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

Chapter 2 That’s it, let’s eat first

Roland's doubts didn't last long.

It started raining.

The brief winter dusk is easily wiped out by the falling cold rain.

The burning fire was quickly extinguished into smoldering embers, and the fish soup, which was not covered by the lid, was inevitably soaked with many raindrops.

Roland tightened his smoky gray suede cloak and put on the hood to protect himself from the rain. He also dragged Miss Kalia, who had already picked up the soup pot, away from the campsite by the lake.

Fortunately, in order to facilitate the practice of some large-scale magic on weekdays, Roland built a simple cabin on the secluded lakeside for rest and storage of props.

It is more than enough to shelter from the rain.

"Thank you."

After entering the house, Kalia finally said the third sentence since they met.

The first two sentences are "Help" and "I'm starving, is there anything to eat?"

Don't get me wrong, it's not that Miss Witch is cold-hearted. She's just, as she said, starving to death.

So she didn't want to use her mouth for anything other than eating.

Roland hung up his cloak, lit the kerosene lamp, and was about to turn around to light the fireplace. When he heard the thanks, he didn't react much. He just turned his head and smiled softly: "It's not a big deal."

"In my hometown, if someone just asks for food, almost everyone will choose to help."

"It's just an ordinary dinner. Even though you ate all the dry food I brought and my pot of fish soup, you don't need to thank me for it."

As he spoke, a spark flashed from Roland's fingertips, and then he threw it into the firewood pile in the fireplace, making the somewhat damp wooden house begin to warm up.

Roland pulled out a chair placed in front of the table in the middle of the cabin and sat down.

He was thinking about whether he should get involved in this incident.

Indeed, Riskan was his hometown after crossing into this world.

He didn't start out as a classic orphan, but his mother unfortunately fell ill and died early after giving birth, and his father, who raised him, died of illness due to overwork.

Here he received the rare family love for the first time. Although his father was an old drunkard, he was also an adventurer and an excellent magician.

If it weren't for the many hidden scars left by his early adventurer career, the hard work of raising his young son alone, and the unwillingness to bury his son's outstanding magical talent, he would have returned to the Adventurer's Guild to take on commissions and make money again.

As a fourth-ring magician, he shouldn't have lived to be fifty.

Most of his current abilities came from the teachings of his elderly father when he was young, as well as the practical training he received from his father in defeating monsters in the wild when he was a little older.

Because of this, Roland's talent was realized. Even if this not-so-smart system had not come, he would still be able to make a name for himself in this alien world.

He has passed the assessment of the Royal Capital Magic Academy, and he will even be able to start his life at the Royal Capital Magic Academy soon.

He could have just walked away, put his troubles behind him, and started a new life.

but……

Even though this port city always lacks human touch, it is his hometown after all.

His memories are stored here.

He couldn't just walk away.

Even though he had no idea of ​​the trouble that was about to come and didn't know where to start...

Wait, it seems that I am not completely ignorant!
Roland's eyes suddenly turned to Kalia, who was sitting quietly in front of him and continuing her dinner.

She was still not full, and was holding the pot of fish soup which had been soaked by rain and only had the bottom left, drinking it little by little.

She seemed to notice Roland's gaze as she was eating with her head down. After exchanging glances, she reluctantly pushed the fish soup, which had been almost completely finished and had already gone cold, in front of Roland.

"Give.""……"

Kalia seemed a little nervous. She lowered her head and scratched the muddy hem of her clothes. "Sorry... I'm really hungry."

"Forget it, you should eat these yourself. I usually keep some dry food in the cabin that won't spoil easily. Just fill your stomach."

Roland pushed the soup back and then opened the topic with a question he had been curious about for a long time: "So, Miss Witch, can you tell me why you have become like this starving ghost?"

Kalia scratched her head in embarrassment.

She was not surprised that Roland recognized her as a witch. The essence of magic is vitality, the small source of magic that all life in this world has possessed since birth.

The essence of most spells is to drive the individual's small source magic power to resonate with the large source magic power belonging to nature.

Witches, who are natural spellcasters and do not need any training, are different from ordinary people in their life essence.

The most notable point is that they possess vitality far beyond that of ordinary people, and are even no worse than those elves who are famous for their longevity.

As long as the witch herself does not conceal her power, anyone with some magical training can easily sense the witch's magical fluctuations, which are completely different from those of ordinary magicians.

Judging from Roland's action of lighting the stove just now, he was obviously a magician, and judging from his proficiency, he was not the kind of mage apprentice that could be found everywhere.

You can tell at first glance that he is professionally trained.

After a brief moment of embarrassment, Kalia sighed and began to tell her story.

"This matter is very complicated and cannot be explained in a few words, so I will be brief."

"I was being hunted, and the money my teacher left me for the trip was all gone. I met you after being hungry for several days. That's what happened."

Roland was silent for a moment, then spoke: "Can you tell me a little more details, such as your name, who is chasing you, and whether you will lead him or them here."

Although Roland had learned Kalia's name through the system, considering that the system couldn't even proofread dates, any information it gave needed to be verified.

"Oh, my name is Kalia..."

Before the witch could add any details, a huge, long ice spear almost destroyed the cozy cabin that Roland had spent two days building.

What appeared before Roland next was a continuous dark shadow.

He subconsciously prepared to fight back, but found that Kalia was raising her index finger to silence him.

The Nightmare Witch's ability appeared in Roland's sight for the first time at this moment.

The next moment, he and Kalia were dragged into the shadows and disappeared in the dust raised by the collapsed wooden house.

"Humph, she ran away again!"

"George, you're too impatient."

"It doesn't matter. She has nowhere to hide. The people around Riskan are all ours."

"What if she comes into town?"

"That's walking into a trap. Also, don't let that bitch's helpers go!"

……

In the shadows, Roland began to carefully analyze the two's words, while glancing at Kalia, who was silent and pursed her lips.

Obviously, he can no longer stay out of it.

"Who are these people?"

He looked at Kalia, hoping for an explanation.

(End of this chapter)