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

Chapter 165 I'm Already Honest, Please Let Me Go
Standing in front of the burning hospital, Roland instinctively clenched his fists.

Standing beside him, Flam used her water elemental magic to extinguish the fire in front of them.

But it's still too late.

When the flames subsided, only ashes remained at the fire scene, which had already been cordoned off by firefighters and city defense troops.

Even though they rushed to the hospital as soon as they confirmed that Odmeyer was only unconscious and not in mortal danger, it was too late.

Delan arrived at the scene with the other six hatters.

They quickly found their colleague's body.

The hatters' specially made uniforms allowed them to remain identifiable even after being burned in a fire.

For the first time, Delan didn't greet Roland. After cleaning up the bodies of his comrades and recovering the still usable weapons and equipment, he left the scene directly.

The scene remained busy.

The cries and wails of the patients' families and the medical staff's families who rushed to the scene after hearing the bad news echoed in Roland's ears.

Even though he had experienced far more horrific scenes and witnessed far greater casualties, this situation brought Roland a different feeling.

As Roland watched the city defense troops and members of the inspection bureau assist the firefighters in carrying out the bodies, which were still recognizable as human, from the fire scene, his inexplicable anger intensified.

Floram's face didn't show much emotion. She just looked ahead and said softly, "It's that Sword Guard Commander... I can feel his residual magical energy."

"As expected, the Chaos Brotherhood did not abandon their sacred artifact."

"What's the plan next? Go find the Iris first, or deal with these guys?"

Roland looked at Ms. Fram: "Ms. Fram, don't you have any doubts about whether my finding the Iris is true or not?"

"No need. I recognize that spell. Did the Demon King give it to you? He's really generous."

Frum shook her head: "Even though the Demon King and I have always been on the opposite side."

"I don't like how this guy addresses me either."

"But my answer is the same as before: I don't dislike him."

"Moreover, in terms of magical incantations and rune inscriptions alone, in my opinion, no one can match him except for the God of Truth and Wisdom."

"That's how this technique works."

"Either it won't work, or... its display location will be correct."

As she spoke, Flam reminisced, "Back then, Hinmel and I suffered quite a bit from this spell."

"Several times we were almost surrounded and annihilated by multiple royal rulers leading large armies because we exposed our location."

"Luckily we ran fast, otherwise we would have been doomed if we had been surrounded."

Roland smiled faintly: "Is that so... But right now I'd rather find the people who set fire to the hospital."

"Are you going to kill them?" Flam asked.

Roland smiled and responded to the question with silence.

Although what he was about to do was somewhat risky.

But he was convinced that only in this way could their crimes be justified.

The remnant soul of the Demon King, who had just finished communicating with Roland's consciousness, also fell silent with a light laugh.

This kid... might be more to his liking than he imagined.

If that crazy woman were faced with all this, she would probably only think about bringing the murderer to justice and killing him on the spot.

Instead of thinking about other things.

Immediately, the remnant soul of the Demon King let out a soft laugh.

He was somewhat looking forward to what would happen next.

Since you're from the Chaos Brotherhood, don't blame this Demon Lord for temporarily joining forces with humans.

……

"Roland, are you alright?" Kalia hugged Nash, then lifted Nash's paw and poked Roland's cheek.

Roland's condition worried her somewhat.

He neither laughed nor got angry, appearing extremely calm.

But the more this happened, the more worried Kalia became.

I just scratched his face with my cat paw, and he didn't even react!

Iluvia, on the other hand, felt that Roland was somewhat familiar.

He's somewhat like Roland from the assessment back then.

Roland, who had just escaped death with him.

That was his expression at the time.

Iluvia placed her hand on Kalia's shoulder and whispered, "Don't worry, he'll be fine. He's just... unusually focused."

"After all, this experience was somewhat different for Roland."

“Different?” Kalia looked up at Iluvia.

Although she still wasn't a big fan of Iluvia, Kalia felt that Iluvia seemed a bit off these days.

"Hmm... different."

Iluvia looked down at Kalia as she spoke, "It seems that the hospital incident has angered him greatly."

Kalia hugged the cat in her arms tightly: "But the casualties were much greater in both the first commotion caused by the Chaos Cult in the city and the war in Blackthorn Territory... Why is he angry now?"

Iluvia shook her head: "I don't know... but I know he must be very unhappy right now."

Let's give him some space.

"Although this guy likes to give advice to others, when problems come to him, he doesn't seem any different from those who need his advice."

After saying that, Iluvia placed a pot of hot tea and a plate of pastries on the coffee table in front of Roland: "The news about the Iris has been released."

"The Society has not yet responded, but the Vatican has indicated it will provide assistance. A small team will arrive in Switzerland tonight."

"Furthermore, the Vatican has stated that they are willing to follow orders in this operation, as long as the Iris can be found." Roland looked up upon hearing this: "What is the Vatican's motive?"

"I don't know, but it's said that the team that came is from the Inquisition. There's no need to worry about their stance. Besides, they swore an oath to the gods before they set off."

After Iluvia finished speaking, she bent down and patted Roland on the shoulder: "Okay, relax too."

"When it comes to dealing with that sword guard commander, these Vatican personnel can also be of help."

Roland smiled and said, "Yes."

After Iluvia finished speaking, she went out the door.

Then Kalia quietly sat down next to Roland.

She wanted to say something like Iluvia, but the words stuck in her throat.

She realized one thing.

I don't have the eloquence of Roland and Iluvia.

At least not in comforting people.

After all, it was always others who comforted her in the past...

"Roland... whatever you want to do, I will be with you!"

"Ok, I know."

Kalia glanced at Roland with displeasure. The guy had a calm smile on his face, showing no sign of excitement whatsoever.

"Hey, give me a little response, okay? It's really embarrassing for me to say this!"

"I knew you would definitely stay with me."

Kalia: “…”

Kalia lowered her head, held the cat in her hand in front of her, hesitated for a moment, then slapped the cat on Roland's face, and hurriedly got up and ran out of the room in a panic.

Roland silently removed the cat mask from his face, and then he saw Nash's teary eyes.

"Ha, women! They use the cat and then run away! And so roughly!"

"Haha, you didn't actually get hit somewhere and hurt yourself, did you?" Roland said, starting to look at the silly cat in front of him.

"Hmph! No!"

Nash raised his front paw to touch his eye socket, then looked at Roland and asked, "So, you really didn't think about helping me lift the curse?"

Roland sighed softly, "I wish I could too. After all, if you regained your dragon form, we'd have one more means of transportation, wouldn't we?"

"Just imagine, we'll be able to fly wherever we want without even having to pay for tickets!"

Nash: "Is that what you're planning?!"

The silly cat bristled and glared at Roland, asking, "Generally speaking, wouldn't you be thinking about becoming a dragon knight or something?"

"But you yourself said you're a useless dragon, bad at fighting and unable to use dragon language magic, so what use are you to me?"

"Waaaah, you look down on dragons!"

"...I'm just repeating what you said yourself."

Roland flicked Nash's forehead in annoyance, then said, "Don't be in such a hurry. Didn't Ms. Fram say she would send you back to Dragon Island?"

"Please, elves have an even worse sense of time than dragons. Who knows when she'll arrive on that day?"

Nash rolled his eyes at Roland: "Believe it or not, she'll only remember to send me back when you die of old age?"

"It's not that exaggerated, is it? Besides, Kalia and I will help you urge her."

Seeing that Roland really had no intention of participating, Nash's head immediately drooped.

Roland shook the long-haired cat in his hand and asked, "What's wrong? Weren't you happy being a pet before?"

"Hmm... I guess I just feel guilty. I eat and drink all day long, then sleep and wake up to eat again. I sleep on your shoulders, heads, or in your arms all day long. Even a crazy dragon would feel ashamed!"

Nash looked at Roland very seriously: "Sometimes I also want to play a role!"

"Your cuteness is quite effective; at least seeing a cute little animal around can improve your mood a lot."

After saying that, Roland added, "Of course, it would be great if you could shed less fur."

"Hey, I'm serious!" Nash brandished his claws. "Don't you really have any ideas?! You're here to break the curse, right?! You should have a way, shouldn't you?!"

Roland was silent for a moment, then asked seriously, "Are you sure?"

"You really do have a way!"

Nash immediately broke free from Roland's restraints, obediently squatted on the floor, wagged his tail at Roland, and looked like he was saying, "I'm a good cat."

Roland nodded, and then invited the Demon King out.

"Break the curse? I do have a way."

The gauntlet floated around the silly cat, scaring her so much that she dared not move at all, and the cat trembled incessantly as if it were on vibrate mode.

Nash looked at Roland tremblingly: "I...I won't lift the curse, okay? I'll just be a good little pet who does nothing but eat and wait to die..."

"Hehehe, too late." The Demon King manipulated his gauntlets and grabbed Nash by the back of the neck.

"Alas!!!"

After Roland saw that the silly cat had calmed down, he "rescued" it from the gauntlet.

"Waaaaah, keep it away from me!"

Nash scurried into Roland's collar with a mournful expression, only daring to peek out with half his head peeking at the gauntlet after he was completely inside.

Roland rubbed the cat's head and then said, "Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Demon King."

"Don't mention it, human boy. By the way, I really can break the curse if I borrow your power."

A soft chuckle came from inside the gauntlet: "However... judging from her appearance, she probably doesn't want to lift the curse anytime soon."

"By the way, if the people from the Vatican come, don't reveal my presence to them. Make sure to inform your girlfriends, understand?"

(End of this chapter)