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

Chapter 171 Impossible, absolutely impossible, don't worry.
"Phew~~~ What an exhilarating experience! I feel like my restless and exhausted soul has been nourished quite a bit."

"Alright, I need to enjoy these broken souls now, hopefully they can help repair my own."

After leaving these words, the Demon King officially entered AFK mode.

Just as he said before he fell silent, he needed to digest his food.

Roland had given some thought to whether or not to feed the remnant soul of the Demon King into the gauntlet.

He made his final decision only after confirming the extent of the Demon King's weakness during the battle.

but……

I originally thought that once I entered the gauntlet's consciousness space, I would be able to see the Demon King's true face, but I didn't expect that after entering, I would still only see one hand.

As it turns out, the legend of the demon race that Cellina spoke of was true.

The Demon King's Hand Armor does indeed devour souls, but not the souls of the wearer; rather, they devour the souls of the enemy.

The souls of those killed by it will become the fuel for the armor's power.

That's right, it's just nutrients.

At this moment, the remnant soul of the Demon King is not so much absorbing souls to repair its own soul, but rather absorbing a highly pure aggregate of magic power.

The soul cannot be repaired simply by consuming other souls.

Everything has a spirit; even ants and reptiles have their own tiny souls.

If this trick really works, it would be more reliable for the Demon King to raise some cockroaches, mosquitoes, ants, etc., kill them, and absorb their souls.

Although the number of individual items is small, the quantity is large. Little by little, it adds up, and there's no fear of being discovered.

Even if you survive for a few decades, that's enough time to repair your soul.

If all else fails, how about killing some monsters?

These are all conclusions Roland drew from the Demon King's recent soul-devouring process.

Although it sounds terrifying, it was just the dregs of energy left of Cassius's soul.

The part belonging to individual consciousness has already dissipated under the torment of Mr. Demon King's wondrous magic.

The remnant soul of the Demon King actually devoured only a mass of pure magic power.

Ha, this guy actually dared to say Roland was a traitor and collaborated with the Demon King before he died?
He doesn't even bother to take a piss and figure out his own background before he has the nerve to call himself a traitor.

However, even if only a few remnants of the soul of a ninth-ring expert remain, it would be enough to bloat the Demon King's remnant soul, which is currently in a particularly poor state.

After all, this guy doesn't even have the account-boosting/leveling-up function of the old man with the ring.

It can only provide special effects and pure theoretical support.

Regarding the part about immunity to the damage from the Spear of Boundaries, it was Roland himself who adjusted the spell structure.

But this can be considered another transaction.

I now have an absolutely reliable and powerful killing technique. Apart from the fact that it consumes so much energy that it will cause kidney deficiency after just one use and that it will accidentally injure all friendly units except myself, it has almost no drawbacks.

From now on, when soldiers get close to you, you'll have a way to retaliate.

However, considering Aslan's wonderful gadgets, he could use the engraved bullets to store spells in advance.

Although the spell engraved with bullets will be much less powerful and cannot be adjusted, in other words, you cannot be immune to the spell's damage and must use it from a distance.

But it's incredibly useful for scheming against people.

This large-caliber handgun has a very long range.

However, the drawbacks of handguns are also obvious.

If Cassius hadn't been careless at the beginning and hadn't underestimated the pistol, he could have easily dodged the bullets.

Even if Roland fired close to his face, Roland felt the chances of hitting him wouldn't be high.

This conclusion was drawn from Cassius's subsequent speed, which was in no way inferior to his own Flash.

Cassius is not considered a strongman among the ninth ring.

A large part of his combat power comes from that dragon scale armor.

He himself is not even comparable to the strongmen of the royal court. Even a seventh-ring expert like Cellina, who temporarily boosts her combat power with the power of runes, could hold his own against him for a while.

Roland opened his eyes.

After the Demon King finished his mini-lecture on punishment, Roland finally "woke up".

Unlike true sleep, sinking the soul into the space of consciousness is actually a very energy-consuming process.

After realizing he was already in bed, Roland made a decisive choice.

Go back to sleep.

Of course, you need to cover yourself well with a blanket.

It's quite easy to catch a cold in Switzerland during winter.

By the way... it's past midnight now, isn't it?

December 31st... the last day before the New Year, the last day of troublesome December...

With that thought in mind, Roland quickly drifted off to sleep.

The Moon Spirit Essence, now out of control, automatically detached from Roland's body, reverting back to an ordinary glove.

The room fell silent.

However, things were not so peaceful in another room not far away.

Cellina sat at the small round table, somewhat reluctantly picking up the strong tea in front of her—actually, Iluvia had prepared strong coffee.

But Celinina can't drink this.

So she switched to strong tea...

I can't drink this...

Cellina looked at the strong tea in front of her with great conflict.

While caffeine intake wouldn't cause her to get poisoned... hair removal would definitely be unavoidable.

She didn't want to end up like Nash, losing hair wherever she went.

But given the atmosphere... it seems like I can't refuse a drink?
"Um... could you please change your drink?"

Cellina finally said those words with some embarrassment. After all, she had been forced to come.

It was a small gathering, but Cellina found it quite embarrassing that she had repeatedly refused the drinks offered by her host.

"Sure, we also have hot milk and various drinks."

After hearing Iluvia's explanation, Kalia also complained, "Why is there alcohol...?"

“This is the governor’s mansion! It would be strange if there were no drinks!” Iluvia replied with a smile, then looked at Cellina: “So Nina, what would you like to drink?”

Cellina: "...Why do you call me that too?"

"is it not OK?"

"……Can."

After a moment's hesitation, Celinina nodded.

She wasn't used to this atmosphere.

Well, Iluvia was a bit too enthusiastic.

Cellina quickly coughed: "Um... how about some drinks, beer will do."

"Oh~~~ Nina, so you're this kind of person!" Kalia nudged Cherinina, who was standing next to her, with some surprise.

"You're the first guy I've ever known who likes to drink!"

Seeing Kalia's excitement, Cellina teased, "You don't know that many people, do you?"

"Hehe, exactly the same!"

As they were talking, Iluvia brought Cellinina a bottle of beer, pried open the cap herself, poured the beer into a glass, and handed it to Cellinina.

Cellina took the glass and nodded somewhat awkwardly, "Thank you..."

"Nina, what's wrong? You look so nervous... You're not hiding something from us, are you?"

Kalia's sudden question caught Cherlinina off guard.

But she remained calm, believing she had a clear conscience, and said with a puzzled look, "Anyone who was suddenly dragged to a late-night party and served a strong coffee and a strong tea would be nervous, right?"

"Aren't you going to sleep?"

Kalia sighed, "Well, what can we do when neither of us can participate in the next operation? We can rest for a few days, can't we?"

Iluvia nodded: "That's right, you can take your time with rest!"

“…But I have to participate in the operation.” Cherlinina took a small sip of beer, then silently looked at the two of them.

These words immediately killed the conversation.

Kalia and Iluvia had no choice but to skip the pleasantries and get straight to the point.

The two exchanged a glance, and finally decided that Kalia, who had a better relationship with Cherlinina, should ask the question.

"Um... Nina... what you said before still stands, right?"

Cellina tilted her head: "What did you say?"

"It's that line, the one that's not interesting to human males."

Cellina paused for a moment, then nodded: "Of course."

"Why do you suddenly ask this?"

Kalia breathed a sigh of relief: "It's nothing, it's nothing..."

Although Kalia said it was nothing and Iluvia's expression remained normal, how could Cellina, who had lived for over a hundred years, not see through their thoughts?

After downing her beer in one gulp, Cellina stood up from her seat: "I understand."

"You two are afraid that you won't be able to stay by Roland's side this time, and that womanizer will end up hooking up with me, right?"

"Don't worry, no matter how old I am, I'm from Roland's ancestor's generation."

"I'm sure! I won't be interested in him, don't worry."

After saying that, Cellina completely ignored the two people who had already blushed and lowered their heads, and silently left the room.

After leaving the somewhat eerie tea party, Cellina went to her room as arranged by the governor's servants.

Upon returning to her room, the first thing Cellina did was run to the mirror and look at herself.

Hmm, no wonder my face feels a little hot.

It has indeed turned somewhat red.

Is this beer really that strong?

It seems humans have a higher alcohol tolerance than demons; just one glass of beer and their face turned this red.

"..."

Silently covering her face with her hands, Cellina walked to the window and opened it, only to have the still-dripping cold raindrops fall on her face.

Hmm...that feels much better now.

After using the rainwater to cool things down, Cellina quietly turned her head away, shook her rain-soaked hair, and then stood back in front of the large floor-length mirror in the room.

Still so popular...

Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore.

I glanced at the clock in the room; it was past midnight.

12 month 31 day.

It's the last day of the year again.

It is also the most bustling day of the year in human society.

In 24 hours, it will be the first day of the new year, which is also... my birthday.

However, it seems that no one knows their own birthday.

Standing in front of the mirror, Cellina looked at herself and smiled somewhat dejectedly before lying down on the bed.

Oh well... I'll just treat New Year's Eve as my birthday.

Rounding it off is about right.

(End of this chapter)