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

Chapter 149: Wings in a Knot?

After Iluvia, her face flushed, angrily sat back down, Roland and Kalia were both stunned.

Iluvia actually admitted it so readily?!
Well, this was indeed beyond Roland and Kalia's expectations.

Roland thought that this somewhat arrogant princess would stubbornly deny it, saying it was all just a misperception or something.

But to my surprise, she admitted it directly.

Kalia felt a pang of guilt after hearing Iluvia's last few words.

She glanced at the half-eaten beef jerky she was holding in her hand.

With a determined look, Kalia made a small knife out of her shadow, cut off the piece she had gnawed on, and then walked behind Iluvia with the rest of the beef jerky.

Then she patted Iluvia on the shoulder and handed her the beef jerky.

Iluvia looked up and saw the beef jerky that Kalia was offering her.

Iluvia: “???”

Well, Iluvia, who was meeting Kalia for the first time, was clearly not quite ready to accept Kalia's gesture of goodwill.

After a brief moment of thought, she still took the half of beef jerky that looked difficult to chew from Kalia's hand, and didn't forget to thank Kalia.

Roland was somewhat bewildered by the unexpected harmony between the two.

The two people who were at each other's throats last night are now strangely harmonious...

Could it be that I'm still not fully awake?
Otherwise, how can you explain everything you've seen?
Just then, the people Iluvia had sent arrived.

The newcomer had long, flowing hair and wore a crisp hatter's uniform. However, his unkempt stubble and slightly haggard appearance made this middle-aged man, who was quite handsome at first glance, look like a homeless person.

"Your Highness, I have arrived."

After speaking, she seemed to have noticed Roland and Kalia, and a glimmer of hope seemed to appear in their eyes.

The more Roland looked at the guy, the more familiar he seemed.

It's not about appearance... After all, if I had ever seen a man with long hair like that, I would definitely remember him immediately.

It's not about temperament, but about one's character.

That kind of passive-aggressive attitude that belongs to working people.

He has only seen this kind of temperament in two other people so far.

One is Kefas, who's slacking off, and the other is the hatter named Delan.

It was clear that the other person was not Kefas, and the hatter's uniform he was wearing almost explicitly indicated his identity and origin.

However, Roland did not take the initiative to greet them.

Iluvia turned to look at the other person: "Delan, you're quite familiar with the capital, do you have any good restaurant recommendations?"

After saying that, Iluvia glanced at the beef jerky in her hand and then said, "Choose a few more places, and make reservations for each one for me."

"Let's make the reservation...in the name of the military."

Delan paused for a moment, then nodded quickly: "Understood, Your Highness, I'll go right away."

"The list and seat numbers will be sent to your terminal via the communication device shortly."

"Okay, go ahead. Once you've handled this, I'll consider your mistake forgotten."

"Yes!"

Roland silently shook his head as he watched Delan disappear almost in the blink of an eye.

Not easy.

This person has clearly suffered a lot.

Although his body is intact, he must have suffered a great deal of psychological trauma.

Kalia clearly didn't recognize the hatter. She just kept tearing at the beef jerky while looking at Iluvia with curiosity and asking, "What did this guy do wrong?"

"And how did you punish him?"

Iluvia smiled warmly, then looked at Kalia: "Him...he knew but didn't tell."

"He knew some very important information, but failed to report it in a timely manner."

"He only speaks up when others report his problems."

"As an intelligence officer, isn't this a very serious mistake?"

Kalia listened and nodded seriously: "Oh, that's quite serious. So how did you punish him?"

"Well... after all, the other party is outstanding in strength and ability. I've decided to give him a chance."

Iluvia laughed as she spoke, "I just deducted all his performance bonuses for the next three years, okay? How's that punishment?"

"It doesn't sound like a very serious punishment." Kalia nodded as she listened. "After all, you didn't deduct your basic salary."

Roland coughed as he listened, then asked, "Excuse me, what percentage of your salary is comprised of performance-based pay?"

"Not much, only ninety percent."

Upon hearing this, even Kalia was stunned, and then subconsciously murmured, "No wonder that old man looked so utterly hopeless just now..."

Roland silently made a prayer gesture promoted by the Holy See.

Hope everyone is okay.

Kalia then continued, "So what exactly did this guy not report?"

"Oh, if it's some top-secret information that's not convenient for me to know, then you don't need to tell me."

Iluvia smiled without saying a word, only glancing back and forth between Kalia and Roland.

"Well... it's nothing important."

"Well, no."

"Absolutely not."

Just then, Iluvia's terminal rang; Delan had already arranged everything.

"The efficiency of the operation is not bad. It seems we can consider reducing the fine."

Iluvia laughed, then looked at the two of them and said, "Let's go then."

"Wait!" Kalia raised her hand. "Can I bring a friend along?"

Iluvia glanced at Roland: "Roland, what do you think?"

“If there are enough seats available,” Roland nodded. “I have no objection.” Thirty minutes later, in a family restaurant called Wagunaria in the capital.

Four people and a cat sat around a semi-circular dining table, looking at each other in bewilderment.

At this moment, Nash should be the most relaxed person on the court.

Having come to terms with its role as a pet, it has now accepted it.

Anyway, most of the time I don't have to do anything. Apart from watching Roland's emotional drama, I just eat, drink and sleep.

It seems to be not much different from when I was on Dragon Island.

Moreover, the things found in this human realm are far more abundant than those on Dragon Island.

Compared to the monotonous variety of grilled meats, fish, and sea monsters on Dragon Island, humans are far superior to all other races when it comes to cooking.

"Meow, why isn't anyone ordering food?"

"Since we've booked the entire place, the chef will arrange for every dish to be served once, so there's no need to order."

Cellina pulled the cat back from trying to climb onto the table and then hugged it.

Then she began to observe the somewhat strange atmosphere on the scene.

She felt somewhat superfluous in the room.

It seems more appropriate for her and Nash to sit at a separate table next door.

Although it's said that three women make a drama, considering that she is a demon, strictly speaking, she shouldn't be considered a "woman," so it's best for her not to get involved in Roland's emotional drama.

But the strangely harmonious atmosphere around the table at this moment was something she couldn't quite understand.

Kalia and Iluvia were chatting amicably about their favorite flavors, while Roland was left out, only able to nod and say things like "Hmm, that's right, okay."

Faced with this situation, she felt it would be more reliable to ask the older generation for their opinions.

So Cellina shook the cat in her hand: "You've lived a long time, what do you think?"

"Me? I'll be nestled in your lap watching." Nash rolled his eyes with a cat-like expression. "Please, I'm a dragon! And it's my first time leaving Dragon Island!"

"Can you expect me to figure anything out?"

"You can't expect a young dragon that's been turned into a cat to understand human logic about love, can you?"

Fortunately, the two of them spoke quietly enough not to attract the attention of the other three, otherwise they would have lost their spot as bystanders.

Cellina picked up the cat and held it close to her, then whispered, "Don't you think the atmosphere is strange?"

"Kalia and that princess seem to have a very good relationship."

"Heh, you demon, you're too naive. It only looks good on the surface."

Nash snorted and then pointed at Roland with his cat paw: "Didn't you see how embarrassed and nervous Roland looked?"

"Sometimes you can't judge relationships solely by the relationship between competitors; you also have to pay attention to the attitude of the person at the center of the storm!"

"Is there really such a saying?" Cellina, who had been fooled by the silly cat, was stunned for a moment, and then she also carefully observed the three people next to her.

To be honest, upon closer inspection, Roland's expression really did seem a bit off.

Nash proudly crossed his arms over his chest: "Heh heh, don't underestimate my observation skills!"

"Those two women are probably already thinking about how to divide Roland among themselves!"

"Meow! Why are you pinching me?!"

Suddenly feeling a pinch, Nash didn't dare to yell out loud, but could only turn around and complain to Cherlinina.

Did I pinch you?

"Hey! You're too cowardly to admit your mistake! If you hit me any harder, I'd be in two pieces! Can't you even watch the force you use?!"

"Feel sorry……"

Cherlinina smiled apologetically at Nash, then continued to stare at the three of them.

You know what, you really do know... it seems the situation is pretty much as this silly cat predicted?
Cellina felt that something seemed off about her mindset.

Hmm... my heart seems to be beating a little faster than usual.

Could it be that I'm actually the kind of person who enjoys watching a show?

After breaking free from Cellina's clutches and jumping onto her safer shoulder, Nash leaned close to Cellina's ear and continued his analysis.

“Look, these two maintain a peaceful and friendly exchange on the surface, but they are deliberately avoiding mentioning Roland between the lines, as if they are really talking about what to have for lunch today.”

"And that princess, she said she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to provide Kalia with a satisfactory meal because of her, but it's obvious that she's setting a trap for Kalia."

"If the food today is really bad, then it must be because this princess did it on purpose!"

Cellina sensed something was off as she listened, then patted the cat's head: "Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand."

"This princess's reputation in the capital... is indeed not very popular."

"So there is indeed a possibility that the chef deliberately makes the dishes taste bad..."

"Of course, it's just a possibility. After all, wanting to do it and daring to do it are two different things."

No sooner had Cellina finished speaking than Roland, who had become an automatic echo chamber, finally spoke up.

"Iluvia, don't worry too much."

"If a chef can't treat all guests equally, then we'll just eat at another restaurant."

Kalia nodded in agreement: "Exactly! Those who deliberately make food taste terrible are the most unforgivable! If you agree, I'll have the Shadow Beast swallow him right away!"

Upon hearing this, everyone—Iluvia, Roland, and the human and cat watching the show—was stunned.

Good grief, you're coming in here looking to kill someone?
Seeing that everyone's eyes were suddenly on her, Kalia quickly explained, "Oh dear, I meant to let the Shadow Beast swallow him and then spit him out to scare him!"

"Really?" Roland looked at Kalia warily.

"Really! And why do you look at me like that? Do you really think I would do such a thing?"

Kalia elbowed Roland in the chest in annoyance, making Roland's ribs ache.

"Alright, alright, but you should eat first before sentencing the chef."

As Roland spoke, he pointed to the waiter who had already brought over the dishes. Kalia, whose attention was drawn to the delicious-looking food, quickly gave up on continuing to argue with Roland about the issue.

Roland breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Iluvia, who was chuckling to herself, before asking with a light laugh, "You seem to get along quite well with Kalia."

"Tch, no way..." Iluvia glared at Roland lightly, then picked up her fork and started poking at the food that had been served, feeling a little guilty.

(End of this chapter)