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

Chapter 164 Roland did it too.

Before entering the room, Flam imagined many scenes she would see.

But this does not include everything she is seeing at this moment.

In the faint, indistinct mist, a wooden sailboat floats alone and quietly on the unknown sea.

Business as usual.

Just like when this ship left the port thirty years ago, appearing in the public eye for the last time.

But at this point, the problem is not that.

"Roland, did anything unusual happen at the city defense headquarters just now?"

Fram quickly recovered from her surprise and looked at Roland to ask.

Roland shook his head: "Everything is normal. By the way... I've found the location of the Iris. Now all we need to do is find the ship, and the curse will be complete..."

"Never mind that ship for now! Are you sure you didn't sense anything unusual just now?" Flam interrupted Roland.

This abrupt attitude made Roland realize—something had happened again!
That familiar atmosphere and tone...

It's that familiar feeling again.

"No, Ms. Fram. I've just been here with Cellina, organizing data to reconstruct the shipwreck and the location of the vessel."

"Nothing unusual was found throughout the entire process."

Frum fell silent: "You really didn't notice anything?"

"No."

Roland shook his head, glancing at Cellina in the process: "She didn't find anything either."

Cellina nodded: "Yes, I didn't hear anything strange."

Roland immediately asked, "Please speak frankly, Ms. Fram, what happened?"

"...After we entered the city defense headquarters, as we were making our way to your room, we found many soldiers' corpses lying in the building's corridors."

"Colonel Odmeyer is seriously injured, but he is in good physical condition and has not fainted. He has been taken to the hospital for emergency treatment, and three hatters accompanied him to the hospital."

"The incident occurred right downstairs from your building."

Roland and Cellina were somewhat surprised: "Are you sure you found it downstairs?"

“But the colonel’s office is in the next building, and Colonel Odmeyer said he was going to attend the meeting that the Hatter started.”

Iluvia nodded: "That's what Delan said too."

“Odmeyer had indeed just left the conference room at that time.”

"That's the strange thing. When we arrived at the city defense headquarters, Delan's meeting hadn't ended yet."

“And Odmeyer was also present at the meeting.”

"But it normally takes five minutes to walk from the main entrance to the building where you are."

"Furthermore, there are no connecting corridors between the buildings."

“Normally, even if Odmeyer walks fast, he should have run into us downstairs.”

"Instead of collapsing in the stairwell, he had clearly been through a considerable battle."

Nash, who had been watching the whole thing, muttered to himself, "It seems the person in the meeting and the colonel lying in the hallway are not the same person."

"Someone temporarily took his place."

"As for whether the one lying in the stairwell is the real colonel, or the one in the meeting is the real colonel... Hey, why are you all staring at me like that?!"

As Nash spoke, he noticed that everyone present was looking at him.

She could only snuggle closer to Kalia, but found that even Kalia was looking down at her with a surprised expression.

"I didn't realize you were so smart!"

"I've always been smart, okay?!"

Nash expressed his dissatisfaction vehemently by waving his paws.

Why does even Kalia think I'm not smart?! Is that even possible?!

Roland then coughed and said, "Well, we can't jump to conclusions like that. It's also possible that the enemy has mastered spatial magic."

"For example, my Flash. It can do these things in an instant."

"You mean... you did it!?" Kalia looked at Roland with a puzzled expression. "Could it be that the Colonel is a spy for the Brotherhood of Chaos!?"

"..."

Somewhat speechless, Roland didn't know what to say for a moment, but Nash was the first to defend himself.

"What are you thinking? That's impossible, meow!"

"Hey, wasn't it Roland who did it?!"

Nash rolled his eyes at Kalia: "If Roland makes a move, do you think that colonel will still be alive? And the battle doesn't seem like it'll be over in an instant! This guy can even hold his own against a legendary warrior of the ninth ring for a short while!"

"But the signs of a fierce battle in the corridor were obvious. That colonel resisted! Do you think he could have resisted Roland's attack?"

Kalia nodded thoughtfully: "That's true..."

"That's a joke! That's not the point at all!" Iluvia couldn't stand it anymore and interrupted the silly cat's conversation: "Roland had absolutely no reason to attack the Colonel, okay?"

"Even if he really was a Chaos Cult spy, and Roland just happened to discover him, how could he still be alive?"

Feeling the topic was getting a bit off track, Flam coughed: "Hey, hey, hey, what are you all thinking? Isn't the issue right now about that colonel's identity?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a hatter pushed open the door and entered: "Your Highness, Colonel Odmeyer has been found unconscious in the Colonel's office."

"The Odame's that went to the meeting, and the one found in the building's hallway, are all fakes!"

hospital.

A doctor and a nurse were examining Colonel Odmeyer, who had just been brought in and was seriously injured.

The three hatters accompanying him stood one outside the door, one by the window, and one beside the doctor.

The three men never took their hands off the weapons at their waists.

Whether it's a short axe, a hand cannon, or a long sword at the waist, each weapon is positioned so that it can be drawn as quickly as possible to engage in combat.

The hatter standing next to the doctor asked, "How is the colonel?"

"His vital signs are stable, but he has some symptoms of blood loss. A blood transfusion will solve the problem."

The doctor responded with a smile, then looked further back at the hatter in front of him.

A tall man in a black overcoat was already standing at the door.

The hatter standing at the door was being held in his hand, his neck bent at an almost bizarre angle.

By the time the hatter realized something was wrong, it was too late.

The doctor's scalpel sliced ​​through the hatter's throat at a speed invisible to the naked eye, then pierced his heart.

The unknown poison caused the hatter's lips to turn purple instantly, and the two fatal wounds to his heart and throat rendered him unable to even make a sound.

As for the hatter at the window... well, he had already died at the hands of that nurse.

With a slight tightening of the nurse's palm, the hatter's heart, which she had already ripped out, exploded into a spray of blood.

On the bed, "Odemeyer" finally dropped his disguise.

He removed the mask from his face and the disguise spells on his body, revealing his true form.

A tall, thin, gloomy young man whose stature was completely incongruous with Odmeyer's.

"Let's go. The city guards will find us soon. Don't let that damned elf find us."

The tall man, Cassius, threw the hatter's corpse into the ward. After the doctors and nurses removed their blood-stained gloves and white coats, the gloomy young man lit a fire in his hand.

Then, the hospital began to burn.

They burned the building, which was already littered with corpses, to the ground.

"Has the item been found?"

"Lord Cassius, I'm sorry... I couldn't bring out much information. But I did get some news." The gloomy young man quickly spoke up: "That kid named Roland seems to have found a clue about the shipwreck!"

The young man continued to explain, afraid that Cassius would get angry and kill him: "It seems that he got some key information from the Continental Historical Society."

"Moreover, based on this information, we've deduced quite a few clues about the shipwreck! We might be able to follow him to find the Iris and the sacred relic!"

“…Roland again?! Roland Lancelot?!” Cassius asked irritably.

"Yes." The young man nodded quickly, then looked at the doctor with some panic.

Like the doctor, he was one of Slo's old men recently recruited by Cassius. Unlike the nurse.

The man was a trusted confidant whom Cassius had personally brought with him.

The doctor simply shook his head at him, signaling him to calm down and not panic.

Cassius took a deep breath, then turned to the doctor beside him and asked, "How's the data collection on Caul Lancelot coming along?"

"We've gained nothing; we haven't obtained any useful information," the doctor said.

"...No progress at all?"

"No. There's nothing special about this person's information." The doctor explained, "If I had to point out something special... it's that he was the only one who investigated the shipwreck back then."

"That's the only strange thing. The Empire wouldn't just send a lowly soldier who was only at the third ring level at the time to investigate such an incident."

Cassius seemed troubled, but he didn't blame anyone; he just sighed to himself.

The doctor shook his head upon seeing this. As a former subordinate of Slo, he still quite liked Cassius, the new leader.

At least he is much more mentally normal than Sloan.

He is a rare, relatively normal person in the Chaos Brotherhood, a group of lunatics.

At least most of the time, they are able to communicate normally. They also don't easily take their anger out on others.

It can be said that at least one-tenth of Sloan's most trusted confidants were killed by himself.

Although the person in front of me sometimes seems a bit off, at least most of the time his emotions are quite stable.

As long as we don't mention that kid named Roland...

Cassius's face darkened: "What bad luck. Even coming to Rieskan didn't help me avoid that kid..."

After a brief silence, Cassius suddenly burst into laughter: "Hahahaha!!! Then... kill them."

"Go back and prepare."

"Just an elf from an old era... I'll hold that elf back when the time comes. The three of you are all elites of the seventh and eighth rings, you should have no problem dealing with a fifth-ring kid, right?"

"Oh right, don't use any spells on him, just use your physical strength to deal with him."

"Take this."

Cassius took out a pale green dagger and handed it to the nurse who had been silent all along.

"This was left at headquarters by that good-for-nothing Slo before he died. It was coated with venom extracted and concentrated from his humus soil, and... it carried a faint trace of divine power from my lord."

"As long as you take this and cut open that kid's skin, he'll be dead for sure."

(End of this chapter)