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

Chapter 130 The Spreading Battlefield
After hearing the explanation from the girl named Mashu, Roland had to admit that he was a little flustered.

what's the situation?
Are you saying that last time I used Ms. Fram's privileges to access the academy's main library, and then the backend program of your mainland's Historical Society crashed?

No, I didn't do anything!
How can you blame me for this?

And why do you know what I look like?

"Why do you know what Roland looks like?"

Kalia breathed a sigh of relief upon realizing it was just a misunderstanding, and curiously asked the question Roland had been wanting to know.

Mashu patiently answered Kalia's question: "It's very simple. The Knowledge Reserve automatically stores images of people who enter."

"The system will upload information whenever someone is detected entering the premises. This is to prevent this knowledge from being used by people with malicious intent for other purposes."

"After all, there are quite a few radicals within the society. Those guys are really capable of anything for experiments and the so-called truth they pursue."

"Their bottom line is not even as high as those cultists who believe in evil gods. Perhaps only the Chaos Brotherhood of Gods can be compared with them."

"Although some sensitive information has been unilaterally blocked from them, the necessary protective measures still need to be taken."

Kalia was speechless after hearing this: "Couldn't you just kill these people? You knew they were dangerous, yet you let them run around outside?"

"Hey, isn't it because we don't have enough manpower? Although the academy has some combat personnel, it's still just an academy, not a full-time combat force."

"Moreover, new such people appear every moment, so screening and monitoring methods must be in place!"

"Besides, we have always had relevant cooperation with the Holy See. As long as we can provide the list, their Inquisition will be happy to help us solve our problems."

Mashu's answer was unexpected yet reasonable.

After all, these two major forces have never really had any major conflicts. Although there are contradictions, cooperation still accounts for the majority of their interactions.

Ultimately, a large organization is very averse to being summarized by a personified image.

If there are dangerous elements within the Society, doesn't the Holy See also have different power factions?

Those who worship the goddess of the earth and fertility cannot be compared with those who worship the god of death and desolation.

Those who believe in the gods of truth and magic are more willing to associate with the people of the Continental History Society than to seek out believers of the gods of war and courage to conduct research together.

Even though the believers in the Holy See and the people of the Continental Historical Society did not treat this god of truth and magic differently, they at least acknowledged that they shared a similar temperament.

After explaining, Mashu continued, "So, after the malfunction occurred, we started investigating the last person to enter the Knowledge Reserve."

"And then...and then we found this bastard! Although it took a while to find his name, we quickly located him after checking the database of the Royal Capital Magic Academy!"

Seeing Mash gritting her teeth, Roland silently shielded Cellina in front of him.

Kalia, completely oblivious to the seriousness of the situation, continued, "So what are you planning to do? Although I'm not entirely sure how important this knowledge repository is, getting it damaged must be a serious matter, right?"

"Hmph, what else can we do!" Mashu huffed, her cheeks puffing out like a fully inflated balloon. "We've always advocated for the sharing of knowledge!"

"And this guy really didn't do anything outrageous. He just looked up some historical information and left. The whole process took no more than ten minutes."

"So it's obvious that this is just a malfunction in the knowledge repository!"

"Roland was merely a trigger!"

"But if this guy hadn't gone in that night, maybe the Knowledge Reserve Hall wouldn't have broken down?!"

"It took me a full ten days to find all the information I needed in the society's paper library!"

"I was buried in books three times!"

Seeing Mash start complaining about the hardships of the research and then begin talking almost to herself, Kalia silently walked over to Roland's side.

"Is she okay?"

"It doesn't matter, I know I should be fine anyway."

Roland was indeed relieved.

He didn't want to create a rift with the mainland's historical research society by consulting ancient materials.

After all, even if one lacks vision, the grand library that one entered that day was an incredible miracle.

Fortunately, it appears to be just an unexpected coincidence.

Judging from the other party's tone, although this thing works well, it's not the first or second time it's malfunctioned. Otherwise, they wouldn't be so calm.

At that moment, Flam also noticed the gauntlet that Roland was carrying on his back.

"You little brat, you actually dare to carry this thing around?"

"Did you hear anything strange?"

Fram walked up behind Roland with a serious expression, then tapped the gauntlet, as if to confirm something.

Roland sighed: "Unfortunately, Ms. Fram did hear strange noises."

"Hmm, you heard me? But you seem perfectly fine."

"Um, does hearing this make you act strangely?" "I don't know, it's just a rumor. It's said that prolonged close contact with the armor of the Demon King's Hand will drive your soul mad under the Demon King's delirium."

After hearing Fram's answer, Roland retorted, "I did hear the babbling, but whether it would drive me crazy, I personally have reservations."

"Forget it, it's just a component anyway. Once the prototype finishes repairing its missing limbs, the remnant soul fragments in this gauntlet will automatically return."

"At that time, all you'll have is an ordinary, incredibly hard block of iron. Hmm, you could consider having Toran forge you some kind of armor."

After saying that, Flam looked at Mash, who was still muttering to herself with resentment, and said, "Enough of the small talk. Since you also want to go to Blackthorn Territory to provide support, I'll take you with me."

"Take this with you."

After confirming that the somewhat noisy little researcher was wearing his magical tools, Flam finally activated the spell.

It has achieved a state where everyone can fly.

Under Fram's precise control, the flight was fast and smooth.

The group soon came to see the battlefield.

Or rather... they had only been flying in the sky for an hour when they saw the smoke of battle and terrifying magical fluctuations coming from afar.

High in the sky, golden light and black mist collided back and forth, creating intense magical fluctuations. Even though they were still tens of kilometers away from Blackthorn Territory, they could still feel an extremely oppressive atmosphere.

“That’s…Director Kefas?” Roland frowned slightly as he looked at the golden light flashing in the distance.

Is this the true power of a ninth-ring legendary rank? If they were to unleash their full power, this would be the scene...

Although Roland realized the extraordinary nature of the Nine Rings Legendary when Flam cast a seemingly ordinary spell in Riskan.

But... mainly because he didn't feel much pressure when fighting Slo later, and because of his brief experience fighting that Chaos Brotherhood's ninth-ring legendary warrior not long ago, Roland made some misjudgments about the powerhouses of this level.

"As expected, when facing a powerhouse of this level, we can't afford to give them any chance to unleash their skills."

Roland made a silent vow.

Flam, however, looked rather grim: "Kefas has actually been held up?!"

"Is it possible..."

A bad feeling crept into Flam's mind.

Kefas was the closest person to Himmel that she had seen since Himmel's death.

If this guy hadn't been bogged down by heavy official duties, he might be even stronger than he is now.

Although Frum was able to tell from the fluctuations in magic power and the magic tides emanating from the Great Source that Kefas was currently in the lead.

But she could also see that although Kefas's opponent was weaker than her, it would not be easy for Kefas to defeat him.

The two seemed to be locked in a stalemate.

"We need to speed things up, you kids, get ready."

After giving a reminder, Flam, without caring whether the others were ready, suddenly increased her flight speed.

After a hurried journey, the group finally saw the battlefield.

Yes, the battlefield has spread.

“Ms. Flam, I’ll go down first. You take the rest of the others to Blackthorn Territory. I’ll handle things here.”

"Hmm, you're quite adept at dealing with these familiars. Anyway, we're not far from Blackthorn Territory. Gather these troops and head over there. The situation in Blackthorn Territory might be much worse than we think."

Flam nodded first, but at the same time canceled the sharing of flight spells for everyone.

"Forget it, I'll just go to that dangerous place myself first."

"You guys stay with Roland and deal with the enemies here before you come over."

After saying that, Flam accelerated instantly and disappeared, not even giving Roland a chance to react.

After he finally caught the other unlucky guys and landed with a flash, Roland realized that he was already in the middle of the battlefield.

Meanwhile, the city defense troops, who had barely managed to set up a position and were using their magical rapid-fire long guns to maintain the front line, were already at their last gasp.

The few Imperial Guards who still retained their fighting strength were surrounded by a number of combat familiars that outnumbered them several times over, and it seemed they wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer.

The combat familiars, who were planning to wipe out the remaining troops, turned their weapons around upon seeing Roland and his group.

After all, the enemy-hunting logic of these familiars is to attack the one with the highest magic power first.

And then... Roland was locked in.

To be precise, it was the cat in Roland's arms that was locked down.

However, these countless combat familiars, which nearly covered the territory near the magic train line, all collapsed and turned into a pile of garbage the moment they turned their guns around.

Roland withdrew his hand after releasing the spell, walked up to the few guards who were still in a daze, and asked, "Who is the commander? What happened in Blackthorn Territory?"

(End of this chapter)