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

Chapter 138 Golden Water from the World Tree

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became heavy.

Kalia, still holding the diary, seemed somewhat at a loss.

She looked at Roland, who was clearly in a bad mood, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Even Nash, who had been quietly observing and listening to the stories from the sidelines, fell silent.

After all, it had heard the story that Kalia had just read clearly.

However, compared to Kalia, who was somewhat flustered, Nash remained relatively calm.

After calmly analyzing the contents of the diary, it began to help Roland analyze the situation based on the knowledge it had gained over thousands of years at the Dragon Clan Academy.

It is clear that Roland's father and his companions were cursed.

Moreover, this is not the kind of curse magic cast by demons, but a true curse.

But it was clear to it that Roland was not concerned about his father's fate at that moment, but rather about his own problems.

"Roland..."

Kalia approached Roland with the diary in her hand.

She now regrets having taken the liberty of reading the diary.

After a brief moment of self-adjustment, Roland quickly calmed down.

After some thought, he quickly realized some things and connected some seemingly unrelated things together.

First of all, there is absolutely no problem with his identity; he is unlikely to be some kind of evil god or something similar.

The best evidence is the World Tree's recognition.

As for the question of his birth time... Roland suddenly thought of a question that he had always overlooked.

his mother.

He had never actually met his mother.

This is an extremely unusual thing.

Because ever since Roland transmigrated, his soul has always been that of his previous life.

He's not a real child; he's not at an age where he can't remember things.

Moreover... his mother didn't die from complications during childbirth.

According to Lancelot's father, his mother died from a postpartum illness.

Logically speaking, Roland should have at least seen his mother once, and at least have some memory of her...

But no, there was nothing.

In Roland's memory, there was no memory of his mother at all.

Just as Roland was trying to continue recalling, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, causing him to instinctively activate the World Tree's protection.

At the same time, the curse countermeasures on Roland also took effect.

The green light of the World Tree's protection and the black flames generated by the full activation of the spell counterattack appeared together on Roland's body.

The next moment, both Kalia and Nash heard a slightly shrill scream echo in the room.

The sound of the wail wasn't loud, but it sent a chill down the spines of both Kalia and Nash.

And Roland... the faint mist in his mind dissipated at this moment.

Although it was still a blank page, Roland discovered something.

His age is not a problem.

But there is a problem with his birth date.

My memories are largely blank, starting from the summer of 1008 when I was eight years old.

When his memories finally clicked back together, it was November 28th, 1021. His eighth birthday, as he remembered it.

Many guests came that day: old Lancelot's friends from the Adventurers' Guild, close neighbors, and... and...

Roland covered his head, the piercing pain from the depths of his soul making him feel somewhat disoriented, but he still endured it and cast another spell on himself to counteract the pain, then continued to recall.

That woman with a blurred face, standing in the corner... who is she?

"boom!"

Just as Roland was trying to continue recalling, his room door was kicked open.

Cellina rushed into the room almost instantly, dragged Roland off the bed, and pinned him to the ground.

Flam followed closely behind, calmly issuing the order before Kalia could react: "Little demon, control Roland, don't let him continue to recall."

"Kalia, you and the cat go out first, this kid isn't acting right."

"Hmm? Leave the notebook you're holding here, and then get out of here right now!"

Kalia, who had originally wanted to ask a couple more questions, decided to believe Flam after seeing his serious expression, and carried Nash outside the door.

Now, the question has been passed on to Cherlinina and Fram.

Cellina didn't seem to be under much pressure, and Roland didn't seem to be putting up any resistance. He just lay tightly on the ground, still thinking about something.

Frum sighed, cast a shield on herself, and fired a low-powered magic missile at Roland.

Unsurprisingly, the magic missile was deflected back to Flam, only to be blocked by the shield spell that had been placed in front of her.

"Damn kid... he's always researching this kind of magic."

"Okay, hold him down for a little while longer, it'll be over soon."

After giving Cherinina some instructions, Flam waved her staff and then immersed her consciousness into Roland's consciousness.

He pulled Roland out of his reverie. The whole thing took only a minute, which was indeed very quick.

Seeing that Floram nodded, Cellina released Roland's hand, helped him up from the ground, and sat him on the bed.

Roland, who had just regained consciousness and was still confused about what had happened, looked at Flam in front of him with a bewildered expression: "Ms. Flam... what are you doing in my room?"

“It’s all because of you doing something dangerous again.” Flam sighed, then looked at Cellina and said, “Can we go out first? I want to talk to Roland alone.”

Cellina nodded, and after observing Roland's condition for a while, she silently walked out the door.

After Cellina left, Flam set up a highly soundproof barrier and anti-spy spells in the room.

After making sure that their conversation wouldn't be overheard by Kalia, Cherlinina, and the cat outside the door, Flam looked at Roland and said, "Let me ask you a few questions first. Answer truthfully."

"First question. What just happened in the room? What did you do? Why did you enter that state?"

“Um… is this only one question?” Roland countered.

For once, Flam didn't react, but simply nodded: "Hmm, you still have the mood to change the subject, so it seems you weren't affected much."

"But answer my question quickly, or I'm going to hit you on the head with my staff."

Seeing Flam waving her staff, Roland could only explain, "Nothing serious happened."

"Just now, Kalia was reading my father's diary and discovered some things that I hadn't noticed before."

Then, Roland gave a brief account of what had just happened to Flam.

"Is it really that simple?" Flam raised an eyebrow after hearing the explanation, clearly not very convinced.

"I wanted it to be this simple... but the contents of the diary..."

Roland sighed, then handed the diary on the table to Flam: "You can read it yourself... just the last few pages."

The few pages of the diary that were originally half-real and half-illusory are now visible, and Flam is able to read the contents of them, as well as the diary entry that Kalia did not read aloud.

"Roland, on July 12, 1008, you and your father went to the Stormy Ocean?"

"It seems... there was such a thing." Roland rubbed his forehead. This was the memory he had just recalled, the one that had been obscured by the unknown fog.

Frum frowned, then walked up to Roland and placed her hand on Roland's forehead.

Her expression then became even stranger.

"Strange... my biological age is correct."

"Logically speaking, you should have been born in 1013."

Frum looked confused, but still asked, "What did you see in your memory just now?"

"I saw it... I saw the scene of my eighth birthday party in 1021, and there was a woman standing in the corner of the room whose face I couldn't see."

"Gone?"

"Gone."

After hearing Roland's story, Fram sighed, "Looks like you've got a lot going on with you too."

"Since I have some free time now, let me take you back to Riskan to investigate."

"With that guy Kefas in the city and these reinforcements, that's enough."

"Besides, it won't take much time for me to take you on a round trip."

Roland asked, "Ms. Fram... you're actually willing to help me to this extent?"

"You little rascal, you can be quite infuriating sometimes," Flam said, looking at Roland with some displeasure. "After all, you've helped me and Leah so much. Are you just going to stand by and watch when you're in trouble?"

"And if nothing unexpected happens, you are probably cursed. Or rather, you, your father, and even the whole of Riskan are cursed."

"A curse on memory."

"Although it's just a guess at the moment, since your physical age is fine, it means that your memory is the problem."

Roland countered, "Is it possible that there's a problem with the timeline?"

Having watched many films and television shows in his previous life, Roland subconsciously thought of the timeline being disordered.

Given the lessons learned from past experiences, it's hard for Roland not to think this way.

But Flam shook her head: "Impossible, at least not with you. Timeline distortion is impossible."

“You have been anchored to the World Tree. As its weaver, although your life form has not changed or been elevated, you are a special existence to this world.”

"Even if you have only recently become one of His weavers, it is the same. His great power is enough to transcend time itself."

"So, just relax and do some simple surveys."

"The dates your father recorded may not all be true."

“If he really did participate in the investigation of the Iris disaster, then the contents of his diary cannot be taken entirely seriously.”

After hearing what Floram said, Roland breathed a sigh of relief; Floram's explanation was pretty much what he had guessed.

Although I still have many problems, there aren't many major issues at the moment.

It's mostly just a mystery.

"Ms. Fram, was there anything special about that shipwreck?"

"It's quite special... After all, it's the first recorded divine descent since the Demon King War."

"Is it an evil god descending?"

"...No, it is the true God. But not the true God worshipped by the Holy See."

As she spoke, Flam looked at Roland and said, "You remember, right? I told you that the Chaos Brotherhood also has their own gods."

"What descended from the wrecked and vanished Iris was that half of him."

(End of this chapter)