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

Chapter 122 This is no better than counter-damage
The next day.

When Kalia was awakened by the rumbling of wheels rolling over the rails, her bewildered and helpless expression was clearly seen by Cherlinina, who was on guard of her.

Well, she originally didn't want to take on this role.

But who could blame him when Roland also fainted?

Frum was busy assessing the other person's physical condition, while Kalia, who was simply sleeping soundly, was handed over to him.

"Nina, Nina, it's you? Wait, where are we now?"

Kalia got out of bed and looked out the window. The scenery flashing past her made her feel a little confused.

"As you can see, we are on the train back to the capital."

"Do you remember what happened last night?"

"Or, is there anything that's bothering you? Tell me about it as soon as possible."

As she spoke, Cellina took out a box of snacks, which she had found at the Blackthorn Territory station before she left.

It is a type of chocolate cookie shaped like a long, thin stick.

Unfortunately, she couldn't eat chocolate, so she could only choose the basic cream-filled version.

After taking out a biscuit and putting it in her mouth, Cellina handed the box to Kalia.

Roland had taught her how to soothe Kalia—simply feed her.

That's a really simple method. Before he passed out, he managed to say some useful things.

Kalia silently took out a cookie. Although she had no appetite and her mouth was extremely dry, she still devoured the cream-filled cookie in a few bites.

After finishing her meal, Kalia seemed to have regained some energy and asked, rubbing her head, "I haven't been sleeping since last night, have I?"

"Hasn't he shown even a single sign of waking up?"

“No.” Cellina shook her head, a biscuit dangling from her mouth. “I carried you from the treehouse to the magic train station and you didn’t wake up once.”

Kalia was a little embarrassed.

She didn't know why she was sleeping so soundly.

What was I doing before I fell asleep?

Ah, they're watching Roland research new techniques.

This is getting a bit boring...

However, if I hadn't heard that strange whispering, I wouldn't have fallen asleep.

and……

Kalia glanced up at Cherinina, who was chewing on a biscuit and preening her longsword, and felt somewhat relieved.

Fortunately, it's not Roland in this room now.

Although she slept for a long time, she felt that the dream she had last night was a bit short.

In my dream... in my dream...

Hmm, that's strange, I just remembered it.

Why can I only see a flash of green light when I think back to it now?

"Nina, where is Roland?"

"Him? Ahem, he's helping Ms. Fram with her research."

"Why is this old woman so fussy?!"

Kalia, somewhat annoyed, pulled another cookie from the cookie box Cherinina had placed on the table, then quickly chewed and swallowed it. "I'm going to find her right now!"

With that, Kalia jumped out of bed to go find Flam and Roland.

"Hey! You can't leave!"

Cellina quickly pulled Kalia back.

Having witnessed this guy's out-of-control behavior last night, Cellina dared not let him know Roland's current condition.

Although Floram said that Roland was not seriously injured, just suffering from brain overload and needing time to recover, Cellina was not sure if Kalia would accept this answer.

After all, Roland was perfectly normal until half an hour after he got in the car.

The fainting occurred almost instantly, without any warning.

However, Cherlinina's actions puzzled Kalia.

"What's wrong, Nina? Is there anything else?"

"I... I just wanted to say... would you like some more of these long biscuits?"

"Huh? It tastes good, but I can just eat it when I get back, right?"

Seeing Kalia's matter-of-fact expression, Cherinina was taken aback.

Damn Roland, why isn't your plan working anymore?!
"Hey!"

Cellina reached out her hand, but it was too late.

Kalia had already pushed open the door and gone out.

Cellina had no choice but to put down her sword and follow after them, trying to continue stopping them.

The next moment, the door to the next private room was pushed open.

Roland walked out from inside, covering his head.

Meanwhile, Fram stood behind Roland, explaining patiently yet helplessly, "This is normal. If nothing unexpected happens, your headache should continue for a few more days."

"Until you can digest and understand the knowledge in your mind."

“…I understand, Ms. Flam.”

"Sigh, young people are just too greedy." Fram muttered with a hint of jealousy, then pushed Roland out of her room.

Then she saw Kalia and Cherlinina standing in the doorway.

"Oh, Lia, you're awake too. You two are really in sync," Flam remarked, then slammed the door shut.

Kalia smiled and glanced at Roland: "You're throwing a tantrum."

"Yes, she's throwing a tantrum."

Roland responded with a comment, then waved to Kalia: "Sorry, Kalia, I think I need to rest now. Goodbye."

With that, Roland took the handrail in the aisle and walked back to his room. Only Cellina and Kalia remained in the aisle, staring at each other.

……

Roland, lying in bed, felt a pang of regret.

After Flam left last night, he did indeed see something incredible.

A wisp of the consciousness of the World Tree, which is said to have created all things in the universe, appeared before his eyes.

He couldn't actually understand what the sound coming from the lush green tree meant.

More than a sentence, a text, or a syllable.

It's more like a meaningless rambling, telling its own story.

But in the hazy distance, a slight tremor stirred deep within Roland's soul.

Knowledge, the World Tree asks itself if it thirsts for knowledge.

This vague conjecture made Roland nod as if possessed.

Then, the entire tree's shadow disintegrated into countless runes and characters... Some of them Roland recognized, but this was only a small portion.

More importantly, it contains knowledge and writings that Roland had never seen or heard of before.

The only thing they have in common is that all of this knowledge is related to magic, runes, and even curses, seals, and barriers.

Of course, this was also what Roland's intuition, which came from the depths of his soul, told him.

Then these words and knowledge coalesced into a seemingly solid green sphere of light, which floated quietly in Roland's palm.

Roland could even store the ball in his storage space.

With the idea of ​​getting some rest early, Roland didn't use the orb of light last night, but planned to check what was hidden inside after getting in the car.

Then there is no more.

The sheer volume of knowledge was terrifying, instantly exceeding the limits of his brain's processing power.

Just like the expansion of a prison warden's domain, Roland was frozen in place.

The brain's protective mechanisms quickly caused Roland to faint.

When he woke up, he was already in the compartment of the Frum train.

Beside him was the green orb of light that had hardly shrunk.

Yes, the ball is still there.

It was only after Fram's explanation that Roland realized he had used it incorrectly.

This orb of light is an advanced spell used only by elves, called the Mind Transfer Technique, which is generally used to perform actions similar to the transfer of power.

In other words, this technique can extract knowledge, techniques, or memories from one's mind and then copy and project them into this green sphere of light.

Then others can gain the caster's knowledge, spells, or memories by touching this ball of light.

Roland's, on the other hand, is a light sphere produced by the World Tree, and it likely contains all the known spells and magical theories from ancient times to the present.

Generally speaking, there is no problem with directly touching the light sphere.

But... it also depends on the amount of knowledge it contains.

Such light spheres, which contain a wealth of knowledge, should generally be used with care. For example, one might touch the light sphere with their finger and gradually absorb the knowledge contained within it.

After being lectured, Roland endured Fram's sour retorts.

For example, "So what if you were chosen by the World Tree? Why can you use this thought-guided orb, but I, Flam, can't?" and so on.

In short, this petty little elf wasn't very happy.

But Roland was still quite happy.

Although I'm having a lot of fun stealthily using Blink to attack people, there's nothing wrong with that.

But having more skills would open up more possibilities for him!

It's quite troublesome to have to handle everything personally, isn't it?

Come, come, let me see what this new surgical procedure is that's making my brain swell.

A counter to curse?

What is spell counter?

Don't I have enough damage reflection skills?

Well, it's not the powerful spell Roland was hoping for.

"Hey!"

Roland let out a long sigh of disappointment, then excitedly began constructing a model for casting the spell.

This isn't a skill directly bestowed by the system; Roland still has to research it himself.

but……

"I see. Is it based on a similar principle to spell interference, but instead of active casting, it has become passive triggering?"

"The advantage is that it can be cast on others. Although it cannot cause a silence effect like the World Tree's protection after being triggered, it can directly reflect the spell back."

"And... it can even block curse-type spells? That's really unexpected."

Although the principles are somewhat different, thanks to the excellent example of spell interference, Roland didn't spend much time mastering this spell called Spell Counter.

Compared to the counter-damage skill provided by the rune skill, the spell counter may be less powerful, but it has the advantage of being able to be prepared in advance and having low mana consumption.

If the knowledge in the brain is correct, the curse counter can last for three days after it is released and is not triggered again.

"I just don't know if it can counter all spells..."

"but……"

Roland suddenly had a flash of inspiration and a dark idea came to him.

"Could you perhaps modify the technique slightly, make some minor adjustments..."

"Ideally, it would be possible to achieve an effect similar to a short circuit or a gun explosion, where if the target of a counterspell casts a spell on another, it would cause such an effect if they were to cast a spell themselves?"

"Isn't this better than counter-damage?"

(End of this chapter)