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

Chapter 181 Suren: Is this your child?
Unfortunately, even Floram's sincere praise did not elicit a response from the Demon King.

Feeling that he had made a huge mistake and disgraced himself on human territory, the remnant soul of the demon king was not in a good mood to speak.

Flam's praise sounded more like mockery to him than praise.

However, his autism went unnoticed by anyone.

However, Nash's form changes don't seem to be very stable.

At least when she tried to turn back into a cat, she failed.

Seeing the white-haired little girl stomping her feet repeatedly with her eyes closed, Cellina silently picked her up and put her on her lap: "Be quiet."

"It can't be changed back for now, so let's leave it like this until after our meeting."

"Oh……"

Nash, who was a little tired from playing, obediently agreed and then started rubbing his soft white hair on his head against Cherlinina's chin.

Clearly, some of Nash's cat habits had become ingrained in him over the course of two weeks.

Just as Cherlinina and Nash were playing around, the meeting room door was pushed open.

The one who walked in was Grand Judge Suren, along with two other judges, presumably Suren's deputies.

Behind them was Delan, who had removed his mask and looked somewhat melancholy, and behind Delan was Götze, who looked slightly tired.

After temporarily handing the boat over to Vice President Max, he hurriedly rushed to the conference room.

The two groups of people who arrived at the conference room one after the other both stared at the unfamiliar... white-haired girl who seemed to be a demon.

Suren's eyes widened, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Roland and Cherlinina.

Roland, who noticed Suren's gaze, seemed to suddenly understand the meaning in Suren's shocked eyes for some reason, and quickly introduced the cat, saying that it was the cat that had boarded the ship with them earlier.

Suren walked up to Nash, the catgirl who was still sitting on Cherinina's lap, and stared at the cute white-haired loli who seemed to be only a head shorter than her for a long time.

That questioning yet intense gaze made Nash feel a little uneasy.

Unfortunately, she wasn't in cat form right now, so she couldn't bristle, but instead, cold sweat instantly covered her back.

Cellina was also confused.

Although Nash seems cuter in his current form than in his cat form, ... well, you don't have to see it that way, do you?

After a long while, Suren finally looked away and stared at Roland, saying, "This isn't your child with this young lady, is it?"

"puff!!!"

Götze, who had just taken a sip of hot black tea, spat it out immediately after hearing Suren's speech.

Delan had a similar reaction.

He had just peeled a segment of orange and put it in his mouth when he almost spat it out.

Mr. Delan, who loved gossip all his life, immediately turned his attention to Roland.

Wait...that's not right!
This child's age doesn't match!
According to the records, Lord Roland was born at the end of November 1013, which means he had just turned sixteen not long ago.

This child is at least five or six years old.

Compared to Götze and Deland, who were having a brainstorming session, Roland himself seemed quite calm.

"Are you still half asleep? How could I possibly have a child that big? The age difference is completely off!"

"Right... Is this little one really that talking cat? Wasn't she supposed to be a dragon? Why does she still retain cat-like features even after transforming into human form?"

Roland would never reveal the existence of the Demon King to a high inquisitor of the Papacy.

He could only sigh: "The planned ritual to break the curse went wrong... Anyway, although she didn't turn back into a dragon, at least she can still control whether she turns into a cat or a human."

"Well... it's a good thing, isn't it?"

Nash complained, "This is not a good thing! Oh well... it's better than turning into some other weird thing."

"However... for a normal dragon to transform into human form, it would require at least the strength of a ninth-ring cultivator."

"Would I be considered to be exploiting a loophole?"

After hearing Nash's words, Flam explained, "You're overthinking it."

"A normal dragon can retain the physical strength of its dragon body when it transforms into human form."

"If it were you... anyone could just stab you with a knife and you'd be dead."

Nash curled his lip: "Tch... I can't even daydream a little..."

After some explanation and playful banter, Suren, Delan, and Götze, realizing there was no more gossip to be had, all showed expressions of disappointment.

This made the two serious judges who accompanied Suren to the meeting feel somewhat out of place.

They felt like they didn't fit into the atmosphere of the meeting room.

They seem too normal.

Forget it, I'm just one of the two lackeys, standing behind the leader as bodyguards, that's all I need to do.

But Celina...

Although no one noticed her temporary role as Nash's base, her reaction was the loudest among everyone present.

After Suren made that shocking guess, she froze on the spot.

Especially after Cellina inexplicably connected the memory to the gift she had given Roland, her expression became even stranger.

Fortunately, Nash's long, flowing white hair covered most of her face, preventing others at the scene from noticing anything amiss.

It wasn't until the meeting started and they got down to business that Cellina finally snapped out of her daze.

She not only couldn't remember the content of the meeting, but she also had no recollection of how she left the meeting room.

When she came to her senses, she was already in her room. "..."

silence.

Silence filled the room.

When Cellina first gave Roland that gift, she didn't actually think too much about it.

She simply considered Roland a reliable and trustworthy comrade-in-arms, which is why she gave him the ivory carving.

No! No! It's not! It's for some other reason!
No!

At least that's not what she really thought at first!

Otherwise, she wouldn't have just hesitated awkwardly when she was talking to Roland on the deck.

Cellina silently covered her face with her hands, then stepped back to the window and collapsed onto it.

"That Grand Inquisitor... he was spouting nonsensical nonsense... it made me start to think in strange directions myself."

"What child... even the shape of their ears is different..."

"Hmm... no, that's not the point we need to be concerned about."

Cellina shook her head violently. The more she tried to calm down, the more agitated she became. She decided to go to the deck for some fresh air.

Although the ship had plenty of fresh water, enough to wash her face with cold water, she still chose to go out and enjoy the cold wind.

Or rather... go to the deck.

But when she left the room, walked out of the cabin and arrived on the deck, she found that there were quite a few people on the deck.

The city defense soldiers on their shift and the members of the association were chatting in twos and threes on the deck.

The two judges who had been standing behind Suren during the meeting were now chatting and joking with Delan.

And Roland...

This guy is playing with Nash.

Yes, Nash in human form.

The game the two were playing was also very simple.

Roland was in charge of throwing the frisbee, and Nash was in charge of jogging to retrieve it.

There's no need to worry about the frisbee flying into the sea; Roland left a teleportation beacon on it.

If he really crosses the line, he'll use Flash to bring the plate back to his hand.

Cellina felt something was off about this harmonious scene.

This game... isn't it usually made for pet dogs, or even for the kind of pet dogs that are full of energy?
Why was Nash having so much fun?
When he turned into a cat, this guy was incredibly lazy, but now he's so diligent.

Just then, a faint voice sounded behind Cherlinina.

"It was a very harmonious father-daughter activity, wasn't it?"

"!!!"

Cellina turned around abruptly and saw Suren, who was wearing an innocent-looking expression.

Suren then smiled and stood next to Cherlinina: "Aren't you going to join in? It's more appropriate for both parents to play with the child together, isn't it? Look how happy Nash is."

"...I've already said, things aren't what you think."

"Hehe, of course I know. But don't you really have similar thoughts?" Suren turned to look at Cherlinina, and then saw Cherlinina silently turning her head away.

"Oh, relax. I've already said I have no problem with the demons, and neither do my subordinates. Just relax."

Suren explained, "The people who participated in this operation were all carefully selected; they are not the radicals with strong preconceived notions within the Vatican."

"So, can you tell me? What do you think of Roland?"

Seeing the excited and curious Suren, Cherinina felt somewhat helpless.

However, she is clearly not on the same page as Iluvia.

She simply smiled and replied, "A qualified clergy member shouldn't pry into other people's privacy, right?"

"Oh! You actually know about this?"

"Having lived in the human world for many years, one should know something."

Suren, despite being rejected, didn't seem too disappointed. Instead, she became even more curious: "I've heard that demons generally have weak emotions. Why don't I see that in you?"

"...After all, the Demon race is just a general term, isn't it?" Cherlinina was somewhat speechless: "The Demon race has seven royal courts alone, not to mention other small families like mine."

"While most demons have emotional flaws, you can't generalize, can you?"

“That makes sense.” Suren nodded, then changed the subject: “So you really have feelings for Lord Roland? Will you get involved in the love triangle with Leah and Her Highness the Princess?”

"Cough cough cough cough..." After hearing this, Cherlinina let out a series of rapid coughs.

Fearing that Roland, who was not far away, would hear, she quickly covered Suren's mouth.

"I've already said it! I have no feelings for him! No!"

Suren chuckled slyly, and after silently removing Cherlinina's hand from her mouth, she whispered, "Your excuses are rather weak, Miss Cherlinina."

“I think you’d better be more honest, after all, I feel that Lord Roland… doesn’t treat you the same way he treats Kalia and Iluvia.”

"In his eyes, you might really just be... a simple friend."

Celinina: “…”

(Height: Suren ≈ Mash > Flam > Nash) (None of them are over 1.5 meters tall)

(End of this chapter)