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

Chapter 180 The Demon King's skills are superb!
"That's strange... It shouldn't be like this. Even if we used branches from the World Tree to replace some of the materials, it's essentially just replacing some of the materials that provide magic power. There shouldn't be any problems."

"Even if there are other problems, at least there's no problem with lifting the curse."

"Tsk, am I falling behind the times?"

The remnant soul of the Demon King, controlling the gauntlet, continued to search for the problem among the remnants of the array in the room and the materials used.

He couldn't understand it. Even though he was already a remnant soul, he could still command people to set up an array.

These are all knowledge engraved deep in his soul, knowledge he used for over two thousand years before he died.

There shouldn't be any problems...

"Wait a minute..."

The Demon King suddenly sensed a familiar magical fluctuation emanating from inside the cabin.

"Well, it's working after all."

"As expected, my skills haven't deteriorated!"

"It seems that the addition of the World Tree branch caused me to misjudge the timing of the ritual's effect."

The Demon King breathed a sigh of relief after realizing that his ritual had finally taken effect.

Although he is now just a remnant soul, with the pride of a demon king, he believes that even as a mere remnant soul, he knows more than 99 percent of the people on the continent.

No one understands curses better than him!

"Hmph, let's go find that kid Roland."

"This guy must be terrified by now!"

"Tsk...wait, if the ritual worked...then why can't I see the dragon? Could it be that that kid reacted quickly and used his spell to move the dragon somewhere else?"

"Why isn't there any sound at all?"

Confused, the Demon King flew out of the room and crashed into Roland in the corridor.

"Hey, Roland kid. I sense the ritual has taken effect. Where's the dragon? And what are you doing here?"

Roland: "..."

Roland glanced at the gauntlet with a lingering look.

He knew that the Demon King had no sight and most likely couldn't see his eyes.

So Roland stared at him intently for a while longer.

"What's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything? You weren't scared by my masterpiece, were you? Hahahaha... You weren't really scared, were you?"

Roland didn't say a word, but simply opened the door behind him and carried out Nash in human form, who was wearing clothes that were clearly too big for him.

Demon King: "..."

Although he couldn't see it, he could tell from the outline formed by the magical aura that the human cub in front of him was... seemingly, possibly, the same cat from before.

"Now, do you have anything to say, Mr. Demon King?"

The gauntlet silently went silent, then casually floated to Roland's waist, disguising itself as a harmless little glove.

"Hey……"

Roland sighed and then turned the white-haired cat-eared loli in his hand around.

Roland looked like she had been successfully gender-swapped... well, that's not quite accurate, she was originally a female cat.

It should be said that success has been humanized.

After transforming from a dragon into a cat, Nash has now accomplished an epic feat—transforming from a cat into a human.

And this guy hasn't said a single word yet.

She just stared at Roland with her big, bright green eyes, her gaze filled with tears.

"Aren't you going to say something?"

"..."

"Well... how about we go ask Ms. Flam? Maybe she can help? Or... her clothes should fit you perfectly."

"..."

Seeing that Nash had given up and remained silent, only trying to attack himself with his still not very skilled fists, Roland sighed, picked up the kitten girl, and walked to the conference room.

"Ms. Flam, I apologize for being late."

"Oh, it's nothing. The representative from the academy hasn't arrived yet. I heard from Cellina that the transformation ritual for that guy failed... Where did you get the little guy in your hand?"

Flam, who was slumped in her seat, munching on snacks and lost in thought, was completely stunned when she turned her gaze to Roland's hand.

Cellina, who was flipping through the operation data, also turned her gaze to Roland after hearing what Flam said.

Then she lost her grip on the documents and they all fell to the ground.

Papers were scattered all over the floor, and Nash, as if he had finally found someone to confide in, broke free from Roland's clutches and rushed into Cellina's arms.

"!!!"

Caught off guard, Cellina only had time to stop her instinctive counterattack. By the time she controlled her fist that almost flew out of her hand, Nash, now a catgirl, had already pounced on Cellina's chest and was howling.

After explaining what had happened in the last fifteen minutes, Roland silently took the gauntlets off his waist and tossed them onto the table.

"Ahem... The culprit is right here."

With a complicated expression, Flam got off her seat and walked over to Nash, who was still crying in Cherlinina's arms. She then reached out and poked him.

"Can you come down for a moment?"

"Hmm... okay." Although Nash didn't know what Flam meant, he still obediently jumped to the ground.

Roland's clothes were too big for Nash; the sleeves and trouser legs dragged on the ground, making it very difficult for him to move around.

Frum walked up to Nash and began to observe him very carefully, even taking out a wooden ruler.

She then placed the wooden ruler on her head, flattened it, and then placed the other end towards Nash's head.

Five seconds later, Flam smiled smugly: "Hmph... I'm still taller!"

Nash: “…”

Roland: "..."

Celinina: “…”

Roland really wanted to complain at that moment.

After all, from a visual point of view... these two are almost the same height.

Perhaps Flam is a few centimeters taller than Catgirl Nash, but this is completely impossible to observe with the naked eye.

After comparing their heights, Flam began to examine Nash and, after confirming that the dragon's aura within him was still present, she came to a conclusion.

"This little guy can still turn back into a dragon, it's just..."

"What is it?" Nash was very anxious as he looked at Flam who seemed to want to say something but hesitated. She didn't want to live like this from now on!
This body lacks both the robust physique and defensive capabilities of a dragon, and the agile and nimble form of a cat.

Right now, she's just a human cub with cat ears, all sweet and soft, and completely powerless!

At least when she was still a cat, she could catch mice or something! Now she probably can't even catch mice anymore!
"It's nothing, calm down. It's not a bad thing." Flam patted the head of the cute little guy who was the same height as her: "I was just surprised that there was so much power from the World Tree in your body."

"To put it simply, there are currently four forces within you."

"Firstly, the dragon's unique magic can only be unleashed through unique dragon language magic."

"Secondly, the cursed power within you... Although its current state is somewhat strange, it is still in effect, which is why you cannot transform back into a dragon."

"Thirdly, the ritual power wielded by that idiot demon king is very likely the culprit that turned you into what you are now."

"Fourth is the power of the World Tree. Although we don't know what role these powers will play in your body, it's equivalent to you being protected by the World Tree, which is a good thing."

"in addition……"

Flam pulled Nash in front of her and hugged him tightly: "You still look cute like this... Hmm... It reminds me of Leah when she was little. I wish she could stay as cute as she was when she was little."

Roland: "..."

Roland silently reached out and rescued Nash from the elven mage's grasp.

Then, Roland, who was holding Nash in one arm, looked at Fram and asked, "So do you have any extra clothes? Give her a set, she can't keep wearing mine, can she?"

"Sure, give me the child!"

Fram stretched out her hand, tiptoed slightly, and then extended both hands toward Roland.

"...Here you go. But don't do anything strange to her."

"Nothing could be stranger than what you and the Demon King did to her, right? How did you manage to do that? Transforming into human form is incredibly difficult."

"And it can only be accomplished through bio-alchemy. You actually managed to do it with just a curse-breaking ritual."

While complaining, Floram took the little girl, who was about the same height as her, from Roland's arms and walked towards the cubicle in the conference room.

Only after the two entered the small, separate room did Cellina approach Roland and ask, "You didn't do anything strange to her, did you?"

"...Is my image in your eyes really that bad?" Roland retorted.

Although Cellina didn't say anything, her eyes conveyed a "that's hard to say" expression.

Roland sighed, then tucked the gauntlet that was still pretending to be dead back into his waistband and sat down in the chair.

He needs some time to calm down.

But he soon found himself unable to calm down.

Because he saw light starting to emanate from the cubicle, and it flashed twice in a row, the color of which Roland was very familiar with.

A bad feeling crept into Roland's heart.

Soon Roland saw Flam, who came out with dead fish eyes and was carrying a little girl.

"You never told me that this person could turn back into a cat."

"..."

Oh, it can actually turn back!?

Nash seems quite happy now.

She transforms into a cat one minute and a catgirl the next, switching back and forth with great joy.

Surprisingly, Nash in human form was wearing clothes!
how did you do that?
"Hey...you're not thinking about anything inappropriate, are you?"

Cellina gently pinched Roland's arm, then looked at him with some displeasure.

Roland coughed and quickly explained, "I'm not interested in children, I'm just curious."

"That would be best. Do you know that what you're doing is illegal even among demons?"

After saying that, Cherlinina walked over to Nash, who had chosen to turn back into a cat and was frolicking in the conference room, and picked him up from the floor.

Frum also clicked her tongue in amazement: "Well, I underestimated the Demon King... This old guy is quite capable. He can actually switch forms by consuming magic power based on his own will?"

"I feel that if we could research the corresponding technique, that would be incredible..."

(End of this chapter)