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

Chapter 152 Nash: "Meow, I can't talk, meow."

"Lia~~~ I'm so hungry~~~"

Kalia was speechless as she looked at Flam, who was clinging to her and constantly complaining.

Sure enough... this old thing is still the same as before, completely unchanged.

That's right, ten years is probably not much different from ten days for an elf.

How much growth can you expect from a person in ten days?
She didn't suffer any major setbacks.

However, Kalia felt that Flam was probably really tired right now.

After all, if she had thought to herself that she was an old woman or a granny, she would have realized it long ago.

This is not mind reading; it's just Flam's intuition.

Kalia, who had spent sixteen years with Flam, was absolutely certain of this.

When one is exhausted, Flam's intuition naturally becomes ineffective.

After some hesitation, Kalia took out the cream bread she had just brought back from a restaurant.

Then, with great reluctance, she took it out and put it into the mouth of Flam, who was lying on Kalia's body with her mouth open, waiting to be fed.

On the other hand, Iluvia wasn't having an easy time either.

Mr. Sean, whose skills were clearly much weaker than Flam's, lay on a deck chair like a dried-out salted fish, looking utterly hopeless.

He had completely lost the elegant and unfathomable image of a powerful figure he had presented when they met in front of the secret room.

“Iluvia…for the sake of your damned father, call someone to give me some water.”

Iluvia stood beside Sean and asked softly, "Won't you eat something like Lady Flam?"

"...Don't compare human energy to that of elves, Iluvia."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

They are, after all, my elders, and they are among the few elders who are willing to talk to me and give me a birthday gift.

Although Iluvia didn't have much contact with him on weekdays due to his busy work schedule, she couldn't let this chief mage, who had made outstanding contributions to the smooth inheritance of the royal array authority, die of thirst, both for public and private reasons.

Roland, who was watching from the side holding his cat, was stunned by the scene before him.

Is transferring permissions really that tiring?
Even with their combined strength, the two legendary ninth-ring mages were exhausted to this extent.

After eating a piece of cream bread and drinking some water to replenish her energy, Flam looked up at Roland.

"You little brat, do you think this mission is easy?"

"Do you know how complicated this permission transfer process is? Just figuring out the spell's structure took us almost an hour!"

Sean, who had also finished drinking water, said, "But the main reason we're so tired is because we optimized the structure of the spell."

"If it's just a simple transfer of permissions, it really doesn't need to be so tiring and take so much time."

Sean sat up, regaining some of the air of the Chief Court Archmage, and began to explain on behalf of the younger generation.

"The formation of the royal capital is still advanced even in this era."

"On the contrary, as part of its inheritance ritual, it is indeed too rudimentary and outdated in terms of the techniques for inheritance and binding authority."

"If I were alone this time, I would definitely ignore it."

"But since we've managed to get a helper of Ms. Flam's caliber, it's only reasonable to make some improvements to the spell's structure."

Frum, still perched on Kalia's shoulder, complained, "It wasn't by choice."

"To be honest, I regret agreeing to your suggestion now."

"I'm so hungry, sleepy, and thirsty right now, and I can't believe it's all your fault."

Sean shook his head helplessly, offering no response whatsoever to Flam's words.

After all, he was one of the generation that Furam watched grow up.

He understood this senior's temperament all too well... no, he meant senior, but without the "old".

Meanwhile, Sean, who had regained much of his magic, noticed Nash in Roland's hand.

He waved to Roland, gesturing for Roland to come to his side.

"Your Excellency Sean, is there something you need from me?"

Roland got up, holding the cat, and walked towards Sean.

Sean smiled and said, "Kid, can I borrow the cat you're holding to take a look?"

Iluvia, who was standing nearby, was quite surprised: "Uncle Sean, do you like cats too?"

"Haha, everyone likes cute things. Even if you don't like them, you won't hate them. It's only human nature."

Sean smiled and took the cat from Roland.

His attitude towards these pet cats and dogs is exactly as he says.

I don't dislike it, but I wouldn't say I particularly like it either.

He simply noticed something unusual about the cat.

As a ninth-ring legendary mage, after regaining some of his strength, he noticed the strange magical fluctuations that constantly surrounded Nash.

This is not just an ordinary cat!
It might not even be a cat!

After seeing Sean's actions, Flam said, "Oh, you noticed too?"

"As expected, Lady Flam had already discovered it... This is the aura of a demonic curse spell. It's the kind of special curse spell that can only be activated through a demonic altar."

Sean began to analyze the situation seriously.

His knowledge and insight truly live up to his title as the chief court mage.

Almost simultaneously with Flam, they discovered Nash's special qualities.

Iluvia: “???”

What curse? What happened?
Isn't this just an ordinary, cute long-haired cat?

Iluvia cast a puzzled look at Roland.

Roland was also puzzled.

Could it be that Iluvia didn't realize Nash could talk?
How did this talkative cat manage to stay silent for so long?

"Iluvia, didn't you hear what this silly cat was saying?"

"Speak?" Iluvia was taken aback. "How can a cat talk? Roland, what are you talking about?"

“Is there any possibility, child, that this isn’t a cat?” Sean looked at Iluvia and laughed.

"Although it looks, touches, and even has the same body structure as a cat, it is not a cat."

"Based on the aura emanating from its body and the unique fluctuations in its blood."

"This should be a young dragon."

"It was just cursed by the demons and turned into a cat, but that doesn't affect its ability to speak."

"It should be able to understand human speech as well, barring any unforeseen circumstances."

“Am I right, Mr. Young Dragon?” Nash felt a cold sweat pour down his back as he looked at Sean, who was explaining and smiling at him.

It's over, exposed.

Although I knew it would be exposed sooner or later.

But it really didn't expect to be exposed so quickly!

Surely this princess wouldn't kill me just because I overheard her whispers?
Can Roland save himself?

Forget it, I'll just have to go and join Kalia's side.

At least this guy doesn't get along with the princess, so he should protect himself, right?
I'm her adorable little pet! She wouldn't just stand by and watch me die, would she?

"Uncle Sean...you mean...it can not only talk, but also understand human language?"

Iluvia's voice began to stammer, and her whole body started to tremble slightly.

She also glanced at Roland.

Roland smiled and nodded, then took the cat back from Sean's arms.

"Yeah, didn't this guy talk to you? He's usually so talkative, right, Kalia?"

“Yes, that’s certainly true.” Kalia nodded in agreement.

Even Flam, who was still clinging to Kalia and refusing to get off, said, "Yes, she is indeed a noisy cat... no, a noisy dragon."

Iluvia: “…”

After a brief silence, Iluvia broke into a bright smile.

The brilliance was so dazzling that Roland was somewhat frightened.

He had never seen Iluvia laugh like that before.

"Roland~~~ Can I borrow your cat and hug it again?"

"Oh, oh... you actually like this guy quite a bit?"

"Yes! I—love—it—so—!"

Watching Iluvia grit her teeth and utter each word slowly, Roland silently handed the cat to Iluvia.

Everyone present, except Roland who sensed something was amiss, felt it was a very harmonious scene.

It's normal for Roland to sense that something was wrong.

After all, the cat was shaking quite violently during the handover.

Of course, none of this had anything to do with him.

Even though Roland sensed something was wrong, he still handed the cat over.

Sean chuckled and said, "That's great... this kid has finally made a friend."

"By the way, what are your plans for dealing with this baby dragon?"

Frum replied, "I'll find a chance to send it back to Dragon Island. If I can't find Dragon Island... I'll go back to Avalon. The old folks there always have a way."

"Um... when do you mean 'find an opportunity'?" Sean was a little embarrassed.

After all, elves' sense of time is really not something to be proud of.

"Hmm... in six months? Probably."

"So fast?" Sean was somewhat surprised.

"probably."

"perhaps……"

Well, that's certainly a very elf-like way of putting it.

Oh well, there's no way I, a human, could find out where Dragon Island is anyway.

Let the elves worry about that.

It's not impossible that Dragon Island will take the initiative to come to us in the future.

However, dragons and elves share the same concept of time, and Sean had no idea when the dragons would realize that the young dragon had disappeared.

That said, Iluvia really does like cats.

Or should we talk to Salah about it later?
The child is practically pressing his face against the cat; he seems to really love it.

……

"You...can talk, right?"

"...Meow~~~"

"Heh, it's no use pretending now." Iluvia laughed coldly.

With a slightly flushed face, she gripped the dead cat's neck tightly: "Remember... I didn't say anything in the carriage, you didn't hear anything... Understand?"

"Don't tell anyone else, especially Roland!"

"If I find out you told anyone... I... I'll... I'll..."

Iluvia, who was trying to threaten someone, quickly realized that she had no way of threatening the other person at all.

She couldn't possibly kill a dragon disguised as a cat!
What if Dragon Island investigates us then?
Even if Dragon Island doesn't pursue the matter, what if Roland hates me for killing Roland's pet cat?
Not to mention, this cat has something on itself!

Castrate it?
Not at all.

Dragon reproduction has always been a problem, which is why dragons rarely appear outside of Dragon Island.

If I were to castrate it, it would seem to have the same effect as killing it.

Seemingly noticing Iluvia's embarrassment, Nash went along with it: "Well... I won't say anything, don't worry."

"Why should I believe you! What if you tell me?" Iluvia wasn't very convinced of the cat's... or the dragon's character.

"Meow, you can only trust me now, right? And even if I told you... uh... meow, I can't breathe... I... I won't say it!"

Nash, who had narrowly escaped being strangled, begged for mercy in terror.

"...Remember what you said."

"But... I don't think there's anything wrong with saying it. Maybe Roland will... Okay, okay, I won't say it!"

Feeling the increasing pressure on his neck, Nash promptly begged for mercy.

Thus, a preliminary agreement was reached between the person and the cat.

However, just to be on the safe side, Iluvia took some minor precautions.

"Roland~~~ Can I keep this cat for a couple of days?"

"Hey, but we're going to Riskan tomorrow." Kalia looked at Iluvia with some dissatisfaction.

"It's okay, I'll go with you!"

“I’ve already spoken with my father, and he’s agreed!”

Iluvia smiled brightly, but the cat in her arms looked ashen.

(End of this chapter)