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

Chapter 120 The Dream Should End, Weaver

Outside the treehouse.

Cellina, who had just dealt with the enemy with Flam, suddenly turned around and looked at the treehouse.

"Ms. Flam... something seems to have happened at the treehouse!"

Frum kept her head down and didn't speak. She simply waved her staff and burned all the corpses of the enemies in front of her, imprisoning their souls and roasting them with the flames.

She realized it was too late.

Fortunately... fortunately, it happened within this barrier.

"Ms. Fram!"

"Don't rush, little demon."

Frum turned and glanced at Cherlinina: "It's no use worrying."

"You can't possibly not recognize these guys, can you?"

Cellina nodded: "The Chaos Brotherhood of Madmen... But why did they come here, and what spell did they just cast?"

“...That’s not a spell.”

"It is a divine oracle."

Flam's expression was somewhat serious: "Many people believe that the god worshipped by the Chaos Brotherhood does not exist, or is just an ordinary evil god, not worth fearing."

"But... that was just a tacit lie between humans, elves, and even demons."

"That deity does indeed exist."

“It is even more special than the true gods worshipped by the Holy See.”

"He is free to bring his power down to the mortal world."

"This is why the Chaos Brotherhood was able to grow to its current state instead of being destroyed in the Demon King War."

"Being able to run and hide wouldn't have allowed it to survive the combined attack of the Demon Royal Court and the human alliance, let alone develop to this day."

Fram's explanation somewhat shattered Cherlinina's worldview.

She had naturally heard of oracles.

Even the demon race has its own gods, both in the past and present.

Even that Demon King, according to legend, became so powerful only after receiving divine revelation.

Divine pronouncements, which are on a higher level than divine revelation, exist almost exclusively in legends.

The few recorded instances of divine pronouncements in the world mostly occurred during the Demon King's War.

A minority occurred in the more distant past.

And now, a group of Chaos Brotherhood lunatics have actually released a divine decree toward the treehouse... What is their purpose?
Frum looked very unwell.

Despite all the precautions, things still went wrong right under my nose!

Have those Chaos Brotherhood members finally gone mad? They just casually used up an oracle like that?!

Flam, who had dealt with the Chaos Brotherhood many times before, was well aware of the value of the Oracle.

This is the very foundation upon which the Chaos Brotherhood exists!
Although, as far as Flam knew, that god could freely unleash power.

But the prerequisite is that His followers must be able to contact Him!

This is not a simple matter.

It's fair to say that these divine pronouncements are becoming increasingly rare, because in this day and age, no one can say for sure when they will be able to successfully contact their own deity again and pray for divine pronouncements and power.

Did you do all that just to provoke Kalia into going berserk?

These lunatics' obsession really runs deep...

After hiding Kalia for so long, did I finally fail to keep it a secret?
Looking back now, could the Riskan incident have actually been targeted at Kalia?

Even the capital city...

Some of the confusion in Frum's mind was resolved at this moment.

She had only imagined an event in which Roland was not involved when she suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.

"Ms. Flam... inside the barrier..."

Compared to the preoccupied Fram, Cellina was more concerned about Roland's life or death.

After all, he hadn't even gotten the answer from the questioner yet.

What if Roland dies here?!

After all that work, from the capital to Blackthorn Territory, and being bothered by Kalia's constant touching and manipulating, wouldn't it be a waste if it all came to nothing in the end?
Furam looked at the barrier, which had originally emitted only a faint glow, but now appeared even darker and more profound than the night itself.

She shook her head: "I know what you're thinking."

“I could indeed forcibly interrupt Leah’s rampage… but that would likely backfire.”

“You don’t understand Leah’s true power and magic. The shadow is just a manifestation of her abilities. Within this shadow lies the deepest and most terrifying dream.”

"Over the years, she has never truly used her power, partly due to my guidance and sealing, and partly due to her own inner resistance to this power."

“If Leah hadn’t interrupted the flow of power herself… her own consciousness and Roland’s consciousness, which was already under the influence of her spell, might have been trapped in the dream.”

Cellina grew anxious: "Are we just going to stand by and do nothing?"

Frum was silent for a moment, then looked at Cherlinina with surprise.

"Are you... that worried about Roland's safety?"

"He promised to give me what he wanted, but he hasn't! What am I going to do if he dies like this?!"

Cellina's answer surprised Flam for a moment, and then she said, "Actually, it's not entirely impossible. It's just that the risk is quite high."

"If you'd like, I can assist you."

"Of course, I will ensure your safety. I will pull you away from that dream before your consciousness is about to sink."

As she spoke, Flam waved her staff: "Mind stealth. As long as you can sneak into a dream and wake up either Leah or Roland, that will do."

Cellina nodded: "I'll go!"

Seeing that Cherlinina was so determined, Fram stopped trying to persuade her.

Just as Flam decided to cast a spell to send Cherinina's consciousness into the dream within the barrier, a green light pierced the darkness within. Soon, the darkness that permeated the barrier vanished.

Upon realizing that Roland's magical little skill had come into play, Flam immediately rushed into the treehouse with Cherlinina.

……

(A faint echo)

Roland stared at the blurry-faced blue-haired girl in front of him, and subconsciously raised his fist and bumped it with hers.

He didn't know why, but he felt he should do it.

In his hazy memory, he seemed to have done something similar.

Curiosity and unease led Roland to ask the girl before him, "Who are you?"

The girl remained silent, but Roland saw a faint smile on her face, which was indistinct even in terms of features.

She got up, walked to Roland's side, and then hugged him.

"!!!"

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

Roland suddenly opened his arms, the Sword of Silence in his hand, and swung it at the girl in front of him.

As the girl's head rolled on the ground, her true face was finally revealed.

A pool of writhing, ominous shadows coalesced into an unidentified creature as tall as a person.

The severed head quickly turned into a shadow and merged into the monster's body.

Roland swung his sword again, finally slaying the monster.

The next moment, he returned to his familiar home.

Old Lancelot continued to support Roland, his eyes filled with worry.

But to Roland at that moment, that look in his eyes became somewhat terrifying.

That wasn't the worried expression a father would show when he was concerned about his son.

It's more like... the worry of a hunter who feels sorry for the prey that is about to be caught.

Roland, supported by old Lancelot, rose to his feet and then let out a long sigh.

He put his hand on old Lancelot's shoulder: "It's time to wake up from this dream."

"I think I've figured out the current situation."

“Eivaz…”

A blinding green light burst forth from Roland's body, and soon everything in front of him melted away.

Old Lancelot, still without turning around, watched as "Kalia" busied herself in the kitchen—the familiar home.

Everything turned into pitch-black nothingness under the green light.

The green light stopped in front of the equally dark prison cell.

In the pitch-black prison, a winding shadow flowed out from beneath Kalia, who was trapped inside.

All the surrounding shadows transformed into solid walls that rapidly pressed inwards, and into omnipresent sharp blades and spears that attacked Roland.

Stop Roland from approaching the prison.

Roland simply stood there, and a sapling sprouted from the ground in front of him, which then quickly grew into a towering tree.

The rapidly spreading branches and vines instantly dismantled the cage before them, shattering all the darkness.

It's time to wake up from the dream, weaver.

……

When Roland woke up from this somewhat eerie dream, he found himself lying on the floor.

But was that really a dream?

No, why would I have such a dream?
Wait, how come the passive effect of the World Tree's protection is working again?

What happened?!
Roland got up from the floor and looked at Kalia, who was still sleeping on the bed like a corpse.

This scene... it feels so familiar.

What did I see in my dream?

How come... I can't remember anything?

I clearly remembered some of it just now.

Just as Roland stood there in a daze, the door was kicked open with a bang.

Yes, kick it open.

If Roland hadn't caught it quickly, the flying door would have almost hit him squarely in the face.

"What's going on?! Cellina, what are you doing?"

Seeing Cellina burst through the door, Roland had to admit he was startled.

Cellina didn't say anything, but stepped forward to check if Roland was missing any parts of his body.

Frum followed closely behind into the room.

As the homeowner, she didn't care about the broken door. She just looked at Roland with a slight sigh and said, "You're really... not simple."

"And what just happened... You wouldn't happen to be the Weaver of this generation... No, that's impossible, the World Tree wouldn't choose a human..."

Seeing Flam muttering to herself again, Roland asked, "Let me guess, did Kalia lose control again just now?"

"Is this really reasonable? She can lose control just by sleeping normally?"

Frum was speechless: "Did you really not notice, or are you pretending not to notice?"

"It was the Chaos Brotherhood that did this."

As she spoke, Flam glanced at Kalia, who was still fast asleep, and then beckoned to Cherinina and Roland: "Come out and talk."

"There are some things about Leah that I really need to tell you."

(End of this chapter)