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

Chapter 136 Killing the Cat!

Unfortunately, Roland's explanation did not reverse the awkward situation.

However, Mashu, who was standing to the side, seemed quite happy.

Although she refrained from laughing out of consideration for the occasion, Roland's strained expression did not escape his notice.

It seems that these two don't have a very good relationship.

If we take into account Mash's excited reaction after the successful launch...

Forget it, this isn't something I should worry about.

Roland now only hoped that Kalia would eat her fill soon.

He wanted to retreat.

Seeing that Baron had not yet replied, Roland silently looked at Mash beside him, signaling with his eyes that she should quickly find an excuse to retreat.

Mashu quickly understood and coughed before saying to Roland, "It seems that the Chairman has gained a lot from your explanation, Lord Roland."

"Let's go first and let him think about it in peace."

With that, he pulled Roland away from the scene.

Once outside, Roland quietly grabbed two grilled ribs and started munching on them. Then he asked, "Your relationship with your guild leader is rather ordinary."

"You noticed that?" Mashu was somewhat surprised.

"After all, you don't hide anything at all..." Roland asked while gnawing on a rib, "By the way, if you hadn't run into me by chance, would you have even bothered to help find the person?"

"No, I will still look for it."

Mashu's answer surprised Roland, who countered, "Why? If you dislike him, you probably wouldn't be willing to help, and even if you did, it would likely be just to appease him, right?"

"If I remember correctly, the hierarchy within the Society is not as strict as that of the Holy See."

“As long as it doesn’t involve fundamental principles, even ordinary researchers have the right to refuse the president’s requests and orders.”

Mashu glanced at Roland, who was eating ribs, and said very seriously, "Do you really want to know the reason?"

"What kind of look is that? Of course I want to know."

"Hey...you know, even though this is our first time meeting face to face, you really do exude an air of arrogance that belongs to a genius. I think when you see Baron, you'll subconsciously say something to hurt his pride."

After Mashu finished speaking, she gave Roland a sly look: "It turns out I was right! Sure enough, a genius's unintentional words can hurt the pride of a mediocre person."

Roland: "..."

What kind of description is that? Am I arrogant?
Seeing the puzzled look on Roland's face, Mashu simply sat down on a rock at the edge of the camp: "It's just my intuition, after all, you're a student at the Royal Capital Magic Academy."

"Aren't all the geniuses who come from there arrogant and look down on others?"

"Well... after spending some time with you, I think you're quite approachable, unlike the guys I have a stereotype of."

Roland countered, "Being able to create such a giant machine, you and Baron should be considered among the best in the academy, right? You can't possibly be considered mediocre, can you?"

"Sigh, what kind of outstanding thing is this? In the eyes of those great scholars, this kind of thing is just a vulnerable and flawed machine."

Mashu sighed as she spoke, "Well, actually I think so too."

"The Mashu I has far more flaws than advantages."

"Weak protection, large size, slow movement... Even its few advantages are borrowed from other people's inventions. What those big shots said is actually correct, and I am well aware of this."

"The input and the return are completely disproportionate."

"If it weren't for your technique, Mashu One wouldn't have been able to achieve much this time."

Roland shook his head: "Don't underestimate yourself."

"Although your invention is indeed full of flaws, at least your and Barron's ideas are sound."

"But the truth is... this world doesn't need such massive weapons of war."

"You can make it smaller."

“A machine tens of meters tall will only be used as a target.”

Mashu wasn't angry; instead, she asked, "Then, Mr. Genius, what suggestions do you have?"

"My suggestion... is pretty much like this."

As Roland spoke, he summoned the Moon Spirit Essence Liquid and then covered himself with it.

The scene before her eyes completely shattered Mashu's worldview.

This magical technology, which seemed like a fantasy to her, shocked her worldview.

"Like this... Of course, considering the high cost of the memory metal used to make this Moon Spirit Essence Liquid, let's ignore it for now."

"If you really want to develop individual combat mechs, the way out is to reduce their size to less than ten meters and enhance their individual protection and mobility."

"Otherwise, its application prospects are really not as good as Barron's big spider."

"At least this thing can already block the prototype of the Demon King's Hand, which is comparable to the ninth-ring legendary level."

Roland put away the Moon Spirit Essence Liquid, turning it into gloves on his hands, while explaining to Mash.

Finally, Roland added, "I'm really looking forward to you optimizing these."

"The creations of so-called mediocre people are not necessarily inferior to those of geniuses."

Roland said as he walked toward Kalia, "I have to go now, I'm afraid Kalia will get a stomachache if she keeps eating like this."

"Also, please apologize to Chairman Barron for me. His invention is fantastic. If it goes into mass production, this giant war machine will dominate the battlefield."

Mashu sat on the rock watching Roland walk toward Kalia, and behind her, Baron, with a complicated expression, also came out.

Mashu looked at Baron with some surprise: "You're here? When did you get here?"

"Don't forget, I am still an eighth-ring hero-level mage, and I know a little bit of invisibility. But it seems he discovered me."

“Otherwise, he wouldn’t have shown that magical tool.” Baron shook his head, then let out a long sigh: “His advice was very useful. Good luck, Mash, if you still want to catch up with me.”

"Go to hell." Mashu muttered under her breath, then walked towards Mashu Number One.

Baron shook his head and then murmured, "Mass production... perhaps my invention will come in handy during the Demon King War."

"But in this day and age, there is no longer the opportunity to mass-produce war machines."

"However... he really is an extraordinary young man. No wonder Professor Hern and Master Toran value him so highly."

"Unfortunately, this young man doesn't seem to have much interest in participating in the research and development of magical technology."

……

"Hey Kalia, are you alright?"

"...I think I have an upset stomach, Roland."

"It looks like you ate something bad! No, wait, you actually ate all of that stuff?!"

Roland looked at Kalia with some shock.

He found it hard to believe that Kalia actually ate all those creative dishes!

Kalia looked like she'd lost half her life. They hadn't walked more than a few steps when she ran to the roadside and vomited.

At that moment, Nash poked his cat head out from Roland's collar, his face showing an eagerness as if he had finally found an opportunity, and asked impatiently, "Roland, you didn't really make a deal with the Demon King, did you!"

Roland: “???”

"You were there at that time?!"

"I've been inside your clothes the whole time! Even if you don't care about me, you should have felt that the weight on you was wrong!"

Nash said angrily, "I waited so long to find a place where there was no one else around, and this is what you tell me right from the start?!"

Roland sighed: "Since you already know... then it seems I can't keep you around."

Nash: "!!!"

Watching the silly cat trembling violently, almost shaking its own face full of cat hair, Roland silently spat out the few cat hairs that had drifted into his mouth, and then used his hand to lift the silly cat out.

"No, don't kill me! I don't know anything!!!"

Roland looked at Nash's plea for mercy and smiled gently: "How do I know you won't tell anyone?"

"!!!"

Looking at the silly cat who was practically about to pee, Roland sighed, flicked the cat's forehead, and said, "Can't you even tell I'm just teasing you?"

"If I really wanted to kill you, I wouldn't be saying all this. You'd already have your neck broken and be thrown into the bushes."

Nash: “…”

The silly cat trembled even more violently.

Because he knew Roland was really capable of doing such a thing.

This guy kills people... no, he kills cats... no, he kills dragons without blinking an eye!
It has absolutely no doubt about this.

After all, he had used up his substitute death rune on the very first time he met this guy.

Roland sighed and put the silly cat on the ground to let it continue to shake for a while.

There's already enough cat hair inside and outside my clothes.

I'm afraid I can't keep these clothes.

Damn it, turning into a cat is one thing, but why a long-haired cat?

"Alright, I did make a deal with the Demon King, but at least for now, our goals are aligned: to stop the prototypes of the Demon King's Hand."

"I'm not stupid enough to make any real deals with such a being."

After saying this, Roland ignored Nash's reaction and turned to look at Kalia, who was still vomiting while leaning against a tree.

He stepped forward, patted Kalia on the shoulder, and asked, "Are you alright, Kalia?"

"N-nothing...probably."

"I just feel like my stomach is empty, like I ate dinner for nothing."

Hmm, it's the same familiar statement, so it seems there's really nothing serious.

Roland handed Kalia a handkerchief to wipe her mouth, then asked, "Can you still walk?"

"I think... oh no, I can't walk anymore!"

Kalia seemed to realize something and quickly changed her mind, then wrapped her arms around Roland's neck: "Carry me back."

Roland fell silent again, but after a soft sigh, he picked up Kalia and carried her on his back: "Alright, I'll carry you back."

"You are not allowed to use your Blink spell."

"Can't I even take a break from being lazy?" Roland said helplessly.

"Hmph, the treehouse isn't far from here. Or do you want to sleep in the city?"

"Okay, okay, if you don't need Flash, then you don't need it."

Roland silently hung the gauntlets on his waist, then carried Kalia on his back and walked towards the treehouse.

Nash: “…”

Damn humans! Have you forgotten something?!

Realizing he had been left behind, Nash hurriedly took off running after him, then used a tree-pushing side jump to land on Kalia's shoulder.

(End of this chapter)