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

Chapter 157 The Cat Team Makes a Great Contribution
When Kalia said those words, everyone present was stunned.

Especially Fram and Roland.

Both of them were instantly covered in cold sweat.

Cellina's expression wasn't good either, but given that she didn't understand Kalia's abilities, it was just that her expression was bad.

Only Iluvia seemed a little confused.

While it's true that a creation created by a talent spell is indeed a big deal, is there really a need to rush into this?
In an attempt to ease the tension, Iluvia coughed and said, "I don't think we need to worry too much."

"At least Riskan hasn't reported any emergency to higher authorities, has he?"

"Moreover, just as we were rushing here from the station, we were able to confirm that the lives of the residents here have not been greatly affected."

"The problem might not be as serious as you think."

After listening to Iluvia's analysis, Cellina was the first to relax.

This princess is indeed different from Kalia; she's intelligent and calm.

Even Kalia herself calmed down considerably.

Yes, if something really happened, Riskan wouldn't be looking so calm right now.

But Fram and Roland did not completely calm down.

Flam did so because she knew how troublesome Kalia's creations were.

A nightmare that can absorb fear and memories to grow stronger, and can even hide in the dreams of intelligent life, is not so easy to find.

And Roland...

Don't get me wrong, the system didn't pop up any tasks this time.

He just realized that something was wrong with the box he was holding.

The box he retrieved from the man in black's corpse, filled with old Lancelot's belongings, felt strangely heavy.

It's a bit too heavy...

Roland was quite certain that all that remained in the box were some small pieces of jewelry that old Lancelot had worn during his lifetime, such as badges and rings, as well as some letters and photographs.

These things, including the box, weighed less than two pounds, but Roland felt that the box in his hand was not much lighter than the suitcase Aslan had given him.

“Ms. Flam… something’s not right with this box. Why don’t you take a look?”

Roland handed the box in his hand to Fram.

But before Flam could do anything, Kalia suddenly shuddered.

She had calmed down a bit when she suddenly sensed a familiar presence.

"Wait! Hold on! Don't open this box!"

Frum looked at Kalia: "Lia, did you find something?"

"...I think, I think I can feel the presence of my creation again...it seems to be in this box."

"Oh."

Fram nodded, then looked at Roland.

Roland understood immediately, and then cast a counterspell on everyone present, including Flam.

Frum felt the unfamiliar magical fluctuations and peculiar spells emanating from her body, and gave Roland an admiring smile: "You kid, you always manage to come up with something new."

"Alright, all of you, stay alert! If anything strange comes out, block it!"

Iluvia and Cellina both nodded, while Kalia seemed somewhat conflicted.

She had a premonition that if she took action, it would cause some strange changes.

For safety reasons, the group chose to go downstairs.

Roland used his Ethereal Hand to carry the body of the man in black downstairs and then temporarily placed it on the lawn outside the door.

After Flam set up an isolation barrier, Roland unlocked the small lock hanging on the box in his hand.

Almost the instant Roland opened the box, a dark shadow darted out of it.

Celinina was the first to react.

As a warrior who was already very close to the eighth-ring hero rank, and also a demon, his physical reaction ability was undoubtedly the strongest among everyone present.

Even so, she was still a step too slow.

Although her fingers managed to brush against the shadow, she still couldn't quite catch it.

Following Cellina is Iluvia.

Her method was very simple.

The not-too-hot purple flames instantly filled the first floor.

The flames that brought death and decay could not stop the shadowy figure from moving about.

Just as the thing was about to crash into the barrier, a furry paw slammed it to the ground.

"Meow, what's flying around... And is this a cat's subconscious reaction?"

Nash looked at the guy he had pinned down with his paws, somewhat bewildered.

A tiny, black mouse.

Bare teeth and claws.

But as Nash looked at the mouse, the mouse quieted down.

"Another rat!?"

Roland looked at the unidentified dark figure controlled by Nash with a speechless expression.

Is Riskan really obsessed with rats...?

wrong!

How could a mouse possibly get into a locked box?!
Moreover, the box itself was intact, showing no signs of being chewed through. At this moment, Kalia stepped forward, squatted down, and began to carefully examine the mouse.

"Hmm...this seems to be the creation that I lost control of."

"Meow, is this for real?! Is this the same thing as that shadow from before?!"

Nash was so startled he almost didn't let go of his claws.

Frum also squatted down, picked up the World Tree branch she had picked up from Roland earlier, and poked the rat.

Hey, you know what, this poke really broke this mouse apart.

After it turned back into a shadow, Kalia suddenly felt that she could control the out-of-control shadow again, and instantly incorporated it into her own shadow.

"Well, if nothing unexpected happens, something's not right with this house."

"Otherwise, Leah wouldn't have only just realized now that this thing is out of her control."

"You should know that witches are quite sensitive to their creations."

"Even if things get out of control, you should realize it instantly, not after you've seen it with your own eyes."

"Clearly, some force is hindering her perception."

"At the same time, it prompts this out-of-control nightmare to grow on its own."

"And... this thing should be in this box."

As she spoke, Frum looked at the box that had fallen to the ground.

Although the process was rather tortuous, overall, Kalia's creation spiraled out of control, but ultimately achieved a good ending.

At least nothing in Roland's house was stolen.

Roland silently picked up the box, invited everyone to sit on the sofa, and then took out the items from the box one by one and placed them on the coffee table.

That's all.

"Two photos, six letters from my father's friends, and some small ornaments such as badges and rings that my father used to wear."

Iluvia looked at the things on the coffee table, somewhat puzzled: "They all look like ordinary things. There's nothing strange about them."

Roland sighed: "I used to think there was nothing strange about my father's diary."

Roland then glanced at Kalia, who was looking somewhat embarrassed, and said, "Stop pretending to be mute, Kalia. It's your turn to make a move."

Kalia sighed: "Hey... don't actually think I can find something wrong every time."

"Huh... why does this envelope feel so thick? It looks like it's just a thin layer."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the anti-cognitive interference ring that Roland had just put on took effect.

He suddenly realized that what Kalia was holding in her hand was not an envelope, but a booklet.

"Wait, Leah!"

Roland quickly stood up: "Put those things down!"

"Huh! So sudden?!"

Kalia, who was about to open the "envelope," stopped in a panic and looked sharply at Roland.

Frum looked at Roland and asked, "What's wrong?"

Roland didn't answer. He took the "envelope" from Kalia's hand, then looked at everyone and asked, "In your opinion... what is this?"

"Of course it's an envelope, Roland, what are you talking about?" Kalia scratched her head, looking completely confused.

Iluvia and Cellina gave the same answer.

Fram then looked at Roland and asked, "Roland, what do you think this is? Didn't you just say that there were only letters, photos, and some small trinkets in this box?"

"...Cognitive interference, is Ms. Fram familiar with this method?"

Frum's eyes flickered: "You mean cognitive interference?"

After Roland's reminder, Flam's expression changed drastically, and she hurriedly began to wave her staff.

As the mental protective spell took effect, everyone present noticed that the items on the coffee table were different.

The envelopes turned into booklets, but everything else remained unchanged.

The photo is still just a photo, and the trinkets remain exactly as they were.

Iluvia was somewhat surprised.

She never expected that on her first trip outside the capital, she would encounter cognitive interference, something she had only ever seen in textbooks.

This is an extremely complex technique—no, judging it by the term "technique" is unreasonable. Because neither humans, demons, nor elves have ever successfully replicated this method.

Only the dragon race possesses similar methods.

Dragon Island used cognitive interference to completely conceal its presence in the Storm Ocean.

Without following specific methods, it is impossible to find the entrance.

Nash, who had been lying next to Kalia, finally dared to speak.

"You scared me to death! When I saw you pointing at these booklets and saying they were envelopes, I thought there was something wrong with me."

Flam glanced at Nash and sighed, "Even after being turned into a cat, the racial characteristics of dragons haven't been affected?"

"It seems this cat can be quite useful..."

Nash got angry when Flam stared at him.

It always felt that there was something unfriendly in the elf's eyes.

Fortunately, Flam quickly looked away and asked Roland, "Let's see what's recorded in these booklets first."

"After all, these six booklets are clearly the source of the anomaly."

“Not only are Leah’s creations, but this room and the abnormality in you may also be related to these things.”

(End of this chapter)