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

Chapter 144 Cheese sandwiched between two buns
Late at night, as Roland and Aslan said goodbye at the entrance of the Magic Academy, Aslan patted Roland on the shoulder and said, "You're much more of a genius than I thought."

"The idea behind this engraving design is very unique; it's something that neither my teacher nor I had ever considered before."

"But what I didn't expect was that you, who weren't the inventor, actually managed to reconstruct the configuration almost entirely based on your memory and understanding..."

Aslan, who usually seemed quite listless, was now very excited: "Although I don't know the name of this researcher from the academy, I think the genius who came up with this configuration will definitely make his name resound throughout the continent in the future."

"Also, I've accepted your request, and I'll give it to you before you leave the capital. You can rest assured."

Seeing Aslan confidently accept the commission, Roland asked curiously, "Senior brother, don't you have anything else to do?"

"I'm not in a rush to get these things, you can go about your business first."

Aslan waved his hand: "I don't have anything to do. As long as the old man doesn't have any research topics to study, I have nothing to do either."

"By the way, didn't you see the old man when you came back this time? He went out to gather materials, saying he'd come back to work on a new research project."

"In other words, I really didn't have anything to do before he came back."

"It's nothing more than helping you make some sample products, it's not difficult."

"With your talent, you can make it yourself after just a few glances, as long as you have the materials."

Hearing Aslan say this, Roland could only smile and nod: "Alright, but I won't let you do this for nothing. If there's anything I can help with, just let me know, senior brother."

"Really?"

"Really, of course, within my capabilities."

Seeing that Roland's expression was serious and not fake, Aslan coughed and said, "Well, my dear junior brother... I heard that the ones besieging Blackthorn Territory this time are the legendary demon familiars. Do you have any remains of these familiars?"

"What do you want this for?"

"Hey, this familiar can be considered a key milestone in the development of rune technology! Self-propelled puppet weapons, inexpensive to manufacture, and powerful in combat. This is something that current human magical technology cannot replicate."

"Magic technology itself is an improvement that humans made from the rune magic technology of the demon race. No, to say it's an improvement is an understatement. To put it bluntly, human magic research is still at the level of a clumsy imitation of the technology excavated from the Demon King's castle."

Aslan sighed: "Familiars, especially high-level combat familiars, are not even available in the academy for students to reference."

"After all, the demons have remained peacefully confined to the northern border for the past three hundred years. They rarely appear."

"Even if they do appear, they will at most linger on the border between the Empire and the Federation of Nations."

"Although we expect to collect a lot of familiar remains during this Blackthorn Territory battle, I'd rather have one that can move."

Roland sighed, "There's really no one who can move. I can't help with that."

Aslan sighed immediately, "Fine, then I'll wait for the wreckage at the academy."

"Don't worry, senior brother. Although I don't have the physical object, I have the magic circuits for the operation of familiars. I have studied these things in battle."

"Really?"

"It's half true, half false," Roland silently added to himself.

Research was out of the question, but as a spellcaster, Roland could still discern how the spells of spell interference and spell counterspell destroyed those familiars.

At the moment the familiar shatters, the spell circuits that permeate the familiar's entire body will briefly appear.

Although each familiar's circuits will differ depending on its size.

However... the points of destruction for both spell interference and spell countermeasures are very similar.

Even the prototype of the Demon King's Hand was the same.

Once the three key nodes in the circuit are destroyed, the familiar will automatically collapse.

However, as the prototype of the highest-ranking familiar, it can quickly repair these nodes on its own.

This is also why they are difficult to completely destroy.

“Really.” Roland nodded. “But I need to recall it and draw a diagram.”

"But I promise I can give it to you before the New Year. Just wait for my teleportation magic."

"Hahahaha, that's great! With your blueprints and the wreckage, we can study quite a lot more."

Aslan seemed very happy: "The old man would probably be very happy to know! That old guy doesn't say it, but he's actually quite troubled every day, since research into magical technology has essentially stagnated for several years."

"He'll probably be happy for a while now that he's found a new direction."

After exchanging pleasantries, Roland bid farewell to Aslan and headed towards his dormitory, yawning.

"Phew... It's already this late."

"You should get some rest; we have to go to the palace tomorrow..."

Roland took out his pocket watch, glanced at it, shook his head, and then simply used Flash to travel back to his dormitory, which he hadn't visited for quite some time.

I pushed open the door, went upstairs, and washed up.

Then, Mr. Roland, who had been busy all day, came to the bedside with a yawn.

Then he noticed the unusual situation on the bed.

Not to mention that she hadn't made her bed at all before leaving, but now the quilt was neatly spread out on the bed.

There's clearly someone hiding under that blanket!
"Hey……"

Roland sighed, and he already had a vague idea of ​​what was going on in his mind.

After all, not many people would do that.

But when he pulled back the covers, Roland began to feel glad that he hadn't called out the name he was thinking of from the start.

Iluvia, who was lying on her side on the bed, was tightly tucking the blankets that were covering her body, and looked at Roland with a flushed face.

"Wait, wait so long! Why are you so late coming back!"

Roland, who was lifting the blanket, silently pulled it back over himself, then stood there with his eyes closed, trying to calm himself down.

There must be something wrong with how I'm doing it. Yes, there must be something wrong with how I'm doing it. Deep breath, deep breath…

After calming down for a while, Roland lifted the blanket again, only to find Iluvia looking even more embarrassed and angry.

"Hey! What are you doing?!"

"..."

Close it. Open it.

Close it again, then open it again.

The back and forth of the blanket being pulled back made Iluvia almost catch a cold.

Unable to bear it any longer, Iluvia simply crawled out from under the covers, then locked Roland's neck and dragged him onto the bed.

"W-What do you want to do?!"

"...What do you think, Mr. Fiancé?"

……

In the girls' dormitory area, Kalia suddenly shivered.

She had a feeling that something very bad had happened.

Even her innate magic involuntarily went berserk, and the winding shadow tentacles quickly locked onto Nash, who was scratching the sofa.

Nash: "!!!"

"Help! They're killing the cat!"

Kalia, snapping out of her daze amidst the cat's screams, quickly canceled the spell and ran to the cat's fur to soothe it.

"I'm sorry... I suddenly had a bad feeling, like something was stolen from me."

"Damn it, you and Roland are a match made in heaven! How come it's so easy to get into mortal danger when you two are together!"

Nash clearly didn't appreciate Kalia's gesture and jumped onto Cherlinina's shoulder, who was busy laying out bedding.

Cellina looked up and asked, "Kalia, what's wrong? Why did the spell go out of control again?"

Kalia blushed and remained silent, then answered a completely different question: "Do Roland and I really look like a match made in heaven?"

Celinina: “…”

"Even if you seem to be a perfect match, if you keep dragging this out, you'll squander any huge advantage you have."

"At least in terms of taking initiative, you are not as proactive as that princess."

Kalia looked up abruptly: "Huh!? What does this have to do with that wicked woman?!"

"You didn't see her?" Cherlinina asked, somewhat surprised. "When we first entered the dormitory area, wasn't she riding in a carriage heading towards the boys' dormitory area next door?"

"You know where she's going without me telling you, right?"

"I thought you saw it."

Kalia: “!!!”

"When did this happen?! How come I didn't know about it!"

Seeing Kalia's obvious agitation, even Nash on Cherlinina's shoulder was bewildered: "Meow, you really didn't see it? I saw it!"

"Both she and I thought you saw it, and since you didn't react, we didn't say anything more."

Cellina suddenly realized, "Ah...you were busy eating the fried fish and chips you brought back then, you probably didn't see it because you were busy eating?"

Kalia: “…”

After a brief silence, Kalia slipped into the shadows and ran straight out the window.

Only one sentence was left for Cherlinina and Nash.
"Nina, you can sleep in my bed tonight!"

Celinina: “…”

Nash: “…”

The man and the cat exchanged a glance, then Nash asked, "Is it too late for her to get there now?"

“…It might already be over.” Cellina analyzed seriously: “Of course, this is based on the premise that Roland goes back to rest after dinner.”

"What's over?" Nash tilted his head, still an immature dragon, and couldn't understand what Cherlinina was saying.

"It's okay, just pretend I didn't say anything."

After speaking, Cherlinina glanced at the newly laid-out quilt on the ground.

Well, all that effort for nothing.

……

The situation in Roland's bedroom was tense.

Roland was speechless as he looked at Iluvia, who was clinging to him tightly, burying her head in his chest, but not making any further move.

Why isn't the plot I was expecting here?

Shouldn't this be the point of whether to eat first or eat me first?

Why does it end here?
Or are you waiting for me to make the first move?
Just as Roland was about to do something, his window shattered.

The smoke bomb, filled with anti-magic stone powder, instantly filled the entire room.

Roland: “???”

No, didn't I remove all the trip mines... Damn, I only removed the trip mines inside the room, I haven't cleared the mines outside the window yet!
(End of this chapter)