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

Chapter 201 When Roland Wakes Up...

Roland was sleeping soundly.

He didn't even know how he fell asleep.

His current situation is also quite unusual.

Lucid dreaming.

Roland knew he was dreaming.

But all he saw in his dream was an endless snowfield.

He looked down at his attire.

He wore a suit of silver armor that shimmered with an unusual light, and his deep blue cloak fluttered in the wind and snow.

What was he holding in his right hand?
Roland looked down at his palm.

It was a golden apple.

"Golden Apple?"

Roland was somewhat surprised, for even in his dreams he could recall many legends about the golden apple, as well as the versions that had been adapted in later generations.

Not only before the time travel, but also before, there were legends about the golden apple in this world.

The fruit of the gods, the source of life, the birth of humankind...

Many legends are related to that golden apple.

But Roland couldn't understand why he was holding a golden apple in his hand.

However, he couldn't interfere too much with this "self" in his dream.

Shaking his head and shifting his gaze were all Roland could control in his dreams.

Ah, and the same goes for the hand that holds the golden apple.

He tried to squeeze the golden apple, which looked exactly like a gold product.

Surprisingly, it felt quite bouncy when squeezed.

The head and the right hand—that's all Roland can control right now.

In the dream, I was still walking on the boundless snowfield.

The wind and snow could not obscure his gaze as he looked toward the distant horizon, even though the horizon itself had long been buried by the wind and snow.

The silver spear he held in his left hand had now become a crutch, helping Roland to stealthily navigate through the snowstorm.

Roland didn't know where the destination was.

I don't even know what my purpose is.

In my dream, I simply walked on in silence.

Only when a lake came into view did he, in his dream, muster all his remaining strength and run towards it as fast as he could.

But just as he was about to approach the lake, the scene before him suddenly changed drastically.

The icy and snowy landscape has vanished, replaced by shady woodlands and the Guangmao Plain covered in green grass.

The lake disappeared again, but a giant tree appeared on the horizon, swaying its enormous branches, comparable to mountains, in the air.

Roland continued on his way...

We trekked across this seemingly endless plain.

He admired the lush vitality of all things in the gentle spring breeze, and basked in the overly enthusiastic blessings of the sun under the midday sun in summer.

We walked across the land covered with fallen leaves and withered grass in autumn, and across the boundless earth where the cold wind made it almost impossible to walk.

But that spring and that giant tree seemed forever out of reach.

Even in his dream, Roland felt a sense of boredom and tedium.

It's as if this scene is just a meaningless replay of a scene.

Roland, who was well aware of his own uniqueness, knew that behind every inexplicable dream of his, there must be something hidden.

He answered many questions during this trip.

It prevented a divine descent ritual that would have caused widespread cognitive disruption.

But he still hadn't answered the question that had popped into his mind halfway through the journey.

who am I?
This is not a philosophical question.

Rather, it was Roland's conclusion after combining the intelligence he had gathered along the way with some trivial, seemingly unimportant clues.

The time when two giant magical storms were generated, which highly coincided with his and Kalia's birth dates.

And... the giant magic storm that happened on my eighth birthday.

To call this a coincidence is an absurdity...

Especially his own mother.

Before setting off, Roland investigated the Imperial Citizens' Archives in Riskan.

Lily Lancelot, his mother.

Yes, Roland's mother did exist, and she had a complete life experience; her entire life was very well-rounded.

She was a girl who grew up by the sea in Sweden.

From birth to adulthood, to marriage and children, and finally death... everything is normal, everything is recorded.

But that's also where the strangeness lies.

The records show that Lily Valencia married Caul Lancelot in July 1998 and changed her name to Lily Lancelot.

The anomaly also lies in the cause and time of death—Lily Lancelot died on May 28, 1000, the cause of death being… childbirth complications.

Only Roland himself knows this news at the moment.

Yes, his biological mother died 13 years before Roland was "born".

There was nothing wrong with Lancelot's notes.

Roland Lancelot was born on May 28, 1000.

But Roland Lancelot was also born on November 28, 1013.

When everyone except Roland felt that all the records in that diary were affected by cognitive interference.

Roland himself knew that there might be many parts in the diary that had been influenced by his own experiences.

However, only the parts concerning his children and wife were recorded correctly by the elder Lancelot.

Just as Roland was trying to reason and deduce within the dream, the scene before him underwent another dramatic change.

This time... he was faced with a starry sky.

To be precise, it is a huge platform located in the starry sky.

A massive, ancient, solemn, yet incomplete statue stands in the void.

The collapsed hall was empty except for the ruins of the statues.

In his dream, Roland ignored the anomaly before him and continued walking forward.

Then he finally arrived at the lake and under the giant tree.

“■■■■■■■,■■■■■■.”

"■■■■■■■■■■■."

In his dream, Roland looked up at the giant tree in front of him and said something, but he couldn't hear what he was saying.

Soon a bright light appeared.

The scene changed again.

The dream hasn't ended yet.

This is the conclusion Roland reached.

He is now on an ocean.

He looked back and saw the familiar port of Riskan behind him.

Beside him was old Lancelot, who was rowing the boat with a smile.

There were two fishing rods, one large and one small, on the boat.

The still-young Lancelot was smiling happily at this moment. This rare time with his family was perhaps the only comfort he could find after his wife's passing.

Just like the two of them fishing on the sea right now.

Although I was surprised by the sudden change in the dream.

But Roland didn't pay much attention this time.

Dreams are inherently unpredictable, aren't they?

Even though it was just in a dream... it was still a good experience to spend some time with my deceased father.

In his dream, Roland picked up the small fishing rod, awkwardly baited it, and then cast it into the sea.

In reality, this method would most likely not catch a single fish.

But this was a dream. Soon after, Roland felt the fishing rod in his hand sink.

He immediately stood up and picked up the fishing rod, and old Lancelot also stood up to help Roland pick up the fishing rod.

Soon, the prey that had taken the bait revealed its true form.

An apple that shimmers with a golden luster and emits a faint golden glow...

"!!!!!!"

Roland suddenly woke up at that moment.

But when he opened his eyes, he couldn't see anything.

I didn't see a familiar ceiling, nor did I see an unfamiliar one.

However... Roland was certain he wasn't blind.

The sensation from his eyelids told him that hair was covering his eyes.

Roland's first thought was how long he had slept.
Although my hair wasn't exactly short to begin with, it wasn't short enough to completely cover my eyes.

But if you've slept for almost a year, it doesn't seem impossible for your hair to grow to this length.

But Roland abandoned this conjecture the next moment.

He touched the "golden apple".

For a fleeting moment, he suddenly understood where the incredibly realistic tactile sensation he felt in his dream came from.

The fluffy tail half-wrapped around his waist, and the soft breathing sounds coming from beside his ear, almost made Roland stop breathing.

Oh damn it!
What happens while I'm asleep?!

wrong!

What did Cellina do to him while he was asleep?!

After Roland woke up, his movements woke up Cellina, who was not sleeping soundly to begin with.

When Roland turned his head to look at Cellina's sleepy, scarlet eyes, both of them paused for a moment.

Cellina's subsequent reaction was somewhat beyond Roland's expectations.

She said nothing, but simply hugged Roland tightly in her arms.

Roland could even clearly feel the hot breath exhaled from Cellina's mouth and nose blowing against the back of his ear.

Then Cellina fell asleep again, and Roland, clearly unable to break free from the deadly embrace of an eighth-ring warrior, was forced to become a body pillow...

……

Three hours later.

The atmosphere in the room was somewhat tense.

Cellina sat on a chair in the room, her hands resting lightly on her knees, calmly watching Roland return from his shower.

Roland was clearly unable to stand Cellina's unwavering gaze and kept avoiding her eyes.

"What about... Nash?"

"In the place of the Grand Inquisitor of Suren."

"Oh."

“Roland.” Cellina leaned forward, suddenly closing the distance between herself and Roland.

This startled Roland, who instinctively leaned back and asked, "W-what happened?"

"Don't you want to say anything to me?"

"What...what should I say? What would be appropriate for me to say right now?"

Cellina pouted, a rare occurrence, then reached out and tugged at Roland's cheek: "You... don't you have any thoughts about me?"

"...What thoughts should I express?"

Although the Cherlinina in front of me now is much cuter than her usual serious and unsmiling self.

But Roland really didn't know what to say.

You can't just express your feelings directly, can you?

That's too direct.

Not quite right.

But what other thoughts could he possibly have?

Fortunately, there was a knock on the door at that moment.

Roland jumped up from his seat and darted to the door to open it.

"Your Excellency Roland, it's so good to see you're alright." It was Delan at the door. When he saw that Roland was able to open the door on his own, he also exchanged pleasantries: "When I first learned that you were unconscious, I was worried that I wouldn't be able to go back and report to Her Highness the Princess and His Majesty."

"By the way, Ms. Flam asked me to inform you that the teleportation array is ready. Please go to the teleportation array next to the dock immediately."

"Ah, Ms. Cellina, you're here too. That saves me from making another trip."

Roland nodded, looking at Delan with gratitude, and grasped the other's hand: "Thank you, Mr. Delan!"

"Ah? Ah... It's nothing, just a small matter, nothing at all."

Delan was a little confused, even though he had spent most of his time slacking off during the previous operation and hadn't expended much energy.

However, the long voyage still made him, an inlander, feel somewhat uncomfortable.

To be honest, if it weren't for his strength level, he would have gotten seasick within half an hour of boarding the ship.

He left after delivering the message.

He needed to sort through the belongings of his two fallen comrades.

After Delan left, Roland turned back to look at Cellina and smiled, "Well, it's almost time to assemble, hurry up and pack your things and go."

"Hey! Roland, you haven't answered my question yet!"

Cellina stood up and grabbed Roland, who was trying to slip away.

"You really...have nothing to say to me?" Cellina's tone was somewhat disappointed, then she hurriedly tried to explain, "I know it's a bit sudden, but...but I..."

Seeing Cellina hesitate before pursing her lips, Roland smiled helplessly: "Just like you said... this is somewhat sudden."

"How about we talk as we walk?"

"The teleportation array waits for no one."

Cellina nodded, but never let go of Roland's hand.

Even though her grip was so tight that it hurt Roland.

Then Roland remembered something, and he looked at Cellina and asked, "Where is the Demon King?"

"After I entered the room, he flew out of the room by himself, saying that he was going to find Ms. Flam."

Roland: "..."

After quickly packing their luggage, the two walked down the corridor.

By this time, most people had already headed to the teleportation array.

After all, no one wants to stay in this isolated island base in the far sea any longer.

Even if it's safe here, it's still the same.

Humans are always a mixture of curiosity and fear when it comes to the unknown.

In the empty corridor, only the footsteps of Roland and Cellina could be heard.

Roland turned to look at Cellina, who was keeping pace with him: "Cellina... although the answer may be obvious, I still want to ask... why... why did you..."

Cellina reverted to her usual stern and unsmiling demeanor.

She looked at Roland, and suddenly tightened her grip on Roland's right wrist with her left hand, expressing her dissatisfaction in this way.

Then, she looked at Roland and said, "You even asked me why..."

"Our relationship was originally just a simple employer-employee relationship."

"We should have parted ways after the employment ended..."

"Not to mention I'm a demon."

"We should never have met."

"It's all because of you that I've developed unnecessary feelings..."

"And now you're asking me why?"

Looking at the angry Cherlinina, Roland shook his head helplessly: "I don't remember doing anything special."

"I was just treating you the way a business partner should treat you."

Cellina didn't say anything, she just kept increasing the pressure in her hands.

"Stop! Stop! Stop! My hand is going to break! It's going to break!"

(End of this chapter)