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

Chapter 156 Dude, you're not dead yet!?
As the salty sea breeze blew into Roland's nostrils, Roland, standing on the platform, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

The smell of home remains unchanged.

Well... but more than half a month has passed, and it would be a bit unreasonable to expect anything to change.

Although this train was an express train, even though the group set off in the early morning, they did not arrive until 2 a.m. the next day.

The hatters, led by Delan, were the first to leave the station; they needed to immediately proceed to the city's garrison headquarters in Riskan and take over command of the Inspectorate.

Roland and his party were temporarily housed in the Governor's Mansion.

Yes, this was due to the murder of the former governor, Crane, and the fact that the turmoil in the capital had just subsided when the Blackthorn Territory incident occurred.

There is still no suitable candidate for the new governor of Riscan.

Fortunately, Riskan's city hall was well preserved and did not suffer too much damage during the Chaos Brotherhood's operation, so it did not affect the city's daily operations.

Colonel Odemeyer, the city garrison commander who was acting as the interim governor, may have looked burly, but he was quite capable of making decisions in handling routine matters.

After all, this is Switzerland, a place teeming with merchants and where trade is a common practice.

If you stay here long enough, you'll eventually be able to understand and analyze the pros and cons.

I learned from Iluvia that the governor of Riskan would not be chosen until spring at the earliest.

After all, Blackthorn Territory was also lacking a governor at this time, and appointing two governors was not a simple task for the National Assembly, which had just experienced a major purge.

However, Roland did not choose to live in the city lord's mansion.

He wanted to go home and visit.

Look at those belongings that I've collected, which belong to my father, old Lancelot.

Perhaps he can find some key clues in those things, just like in that notebook.

"You actually chose to go home... That's surprisingly reasonable."

Fram didn't have much of an opinion on Roland's choice.

She had only a vague feeling that she would be spending the night alone at the Governor's Mansion.

After all, the others around her all looked like they wanted to go home with Roland.

Roland naturally noticed the expressions on these guys' faces and shrugged helplessly: "My house isn't very big, there aren't that many places to sleep."

"Even if you want to sleep on the floor... take my advice, it's best not to sleep directly on the floor in Riskan during winter, as it's easy to catch a cold."

Roland's words clearly failed to persuade anyone, so he could only shrug at Flam in resignation.

Frum sighed; "Alright, alright, I'll go and take a look too."

Upon hearing this, everyone present except Flam focused their attention on Flam herself.

Frum calmly surveyed the crowd: "What, do you all really not want to be with me?"

Kalia was silent for a moment, then nodded quietly.

"boom!"

No mercy!

With lightning speed, Flam pulled out her great staff and slammed it down on Kalia's head like whack-a-mole.

Kalia immediately crouched down, covering her head in defense.

Roland, somewhat helplessly, pulled Kalia, whose eyes were already brimming with tears, behind him: "Alright, alright, Ms. Flam, Lia's already stupid, if you keep hitting her, she'll become even stupider... Ouch! Why did you bite me!?"

Roland, who was pleading for Kalia's life, was suddenly betrayed by Kalia.

Taking advantage of Roland's momentary lapse in attention, the creature bit Roland's finger.

Furam—_—: "Does anyone else have any objections?"

Iluvia: “…”

Celinina: “…”

Nash: “…”

"Great, it seems everyone agrees."

Frum nodded in satisfaction, then looked at Roland and said, "What are you waiting for? Lead the way."

Roland sighed; he knew he wouldn't be getting a good night's sleep tonight.

Fortunately, he had already had this idea on the way here and was prepared to stay up all night, so he got a good night's sleep in the train carriage.

Leading the group, Roland quickly brought them to his home.

then……

He then noticed something was amiss.

Instead of immediately taking out his keys, he walked to the door and examined it. Then he felt the gap between the door and pulled out a small triangular piece of paper.

"what happened?"

Kalia, who had been following Roland, saw him touching the door and asked him what was wrong.

“Someone has been here,” Roland said calmly. “The position and orientation of the paper have changed.”

"Someone's been here?" Flam frowned slightly. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, although we don't know who came, we are certain that he entered through the main gate."

Roland didn't explain further, and took out his key to open the door.

Sure enough, even Kalia noticed something was wrong after seeing the scene inside the house.

"Wow, the house is a complete mess!"

Cellina went straight into the room and began to observe. Soon, by the moonlight, she saw a faint line of footprints on the ground, almost invisible.

"This person entered the house not long ago."

"The footprints look very fresh."

Upon hearing this, Furam nodded and then gestured for everyone to step back.

"Backtracking reveals itself!"

As the magic flowed, a series of figures began to appear inside the room, and even extended outside the door.

Everyone watched as the indistinct phantom entered the room.

Approaching the door, she picked the lock, entered, and searched the living room and kitchen. Then, as if sensing something amiss, she abruptly turned around and hurriedly left, but not forgetting to stuff the piece of paper Roland had placed between the door frame and the door back in, pretending no one had been there. "This guy really does things half-heartedly," Iluvia remarked mercilessly. "He tried to pretend no one was there by stuffing the paper back in, but instead he left the room in a complete mess?"

“It’s obvious that this guy sensed danger, or he received some orders to evacuate in advance,” Cellina said, pointing to the several phantoms that turned around.

Frum added, "Anyway, it's not a thief."

"Normally, the Rewind spell can directly restore the appearance of all people who entered and exited the site within a period of no more than three days."

"But his face was blurred."

"Obviously, there are relevant blocking methods."

"This is not the kind of trick that ordinary thieves would use."

Roland sighed, "Let me check if anything is missing first."

After saying that, Roland walked straight toward the basement entrance next to the kitchen.

After a quick look around, Roland confirmed that nothing had been stolen and everything was properly placed where it should be.

There was no sign that even the warning runes Roland had hidden in the shadows had been triggered.

Of course, there wasn't much in the basement.

Before Roland bound himself to the system, the items in this small workshop were indeed good materials and parts, and many of them were even controlled items that Roland purchased from the black market.

But now...

Although these items were still quite valuable, Roland looked down on them.

After all, these things are everywhere in the college's laboratories.

However, since it is part of one's memories to some extent, it is certainly a good thing that it was not lost.

Iluvia curiously peered over Roland's shoulder into the basement: "Hey, what is this place?"

"Roland, your workshop?"

"Yes. My father helped me modify it. The props used at the beginning of the assessment were all made here."

Roland smiled as he spoke, then turned and left the basement, heading towards the second floor.

That was where I kept my father's belongings.

When Roland and Iluvia came out of the basement together, they found that everyone else had already gone up to the second floor.

But when Roland and Iluvia went upstairs, they found that the three people in front of them were standing still.

What are you doing standing here?

Roland patted Kalia on the shoulder, then looked ahead at the three of them.

On the second-floor corridor, there lay a corpse, its blood still wet.

The man dressed in black sat leaning against the corridor on the second floor, his eyes wide open and his head bowed.

An unfamiliar corpse died in its own home for unknown reasons.

Most importantly, he was also holding a box in his hand.

A box with a simple little lock on it.

Roland was very familiar with this.

This is the small iron box he used to store his father's belongings.

Fram turned to Roland: "Do you know him?"

Roland shook his head; without a doubt, this man had never appeared in his memory.

Flam then said, "For some reason, the Rewind spell doesn't work on the second floor."

"There's a strange magical fluctuation interfering with this place..."

Before Flam could speak, Roland cast a spell to disrupt the strange magical fluctuations that were swirling around the area, making them even more chaotic.

The chaos only made the second-floor corridor more uncomfortable, but it also allowed Flam to cast the Rewind spell.

"Ms. Fram, is it alright now?"

Looking at Roland smiling at her, Flam curled her lip: "Your imagination is really... speechless."

"Although the conditions for performing the spell have become much more difficult, it is not entirely impossible."

With a wave of her staff, the Rewind spell was once again released from Flam's hand.

Then, an unbelievable scene unfolded before everyone's eyes.

A distorted, shadowy mass crawled out of the room and pierced the chest of the man in black.

This is all that the Rewind spell can reveal.

But... Roland felt that the shadow looked somewhat familiar.

He looked at Kalia beside him and realized that she hadn't said a word since the beginning.

At this moment, Kalia pursed her lips tightly, and her body trembled instinctively.

Frum was also stunned; she too recognized the true form of the shadow.

At this moment, after a long silence, Kalia finally spoke tremulously, "This...this seems to be...it's that...that night..."

Kalia was reluctant to recall what happened on the night she first met Roland.

But the facts were undeniable, leaving her no choice but to recall them.

Roland looked at Flam beside him: "Ms. Flam, can a witch's innate magical creations maintain their existence for such a long time?"

“It depends on the type.” Flam said, pointing to Iluvia: “For example, Iluvia’s innate magic allows her to maintain the existence of the puppets she controls as long as she wants.”

“But Leah’s…I had never seen her before today.”

Then Flam looked at Kalia and said, "Alright, Kalia, you've done your part in protecting Roland's precious assets."

Don't be so scared. Nobody's blaming you.

Kalia shook her head, and said with a trembling voice, "It's not because of that... I can feel... this thing is out of my control."

“I can’t control its dissipation or let it return to the shadows.”

"It...it's no longer in this house!"

(End of this chapter)