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

Chapter 202 Flam's Revenge Plan, A Narrow Escape

Upon seeing Roland and Cellina arrive at the teleportation array, Nash, who had been somewhat listless, suddenly burst forth with astonishing energy. He broke free from Suren's clutches and landed steadily on Roland's shoulder with a high leap.

"Help me, Roland! This woman is insane! Waaaaaah... Nina isn't human, she has absolutely no intention of saving me!"

"...But she really isn't human."

"That's not the point, okay?! I was planning to get some sleep in your room to calm down from the shock!"

"Then that woman came over! She started saying how cute I was and stuff, which made my hair stand on end."

"But Nina handed me over to them without hesitation! Without hesitation!"

Hearing the silly cat's noise, Cellina coughed: "I did try to stop it, okay?"

"Meow! Is that what you call stopping me?! Stopping me with your eyes?! You won't even stick out a hand!"

After refuting Cellina, Nash cried in frustration, then silently crawled into Roland's inner pocket, and then poked out a teary-eyed little cat head to stare at Cellina.

Roland rubbed the cat's head helplessly to comfort it. At this moment, the Demon King, who had previously made an excuse to leave, slowly flew out from the corner with his gauntlets, then pretended to be nonchalant and hung himself back on Roland's waist.

Roland: "..."

"Even if you're trying to pretend you don't know anything, your acting is just too terrible!"

"Tch, I'm just a remnant soul that can only control one piece of armor. What kind of acting skills can you possibly see in me?"

After the Demon King finished his rant, he fell silent, appearing quite self-aware.

Roland was speechless, but it wasn't appropriate for him to say anything at this moment.

Suren then stepped forward, her face full of anticipation, and pulled Cherlinina aside to whisper to her.

Roland watched the two people who seemed to be discussing some plan, and a bold idea popped into his head.

Damn it, could this unreliable judge be the one who gave Cellina those bad ideas?

So, you, a judge, are now meddling in marriage matters?!

Nash then realized that something was wrong.

Nash, hidden inside the lining of Roland's coat, felt a little strange.

Why can you still smell Cherlinina's unique scent even after she's walked away?
Although he was turned into a cat, Nash still retained some of the characteristics of dragons.

For example, a unique sense of smell.

Dragons are not known for their sense of smell, but they can smell the "scent" of magic.

Roland carries the scent of Cellina's magic.

Still very strong.

Nash's eyes suddenly sharpened. She leaned out, extended her paw, and gently patted Roland's cheek with her small, fleshy paw.

When Roland looked down at Nash, he saw Nash's sharp and scrutinizing gaze.

"Hey... Roland, you wouldn't be having an affair with Nina...?"

No! Absolutely not! It's not what you think at all!

Nash sneered at Roland's frantic attempts to justify himself.

LOL, I haven't even asked a question and you're already getting impatient.

Wouldn't that be an admission of guilt without being asked?

Nash then continued, "You and Nina wouldn't actually... be together...?"

Nash stopped talking and then patted himself with his front paws.

"You wouldn't really..."

Nash continued patting.

Roland: "...Where did you learn all this? Is this knowledge a little cat like you should know?"

Nash rolled his eyes: "Come on, I'm the oldest one alive in the team... ah, except for the Demon King, he's the oldest one alive, okay!"

"Even if you include that elf's age, I'm still older than all of you combined!"

"Although I am still a young dragon."

"But you can't really treat me like a minor, can you?"

Roland covered his face helplessly: "Promise me you won't tell Lia and Iluvia."

"Heh, so you're scared now?" Nash retorted irritably. "Put your problem aside for now."

"That Nina too... She spoke so righteously at first, saying she wasn't interested in you... Ha, woman, no, female demon!"

Upon hearing this, Roland corrected Nash's statement: "It's not that I'm afraid... I just need to rest... to rest."

"This is a teleportation array, do you know what that means?"

"This means that once the teleportation array is activated, I estimate I'll be able to see those two people."

"I'm already struggling to keep up... I need to take a break. If you really want to leak information, please wait a day."

Hearing Roland's complaints, Nash's eyes lit up with amusement. He put one of his front paws to his mouth and laughed, "What's wrong with you? I thought you were so great."

"So they were just small fry after all~~~"

Roland: “???”

Roland grabbed Nash by the neck and pulled him out of his pocket.

Seeing the silly cat instantly raise its paws in a French military salute, Roland sneered: "What did you just say?"

"I didn't say anything, meow! I didn't say anything!"

"The little devil is going to be injected with a lot of stuff, so you better watch out."

“What is a female imp?” Nash asked.

"That's not important. You know what injection means, right?"

Nash trembled all over, looking at Roland with some fear: "Meow! What do you want to do!?"

"Heh, you better behave yourself... or else... Ouch, who hit me?!"

Just as Roland was about to make further threats, Cellina smacked him on the head in annoyance: "Stop teasing the cat, the teleportation array is already activated."

……

Before the Pomegranate Flower, Allen looked up and stared silently at the giant ship whose top he could not see even by looking up.

This is undoubtedly a product of human technology, but at this moment it can only be docked in this shipyard, waiting for repairs that may never come.

This ship has undoubtedly completed its mission.

Whether it was during the great exploration era decades ago or in this current exploration mission.

It faithfully fulfilled its duties.

Once again, and for the last time.

Allen stroked the dents on the ship's external armor.

This voyage changed him a lot.

Although he was still not very brave.

But he was already able to do something despite his fear.

They have dared to stand up and take responsibility, and dared to shoulder the entire safety of the people on board.

This is the captain's mission...

Allen didn't consider himself a qualified captain.

At least not now.

But he will try his best.

He would sign up to go out to sea whenever the sea returned to calm, or whenever the sea could never return to calm.

After thinking for a moment, he walked up the gangway.

Then he put the gun that had accompanied him all the way back into the armory on the deck.

He will come back and take it away.

It could be next month, it could be tomorrow, or it could be ten years from now.

But he will return to this place.

Then he continued his voyage.

"Hey Allen, what are you still doing on this ship! Get off! We're going home!"

Max's voice came from below. Allen smiled and nodded, then quickly ran off the ship.

……

With the activation of the giant teleportation array within the base, the evacuation began.

Due to the large number of people, the teleportation array can only transport them in batches.

The wounded and those unable to fight were the first to be affected.

The second batch, wounded but still retaining some combat capability.

The remaining third batch.

Even though the transmissions were done in batches, it didn't take much time.

An hour later, the entire base fell silent once again.

After Roland stepped out of the teleportation array, he began to look around.

The exit of this makeshift teleportation array is not located within the city of Riskan.

Instead, it was in a place that Roland was very familiar with.

Lakeside in the woods outside the city.

The ruins of his wooden house and the large pit in the distance have not yet been cleared.

Returning here after a month, Roland still felt a mix of emotions.

Just a month ago, I was a carefree little magician from the Second Ring Road who would come here for a picnic whenever I had nothing to do.

Back then, there weren't so many troubles and questions in my world.

Of course, I didn't know that many people there either.

Seeing Kalia charging towards him with savage force, Roland had no choice but to open his arms and catch Kalia steadily as she jumped onto him.

As for Nash... the silly cat has already slipped back into Cherlinina's arms.

She felt that staying with Roland might be dangerous.

At this moment, she and Cellina stood together beside Roland.

They watched Roland and Kalia interact quietly.

"Roland! You're finally back! I've missed you so much!"

"You didn't encounter any danger at sea, did you?"

"It's a good thing you weren't in the first two groups... Was the operation successful?"

"Oh, right, yesterday I took Iluvia to Uncle Jules's shop for a meal..."

Listening to Kalia, who was listing recent details of her life as if she were giving a work report, Roland suddenly felt that his familiar daily routine had returned.

Although it's all noisy.

But Nash's arguing is different from Kalia's arguing.

Behind Kalia, Iluvia, dressed in a white dress, stood quietly on the outside of the group, smiling at her.

They showed absolutely no intention of moving forward.

Roland glanced at Iluvia, then looked down at Kalia, who was still talking non-stop.

Could these two have made some kind of agreement in private while I was away?

In addition...

Roland's gaze inevitably drifted to Cellina beside him.

When she saw Roland looking at her, Cellina was taken aback for a moment, then gave Roland a faint smile.

Then Cherlinina said, "I'll take Nash back to the Governor's Mansion first. We should stay somewhere else now, right?"

“Hmm.” Iluvia nodded. “Why don’t we go back together? I also have some things to take care of back home after coordinating a large amount of resources to activate the teleportation array.”

After saying that, Iluvia walked up to Roland and stuck out her tongue: "It's good to see you're alright. See you at the victory celebration tonight."

"Oh, by the way, I need you to attend the tripartite meeting tomorrow to explain the process of the operation."

After saying that, Iluvia suddenly launched a sneak attack, kissing Roland on the cheek, and then left the scene with Cellina, who was still very composed.

"Hey, everyone's gone... Couldn't you have looked at me a little longer?"

Kalia's somewhat helpless voice successfully drew Roland's attention back to her.

Roland was somewhat surprised, so he asked, "What happened between you and Iluvia these past few days?"

"What happened?" Kalia tilted her head. "Nothing happened. It was just a normal day." "Except for the fact that my innate spell almost went out of control last night. If Mr. Kefas hadn't arrived in time to stop it, nothing else had happened."

Roland retorted, "You're saying this as if it were something incredibly important, all so casually..."

After Roland finished speaking, he glanced around.

This lakeside, which was usually deserted, was now packed with staff from the Empire, the Academy, and even the Vatican.

Roland even saw Flam holding a large bucket and talking to Suren about something.

"There are a lot of people here, Leah, come with me."

"Hey, is there something you can't say here?"

"No, we need to find a less crowded place."

Kalia's cheeks flushed slightly upon hearing this, and she stammered, "A place with fewer people... wouldn't that be a bit rushed? We can go back to the governor's mansion..."

"There are too many people in the Governor's Mansion. It's safer to be out in the wild."

"In the wild!?" The blush on Kalia's cheeks spread rapidly, almost instantly reaching her ears.

"Roland...So, you like...the wild style?"

Roland looked confused: "What wild style? I'm just in a hurry to get things done and I'm looking for a quiet place."

"In a hurry to get things done... So that's who you are..."

"stop!"

Roland finally realized what Kalia was thinking and quickly stopped her.

"I just wanted to give you a gift."

"And... the Demon King is still hanging on my waist, so there are actually three of us now."

The Demon King, who had been pretending to be dead and silent, coughed and said, "Well, if you want, I can fly to another place, you know what I mean."

“I don’t understand!” Roland immediately retorted, then looked at Kalia, who was clearly very disappointed, and said, “I have a gift I want to give you.”

"A gift that might help you resolve the issue of your innate spells going out of control."

Kalia was taken aback for a moment, then quickly became expectant: "Eh! There's a gift?! You were at sea the whole time, how could you find me a gift?!"

"Could it be the meat of some kind of sea monster or sea beast? Slurp, is it tasty?"

Looking at the gluttonous witch before him, who immediately associated food with any gift, Roland sighed: "This time it's a proper gift. And why is sea monster meat a cure for runaway innate magic?"

"Why not? There's a method called food therapy, maybe it will work!"

Kalia argued with Roland, somewhat unconvinced.

Roland then asked, "Don't you doubt whether this gift will actually work?"

"Hey, this is a gift from you! You wouldn't lie to me, would you?"

Feeling the girl's unreserved trust, Roland felt inexplicably guilty.

Fortunately, he actually prepared a gift this time.

And it wasn't just any ordinary gift.

He took out the necklace made of branches from the World Tree from his storage space.

The gray gemstone in the center of the necklace radiates a unique black sheen.

Kalia was immediately drawn to the necklace the moment she saw it.

"Strange...why do I feel such a sense of familiarity with this thing...Roland, where did you find it?"

"Strictly speaking, this is a sacred relic of the Chaos Brotherhood. It is a spoil of war obtained after the divine descent ritual was thwarted."

"Hey! Doesn't that mean it's very valuable?! Is it okay for me to receive this as a gift?!"

"Perhaps... In any case, this thing will eventually be sealed or destroyed, so we might as well make the most of it."

Roland sighed: "Your innate magical abilities are getting out of control more and more frequently, aren't they?"

"Even though you've tried to sound as calm as possible, you're still scared, aren't you?"

Kalia took the necklace from Roland's hand: "...Thank you, Roland."

"But how do you use this thing?"

"Can I just bring it with me?"

Roland scratched his head: "They said they wanted to absorb the energy within... Demon King, come out and explain yourself."

"Alright, alright, come here, human, I'll teach you..."

Just as the Demon King was teaching Kalia how to devour the power of the evil god, on the other side, Flam also followed Suren to the church in Rieskan.

"Alright, Ms. Flam, the holy water is right here."

"By the way, didn't we agree that I would send someone to deliver this to the Governor's Mansion? Why did you come along?"

Frum rubbed her hands together, looking quite excited: "I can't contain myself... I wish I could run straight to Isfar tomorrow and soak that shut-in blood demon in holy water!"

Suren, who had been listening to Flam's revenge plan, could only offer a polite smile before asking, "Excuse me, are you the Blood Demon Prince?"

“Of course, isn’t she the only great demon who lives openly and legitimately on human territory?” Flam became more and more excited as she spoke, then looked at Suren: “By the way, is the purity of this holy water high enough?”

"Don't worry, Ms. Flam. This is the best holy water the Vatican can offer." Suren sighed, "This is the only quality they have in Vatican City."

"Hehe, that's good! Thank you very much, Grand Inquisitor Suren! Remember to come to the victory celebration party tonight!"

Suren simply shook his head as he watched Furam carry a large bucket out.

The personal preferences of these immortal beings are truly unpredictable.

anyway……

What is Lord Roland doing right now?
Did Ms. Celinina succeed?

Although Suren had observed the atmosphere between the two before the teleportation array was activated, it did indeed meet his expectations.

but……

Ultimately, it's more satisfying to witness it firsthand and hear it acknowledged personally.

She was already looking forward to the celebration party that evening!
As she pondered, she turned to look at the somewhat broken greatsword that had been temporarily enshrined in the Church of Rieskan.

That was her grandfather's sword, which she had brought back from the Iris.

It was also the only thing he left behind.

She is proud to have such an ancestor and will report this action truthfully.

She believed that the gods and the papacy would grant him the recognition he deserved.

……

The Riscan Continental Historical Society Branch.

This place has never been this lively at night.

Almost all the surviving members of the society came here in unison.

Everyone is here anxiously awaiting news.

About their president, Götze.

Those who later signed up for the second phase of the operation and fought against sea monsters and shadow giants on the high seas were especially worried about the captain's safety.

They knew that their survival and return to Riskan were all thanks to Götze and the two hatters' desperate delaying efforts.

They had already expressed their request to pay tribute to the hatter, but the hatter leader, named Delan, seemed hesitant.

After all, as an intelligence agent of the Empire, the Hatter should not have his name revealed even after his death.

Therefore, he could only ask the members of the association to wait while he consulted his superiors.

Although the two hatters have sacrificed their lives, the members of the society can only express their gratitude through memorial services.

But Götze... the president who leads the entire chapter, has always enjoyed a very high reputation within the chapter.

This action has almost pushed his reputation to its peak.

Nobody wanted anything to happen to him.

"Will the president be alright?"

"Everything will be alright. The Vatican has already sent a priest to the hospital. Everything will be alright!"

"Exactly! Can't we be more optimistic? The president has survived so many accidents before, there's no reason for him to fall victim to this one!"

Just as the students were starting to discuss how they hadn't heard from Götze for a long time, Allen, who had gone to the hospital with Max to accompany Götze for treatment, returned.

He came back crying.

In an instant, the entire academy fell silent.

Only Allen's soft sobs echoed in the chapter's hall.

Allen just stood there at the door, refusing to take another step inside.

After a long while, an elderly man from the association stepped forward, patted Allen on the shoulder, and said nothing, simply keeping him company in silence.

Then, faint sobs began to be heard from the hall, but in the next moment, these scattered sobs merged into one.

Allen was stunned.

He looked at everyone in the hall, not understanding why they had suddenly started crying.

The old man beside him, whose eyes were also beginning to well up with tears, hesitated and asked after seeing Allen's behavior, "How is the chairman?"

"Um... the president's surgery was very successful, but he will have to wear a prosthesis for his thigh from now on. The damage to his internal organs also prevents him from participating in work for long periods of time, and he may not be able to go to sea in the future."

Upon hearing Allen's words, the crying in the hall stopped abruptly.

The old man next to Allen continued to ask, "So the chairman is alright?"

"Of course the chairman is fine. But he's lost a leg and can't go out to sea anymore! Isn't that something to be sad about?"

silence.

A long silence.

"Damn it! Allen, you only say half a sentence to me, huh?! Die!"

"Fuck your mother! You made me cry! Even if the president stood in front of you today, it wouldn't matter! Allen, you'd better die!"

"Damn it! I thought the guild leader was dead! Turns out he's still alive! All that crying for nothing!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Allen clearly needs a good beating! He's come back from a trip to sea all about keeping secrets and acting! He needs to be taught a lesson!"

The Riskan branch hall instantly became a sea of ​​joy.

Max, who arrived a step too late, had just pushed open the door to announce his new appointment when he saw the members mingling together in the hall.

"Stop right there! Listen to me first!"

With a roar from Max, everyone stopped in unison.

As vice president and first mate, Max's prestige was in no way inferior to Götze's.

"Until that idiot Götze is discharged from the hospital, I will act as the branch president!"

"Did you all hear that clearly!?"

The members burst into laughter, then shouted in unison, "Listen carefully, Acting Chairman!!!"

"Damn it! Get rid of the word 'agent'!"

The members all shouted, "No! We only have Chairman Götze as our sun!!!"

Max: "..."

Max was speechless for a moment, then sighed and reluctantly pulled out a Golden Eagle coin from his pocket. He then shouted outside, "Damn it, you win! Here you go!"

As he spoke, Max tossed the gold eagle coin in his hand, and a hand reached out from outside the door and caught it.

The newcomer, leaning on a cane, slowly appeared in everyone's sight.

After being given a powerful healing spell by the priests, Götze, who had only been unconscious due to exhaustion and had a broken leg, woke up immediately.

Although he couldn't use magic, his exceptional physique as a seventh-ring transcendent warrior quickly granted him the same mobility as ordinary people.

Aside from the fact that his broken leg hasn't been fitted with a prosthesis yet.

"Hey everyone, you wouldn't mind if I, a disabled person, spent the rest of my time recuperating in the branch, would you?"

As soon as Götze finished speaking, someone below started jeering, "President! Wasn't it said that Max would be acting president from now on? Why are you in such a hurry to be discharged from the hospital?"

"I was discharged from the hospital precisely because he was supposed to represent me! What does he even know about official documents! If he were in charge of all the branch's reports and forms, things would be a complete mess!"

Götze's words drew another round of laughter, but Max, unusually, didn't respond, only shaking his head and smiling helplessly.

My old partner has escaped death, so I'll just have to go along with him today and not argue.

Moreover, I genuinely cannot understand official documents.

Seeing the jubilant members of the society, Götze's mood improved considerably.

Although he still felt guilty for not bringing everyone back... but...

I think I did fulfill my duties as captain to some extent.
(End of this chapter)