learning the news, Flam was the one who couldn't hold back the most.

Because she was the one who spearheaded the setup of that seal back then, and Norn, the first court archmage whom she always criticized for his lack of skill, was also involved.

It can be said that the entire nation's resources were mobilized.

So, after all that effort, what exactly did the Empire seal away in the Brass Mountains outside the capital?

The answer is part of the prototype of the Demon King's Hand, and the Demon King's Castle components that are bound to these thirteen prototypes.

Originally, the empire intended to completely destroy the Demon King's castle after looting all the good stuff there.

The decision was reasonable, but problems soon arose.

The thirteen main parts of the Demon King's castle cannot be destroyed.

Each of the thirteen parts was guarded by a strange suit of armor comparable to that of an ordinary ninth-tier legendary warrior.

It coexists with the components of that part; that part cannot be destroyed without destroying the armor.

However, all subsequent attempts to destroy it failed.

Left with no other option, the empire chose to seal it off.

But now, the seal has been broken.

The contents inside have completely disappeared.

At this moment, Furam's mindset was extremely stable, so stable that she wanted to die.

Back then, Hinmel was still alive, the Iron Duke was still alive, and even though the Knight King had died in battle, the Empire's military might was at its peak.

Even so, they still suffered heavy casualties before they were able to seal and contain the black-armored army.

The Empire today... Flam, who used to just throw fireballs in the back and slack off, has now become a core fighting force!
The outlook is indeed bleak.

All she could do now was pray that Roland's strange spell would work on the armor.

In any case, those armors were just weapons created by the Demon King himself using rune inscriptions and magical technology.

Once the runic incantation that drives it is destroyed, it becomes nothing more than a pile of high-quality scrap metal.

"I wonder how that kid is doing with his mission in Blackthorn Territory."

"And Leah... I've already provided you with such good conditions, if you still can't win over this kid, then I can't help you anymore."

Frum sighed with some melancholy, then prepared to go to the palace to discuss the next steps with Salah, Iluvia, and Kefas.

……

Achoo! x2
Roland and Kalia sneezed simultaneously, then sniffed together in perfect unison.

"Hey you two, are you catching a cold? It won't be good if you make this noise when you sneak in."

Celinina, who was all ready and already in work mode, looked at her two teammates with a bit of speechlessness.

We're about to infiltrate, can you two get into character?
Roland shook his head: "Someone must be talking about me. It's definitely not a cold."

“Exactly, I always make sure I’m properly covered with a blanket when I sleep!” Kalia retorted.

Roland then shook the still-sleepy cat: "Hey, get up and get to work! If you keep sleeping, I'll throw you to the demons!"

“…Don’t assume that demons eat everything,” Cherlinina retorted.

"Wasn't I just trying to scare it? Huh, why isn't it moving? Is it dead?"

Roland shook the white ball of fur in his hand: "Why is it so quiet?"

"Stop, stop shaking it... You've already shaken it all together... And you're asking me why I'm not talking..."

Nash's voice came through, followed by a rather resentful cat face: "So, does it have to be at this time?"

Even if you had arrived a few hours earlier!

Seeing that the cat was still alive, Roland paid it no further attention. He held the cat and looked at Cellina and Kalia, saying, "Then let's stick to the plan. You two stay here, and I'll go in and see if there are any strange devices."

“Yes, just make a commotion if there’s danger,” Cellina reminded her. “For example, throw one of your grenades, landmines, or smoke grenades and make some noise so I’ll go in.”

"it is good."

After a brief exchange, Roland and the cat began their raid.

With invisibility and sensory interference activated simultaneously, Roland completely vanished from Cellina and Kalia's sight.

The next moment, Roland used Flash to arrive at the first location, the city defense army's armory.

The reason for coming here first is simple: it has the fewest people and the smallest area, making it the most convenient place to conduct investigations.

Roland nudged the cat: "It's your turn to shine. Help me see if there are any demons hiding here?"

Nash reluctantly began to sense things, and after Roland led it around the armory, it shook its head: "There's no trace of demons here right now."

"It doesn't have that unique magical aura that demons possess."

"Of course, that means not right now."

Roland nodded. Then he prepared to head to the next location.

If it is truly an important location, then there must be at least one demon guarding it around the clock.

Roland soon moved to a second location—a warehouse of rare materials located by the canal wharf in the west of the city.

In other words, the main city of Blackthorn Territory is not large. If it were the size of a royal capital, or even the size of Riskan, the round trip would be exhausting.

The river froze over due to the blizzard. River transport here has also been temporarily suspended.

However, a considerable number of people were still on duty at the dock. Although they were just playing cards and drinking in the warehouse, at least they served as a form of surveillance.

Roland held the cat and observed from the roof beam for a while, finally concluding that this was not the place they were looking for either.

The main reason was that the size of the warehouse was somewhat beyond Roland's expectations.

I originally thought it would be a huge warehouse, but when I arrived, I found that it was smaller than the academy's small auditorium.

Reluctantly, Roland went to the largest area.

Fur warehouse area.

A dozen warehouses stand neatly in this block, and even on snowy days, city guards still patrol the streets.

It's clear that fur is the main source of income for the locals, rather than so-called rare materials.

"Meow! This is it! So many demons! No, the whole street is full of demons!"

The cat's sudden excited meows made Roland a little uncomfortable: "Are you sure? You didn't sense anything wrong?"

"There's no mistake! The aura of the demons here is too strong... I even doubt whether there are any humans left here."

"Also, that warehouse at the end of the street not only has a lot of demons, but also a magical fluctuation that makes me very uncomfortable. Why don't you go and take a look there first?"

Roland nodded; he decided to take the suggestion.

He had no intention of competing with a dragon in terms of magical affinity, even if that dragon had already turned into a cat.

"Alright, your mission is complete. Now, hide quietly inside my clothes. I won't have any hands to hold you from now on."

"Meow! How heartless humans are!"

Despite his complaints, Mr. Stormfang obediently slipped into Roland's coat pocket.

The conclusion that cats are liquid has been strongly confirmed at this moment.

With a flash, Roland arrived directly inside the warehouse marked by Nash, and then he knew he had come to the right place.

The entire warehouse was very dark; there wasn't even a single kerosene lamp or torch, let alone any magical lamps.

Only the circular altar in the center of the warehouse, inlaid with a huge red crystal, emitted a faint red glow carrying a hint of blood.

Roland surveyed the warehouse floor, which was covered with complex magical conduits connecting strange instruments and incubation chambers throughout the warehouse, but all of these conduits eventually converged on the central altar.

"So this is the blood altar that Cellina was talking about... It really does look a bit eerie."

"Meow... Could you move away a bit? I'm really feeling unwell."

"Don't worry, you'll feel better soon."

Curse Enhancement Technique, Body Enhancement Technique... Roland, silently strengthening his body, finally swung the Sword of Silence and slashed towards the altar.

None of these actions attracted the attention of the guards inside the warehouse.

If nothing unexpected happens, they might not realize that someone has entered this place until Roland has completely destroyed the altar.

Unfortunately, as expected, something unexpected is about to happen at this point.

"boom!"

A stone hand gripped the blade.

"Gotcha, kid."

Roland sighed; he knew it…

The seized blade instantly turned into a puddle of liquid, breaking free from the grasp of the hand, and then quickly returned to Roland's side. By the time Cole reacted, Roland had vanished again.

"It's actually a gargoyle demon? I can't believe I've run into such a rare race..."

Roland looked down at Cole, who looked like a complete idiot, and started to complain.

Nash muttered to himself, "Don't be careless. Gargoyles are considered royal blood among the demons, and they're quite powerful!"

"Aside from being a bit cumbersome, it has almost no obvious weaknesses! Its body is sturdy and has built-in magic resistance, and its bloodline magic can manipulate earth and stone to form puppets, which can even fly! Although it flies a bit slowly, it really can fly!"

"Is this all taught at the Dragon Academy?" Roland asked.

"Yes, otherwise how would I know all this? There are no demons on Dragon Island."

"Did it say how to deal with it?"

"A head-on confrontation will suffice."

"Understand."

After finding a solution, Roland, who was hiding on the roof beam, began frantically throwing his stockpile of bombs down below.

The explosives and landmines that were originally intended for the assassins who came to the door all exploded in this warehouse.

The sky filled with anti-magic stone powder and various strange fragments hidden in the grenades instantly collapsed the heavy structure of the warehouse, and incidentally destroyed the blood altar as well.

But this did not harm the gargoyle.

It's not a big problem, though; Roland has already sensed that reinforcements have arrived.

With a flash of sword light, the warehouse, which was slowly collapsing, was instantly split in two, and even the gargoyle that had been approaching Roland had one of its wings cut off.

The next moment, the gargoyle was kicked away by Cherlinina.

For the first time, Roland experienced the fighting power of the beast-eared girl who had been wantonly toyed with by Kalia in the treehouse.

He was now increasingly convinced that the other party hadn't punched Kalia away; it was purely out of consideration for him and for that answer.

[Ding, congratulations host, you have arrived at the memory sealing point—the ruins of the fur warehouse district...]

(End of this chapter)