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

Chapter 141 Long Time No See, Short, Flat-Chested Elf
As evening fell and the magical train pulled into the capital's magical train station, Roland did not see Iluvia, whom he had expected, waiting for him on the platform.

While Roland felt a little disappointed, he was mostly relieved.

He was disappointed because the lines he had prepared all the way were no longer needed for the time being.

Fortunately, at least I didn't have to face the so-called "battlefield" of attacks as soon as I landed.

Although the hatter named Delan's legs were trembling a little when he got off the carriage, Roland thought Iluvia probably wouldn't do anything to him.

probably.

After watching the hatters' party leave, Roland looked at Flam, who was standing there deep in thought, and asked, "Ms. Flam, are we going straight to the palace?"

“Come with me to the palace,” Flam said to Roland, then looked at Kalia and Cherlinina: “Why don’t you go back to your dorms at the academy and rest for a while?”

"Anyway, Leah's dorm is big enough, you can sleep there for two nights."

"According to the normal procedure, the ceremony will be held tomorrow, and we will set off for Switzerland the day after tomorrow."

Cellina and Nash said they had no objections, since they were just accompanying the guests in the capital and didn't have much to do anyway.

But Kalia is different.

Although she said she had no objection, her facial expression clearly contradicted her.

However, in the end, she still smiled and walked up to Roland under Fram's gaze.

Then Kalia took a scarf from the shadows and wrapped it around Roland's neck.

"Where did this scarf come from?" Roland asked Kalia with a smile, stroking the scarf around his neck.

"Hehe, guess what?" Kalia kept them in suspense for a moment, then said, "The New Year is just a few days away."

"This is an early gift for you!"

After saying that, Kalia tugged at the scarf that was already wrapped around Roland's neck, then looked up at Roland and smiled gently. Then, in an unusually soft voice, she whispered in Roland's ear, "Don't forget our promise."

"Don't steal any food!"

……

On the way to the palace, Flam, who was very curious about what Roland and Kalia had said on the platform, was staring intently at Roland, who was sitting in the seat opposite her in the carriage.

"Alright, Ms. Flam, I've said everything. Kalia didn't say anything?"

"Really?"

"real."

Frum's face was still full of curiosity.

However, seeing that Roland really wouldn't answer, she didn't continue asking. She simply asked, "Since Leah has given you the gift, have you thought about what gift to give her?"

"The New Year is approaching, you can't just leave everything unprepared, can you?"

Frum's words made Roland think: "Indeed... gifts are something that need to be carefully chosen."

“Ms. Flam, what kind of gift do you want? How about I give you that big green ball, and you can take out some new magic from it when you have time? Anyway, I can’t learn all the magic myself.”

Flam—_—: "It's possible... Hey, shouldn't you be thinking about what gift to give Leah?"

"Kalia...how about just sending her some food she's never tried before? She'll definitely be very happy."

"Forehead……"

Roland shot down Fram with a single sentence.

It seems that's the case.

Frum suddenly felt a sense of disappointment and frustration.

Leah, couldn't you be a little more complicated in your tastes?!
Do you think some delicious food can buy you off?!
However, Roland is now indeed deep in thought.

Gifts... that is indeed a very complicated issue.

Although the gifts for Kalia and Flam have been taken care of, what should Iluvia's gift be?

What about Celinina? She's worked so hard for so long, shouldn't I send her something in return?
"A gift? Do I have a gift?"

A faint voice suddenly rang out from the gauntlet at Roland's waist.

Frum rolled her eyes, then yelled at the gauntlet, "Shut up, you demon king! What business is it of yours what this gift is?"

"Couldn't you have just died cleanly back then? You had to leave some remnant of your soul behind, making me run around doing all this now!"

"Ah...that voice sounds so familiar, is it that short, flat-chested elf?"

There was a brief silence inside the carriage, then Roland quickly activated his Body Enhancement spell to restrain the suddenly agitated Flam.

"Calm down, Ms. Flam! Calm down! We don't argue with losers! Why are you arguing with the remnant soul of a dead person?!"

"Let me go! I'm going to use a forbidden spell to send this guy to his grave today!"

Seemingly hearing Flam's exasperated tone, the remnant soul of the demon king inside the gauntlet chuckled: "You really haven't changed a bit in hundreds of years."

"You'd better shut up right now, or I'll throw you out for Ms. Flam to deal with!"

The Demon King's voice disappeared.

Roland was finally able to release Flam, who had almost dismantled the carriage.

"call……"

Roland breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that the carriage was big enough; otherwise, if he didn't have enough room to move around, the carriage would probably have fallen apart.

Frum lowered her head, breathing heavily. Roland found it hard to believe that the usually calm elf would experience such a strong emotional fluctuation.

It seems that besides age, height and bust size are even more sensitive topics.

Write it down. Write it down.

After calming herself down, Floram looked up at Roland, her eyes full of questioning: "You seem to have a good relationship with the Demon King."

“Ms. Fram, you can eat whatever you want, but you can’t say whatever you want.” Roland was also somewhat speechless: “Where did you get the idea that I have a good relationship with it?”

"We only have a simple transactional relationship."

"Um!?"

Frum's eyes suddenly sharpened: "What deal?"

"Help him destroy the remaining Demon Lord's Hand prototypes. He gave me the ability to track the prototypes and enough spells to destroy them."

“That’s right, just like this kid said.” The remnant soul of the demon king inside the gauntlet spoke again.

This time, however, Fram didn't look at Roland.

Having known Roland for a while, Fram had come to understand his character.

Although this deal is very strange, upon closer examination, it's not that Frum, this old thing who once fought against the Demon King, couldn't fully understand the Demon King's thoughts.

After all, this prototype has collaborated with the Chaos Brotherhood, so it's no ordinary remnant soul.

Frum was certain that the true Demon King would never make any deal with this group of madmen.

Even if the Chaos Brothers could find a way to resurrect him on the spot, the Demon King would not agree to any of their conditions.

This is a matter of stance and principle.

As the saying goes, the one who understands you best is often your opponent.

Frum was not surprised by the words of this remnant soul that could communicate with others.

She was just curious about the status of the other prototypes.

"Heh, it seems you've noticed too," the Demon King's remnant soul said softly. "The state of my other remnant souls is not right."

"It's at least not quite what I initially expected."

"No, if it weren't for this kid's strange technique, the wisp of remnant soul you're currently talking to wouldn't be in this state."

After hearing this, Flam also became serious: "I understand. I will destroy your tattered armor. Now shut up!"

The gauntlet fell silent again, then Flam looked at Roland and asked, "So why do you wear this on your waist?"

"Because it's uncomfortable to hang on your back."

"I mean, why don't you put it in your storage space! Don't you have a storage ring?"

Roland shrugged and sighed, "There's nothing I can do. If I could just stuff it in, why would I hang it on my waist?"

"...Anyway, don't bring this into the palace later. Give it to me."

Flam took the gauntlet and stuffed it into a seemingly ordinary cloth bag, after which Flam banished it to a spatial interlayer.

After doing all this, Fram said seriously to Roland, "Although this guy's goal is currently the same as ours."

"But we must be extremely cautious about any cooperation or conversations with this guy! We must not agree to anything lightly."

Roland nodded: "Why don't we just lock it inside? I think it'll be safer that way."

“That makes sense.” Flam nodded in agreement: “Although it is only a remnant soul, the power it can exert is very limited.”

"But it's definitely safest for you to carry it with you, kid."

"???" Roland was full of question marks: "Why?"

Fram explained earnestly, "The Demon King's mastery of spatial magic is absolutely beyond the reach of the entire era."

"Where do you think the military teleportation arrays the Empire uses now came from? Aren't they the technology and spells that the Empire salvaged from the Demon King's Castle after it crashed?"

"Even though it is just a remnant soul, even though it can only rely on this gauntlet, it can still break through all spatial blockades."

"Space blockade may seem secure, but it is also the most vulnerable."

"Every man-made space has its weaknesses. And overcoming those weaknesses doesn't require much magic."

"It can easily find a weakness and then slip out on its own."

"The bag I just put on him is also a magical device that can block the flow of magic, but it's useless if this guy really wants to get out."

"If this guy hadn't acted like he wanted something from you, he wouldn't have stayed obediently in this spatial interlayer."

Then, as if to confirm Flam's words, the gauntlet tore open the spatial layer and emerged: "That flat-chested elf is right."

"Go to hell!"

Flam shoved the gauntlet back into place, then said to the still-open compartment, "Don't come out unless I tell you to! Or I might just blast you with a forbidden spell!"

Watching the friendly interaction between Flam and the remnant soul of the Demon King, Roland became curious: "It seems that the relationship between you and the Demon King is not as irreconcilable as I imagined?"

"...Some things are hard to explain, but at least neither Himmel nor I dislike him."

Frum's expression became complicated, and all her thoughts eventually turned into a sigh: "He just had to die."

(End of this chapter)