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

Chapter 142 People's joys and sorrows are not the same
We have arrived at the palace.

As Roland walked through the palace led by palace guards, he looked at Flam walking ahead of him and felt a little curious about the Demon King's war that had lasted for thousands of years.

Judging from Frum's attitude, there seems to be something else going on behind this war?
The massacre and oppression of humanity by the Demon King and his army is a fact.

When the Knight King led his Knights of the Round Table to establish the Hearst Empire, it was only to provide humanity with a sanctuary from the wanton slaughter of the demons.

After all, this king, who wandered from the North, had his own homeland destroyed by the Demon King's army.

Not only him, but also the hometown of the brave hero, Simmel, was the same.

Or rather, apart from Flam who joined midway, everyone in the hero's party has a blood feud with the Demon King's army.

But why would Flam say... that neither she nor Hinmel disliked the Demon King?
However, it's highly unlikely that we'll get the answer to this question from Flam.

The other party clearly wouldn't reveal any more to Roland, otherwise Roland would have asked about it on the carriage.

It seems that if I want to know the answer, I can only ask the Demon King himself.

However, this remnant soul's memories are incomplete.

It's even more unacceptable to piece together remnants of souls to restore memories.

Roland didn't want to be labeled as a remnant of the Demon King.

Even by today's standards, this label would be a crime punishable by the extermination of nine generations of one's entire clan.

This was news that Roland heard from Cellina.

Although the demons still respect the Demon King, everyone who had ever been associated with him has vanished into the snow and wind of the North.

It's as if the Demon King himself has become a taboo subject.

Roland ultimately chose to suppress his curiosity.

After all, the Demon King War is over, and delving into the causes of the war and the Demon King's own mental journey is obviously not very important.

Lost in thought, Roland and Fram soon arrived at a room.

Two guards respectfully opened the door for Roland and Fram.

Inside the room, Salah III appeared to be in much better spirits.

The other party was still wearing a bathrobe, sitting behind his desk reviewing the submitted documents.

Iluvia is not here.

This surprised Roland, but he didn't ask directly.

Instead, Salah III spoke up as if he had foreseen the future, saying, "Please have a seat, gentlemen."

"Iluvia is currently at the military headquarters listening to the Hatter's mission report."

"I estimate I won't be back until dinner time."

"But let's talk about something serious first."

Salah III gestured to the seats to the side, indicating that Roland and Flam should take their seats.

He then gave a wink to the guard beside him, who quickly left the room, pulling the curtains closed as he did so. The next moment, the lights illuminated the room.

Salah III then pressed a button under the table, and a high-level isolation barrier was activated instantly.

After ensuring the safety of the upcoming conversation, Salah III smiled and looked at Roland: "Thank you for your help with the Blackthorn Territory matter."

“I have already heard Federic’s brief report. Without your spell, the war probably wouldn’t have ended so quickly. Those residents who evacuated outside the city may not have been able to return home unharmed.”

"The National Assembly will make arrangements for the subsequent resettlement. The Society and the Holy See have also expressed their willingness to provide assistance to help with the post-disaster reconstruction of Blackthorn Territory."

Frum was somewhat surprised after hearing this: "It's not surprising that the Vatican offered to help me, but is the Society being so kind as to do so?"

"Heh, Ms. Flam's prejudice seems a bit too strong. Although it's just the Aslan branch's statement, isn't the branch still part of the Society?"

Frum sighed: "Alright kid, let's get down to business. When do we begin the transition of the inheritance ceremony?"

Salah III sighed softly, “You’re really in a hurry, madam, just like when I first met you as a child.”

"He is slow to perceive the passage of time, but he is an impatient person."

"Then let's get down to business."

Roland had no say in the conversation between Salah III and Flam that followed.

After all, he's just a humanoid plugin. He just needs to be there on time and transfer the "permissions" on the Sword of Silence.

All he needed to do was stand at the ceremony site.

This was the conclusion he reached after listening to the two talk for almost an hour.

He had almost finished the fruit platter on the table in the hour.

Fortunately, their conversation finally came to an end.

Frum stood up: "Then it's settled for now. I'll bring Roland over tomorrow morning."

"Won't you stay for dinner?" Salah III asked, trying to persuade him to stay.

"No, court banquets are the most boring. There are so many rules, and the food takes forever to arrive." Flam decisively declined Salah III's invitation and walked out of the room.

Salah III's gaze then fell upon Roland.

Before Roland could answer, Flam, who had already left, suddenly rushed back and grabbed Roland, saying, "I'm taking this kid with me too. He's still useful!"

Salah III: "..."

Watching Roland being led away by Flam, Salah III sighed. Thankfully, he hadn't arranged any banquet.

Otherwise, it would be so awkward now.

but……

Salah III walked to the window, lost in thought, and gazed at the streets of the capital city.

"Although the engagement is finalized, Roland cannot maintain his current status until the engagement is officially announced."

"It seems we need to put the matter of the title on the agenda."

"Saving the capital, rescuing the Blackthorn Territory from the war, thwarting the Chaos Brotherhood's plans in Rishkan, and thwarting their spread of the divine plague. What title would be suitable for all three?"

Salah III looked into the shadows in the room next to him.

An echo quickly came from the shadows: "Everything is subject to your will."

"My will...it's best that way."

"Hopefully, those guys in the National Assembly will be more sensible now."

……

"Meow, is this the capital of the largest human empire? It looks much more prosperous than that rural place, Blackthorn Territory!"

Nash, perched atop Cherlinina's head, looked around with curiosity in his eyes.

Not just any dragon has this opportunity.

Although the capital city currently appears to be just a larger, more populated Blackthorn lord city, the ubiquitous infrastructure utilizing magical technology proves the extraordinary nature of this city known as the City of Eternal Day.

Cellina poked the cat on her head: "Can you get down and walk on the ground by yourself?"

"Meow! Aren't you afraid I'll get lost with so many people on the street?"

"Not afraid."

"Meow!!! You heartless demon! I thought we had already established a basic friendship, but I didn't expect you to be so ruthless! It doesn't matter if I get lost?!"

Kalia silently lifted the cat off Cellina's head: "I think Nina means... a talking cat is easy to find even if it gets lost."

“Yes, that’s what I mean.” Cellina nodded.

Nash saw right through Cherlinina's expression: "Hey! You're obviously lying!"

"Alright, alright, we rarely get to visit the capital, so let's just relax and be tourists!" Kalia rubbed the cat's head, then looked at Cherlinina beside her and asked, "Where would you like to go next?"

Cellina retorted, "I was the one leading the way the whole time, how dare you say that?"

"Hehe~~~" Kalia stuck out her tongue, then asked curiously, "So why are you so familiar with the royal capital, Nina?"

"Even if you were Roland's bodyguard before, he probably hasn't been to that many places, has he?"

Kalia was very curious about this question.

Because Cellina knows the streets and alleys of the capital a little too well.

She even knows which alley has the best snack shops!
This person knows the city better than most people in the capital!
But Cellina is a demon! And a demon who hasn't actually spent much time in the capital!

Cellina turned her head away somewhat awkwardly; she didn't really want to get involved in the conversation.

Yes, why is she so familiar with the layout of the capital city?
They escaped for their lives.

After being knocked out of stealth mode by the wave emitted by the Knight King statue in the square that day, how do you think she escaped that inescapable net of pursuit?
Isn't it all thanks to those long legs that make him run so fast?

What do you think it is? Is it based on your familiarity with the streets of the capital?
That's all from the familiarity I gained that day.

As for the snack shop... it was purely a chance discovery one day.

At this moment, Kalia seemed to remember something and suddenly looked down at the cat in her hand: "I remember now! There seems to be a statue of the Knight King in the central square of the royal capital! I've never seen it before!"

"I heard it's a giant statue! A really spectacular one! Do you want to see it?"

As she spoke, Kalia shook the cat in her hand, causing its fur to fly everywhere.

Nash was intrigued: "Wow, there are tourist attractions like this?! I definitely have to see it! Even though he's human, this guy is a character written into the dragon textbooks!"

"The Knight King is actually in the dragon race's textbooks?" Kalia asked in surprise. "What subject?"

"Dragon-slaying prevention tutorial".

Kalia: “…”

Kalia was somewhat speechless, but considering the Knight King's vast and numerous dragon-slaying legends... it didn't seem unacceptable.

Nash quickly explained, "Well, although the Knight King killed some of the dragon scum who had been banished from Dragon Island back then, we still need to learn from that experience!"

Cellina then asked, "Do you really have to go?"

"Of course!" the person and the cat said in unison, "We've come all the way to the capital, how can we not visit such an iconic attraction!"

Cellina sighed, then pointed ahead and said, "Turn left at the second intersection ahead, then go straight to the end, turn left at the end of the alley, and then go straight to reach the central square."

"You guys go ahead and go, I won't go."

"Huh, why?" Kalia asked.

"Some bad memories."

(End of this chapter)