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

Chapter 204 Who am I?
City Defense Army Headquarters.

Cafas, who was drinking tea and reading the newspaper with Federico, the Grand Master of the Imperial Guard, yawned.

Since he and Federico arrived in Riskan, he has been freed from the tedious and burdensome paperwork and is living a much easier life than when he was the chief of the bureau in the capital.

He doesn't have to do any work at all.

All you need to do is let people know he's in Sweden.

This is what he does in Riskan.

But now, his peaceful life is about to be disrupted.

When he sensed a familiar magical fluctuation returning, Kefas let out his last lazy yawn, then sat up from the large sofa and straightened his tie and shirt.

After tidying himself up, dressed in a relatively formal manner, he leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and started reading the newspaper.

"boom!"

The conference room door was kicked open suddenly.

Federic, the commander of the Imperial Guard, sighed, but perhaps knowing vaguely that it had nothing to do with him, he silently covered his face with a newspaper.

Everyone in the capital knew about it.

The legendary elven mage, Ms. Flam who participated in the battle against the Demon King, is petty.

Now it seems she's ready to settle the score.

Even though Federic covered his face with a newspaper, he still couldn't help but see the bucket of holy water that was even taller than Flam, which she had levitated with magic.

In that instant, Federic, who knew about the events in the capital and had participated in the interrogation of Wellington, seemed to know who the unlucky guy targeted by Flam was.

However, this time, Federico still supports Frum's actions.

Taking revenge on someone who tried to kill you would be a psychologically agonizing experience for anyone.

"Hey! Kefas! Give me that damn shut-in blood demon's address!"

"...Ms. Flam, if that's all you want to know, just contact me using a communication spell."

Looking at the grand spectacle of the Flam and the bucket of holy water large enough to drown a person, Kefas instantly thought of the Blood Demon Prince who had participated in the capital incident but withdrew midway.

But as Kefahs said...

If you really want the address, why don't you just have someone pass on a message? Why would I refuse to give it to you?
Thinking of this, Kefas sighed with relief, feeling both helpless and relieved.

At least this time there's no trouble.

All he had to do was tell Flam the location of the Blood Demon Prince; the rest was none of his business.

Since the Wangdu Incident, he has hardly had any rest.

Not to mention the prototypes of the Demon King's Hand... Although the Demon King's remnant soul has reached some kind of cooperation with that kid Roland, and the two get along very well... we still have to keep tracking them.

Especially when the armor wasn't shown...

Kefas suddenly had a headache again.

The number of prototypes that have escaped from trouble is currently unknown.

Although the most troublesome army of familiars has proven that Roland can inscribe more spell interference projectiles to achieve a one-click screen clearing effect.

But those prototypes that could appear at any time or in any place are just a hassle to even think about...

"Hey……"

Kefas sighed, then pressed a button to summon his men, and immediately ordered them to retrieve the files.

“I’ve had someone find the intelligence for you. Why don’t you put this bucket of holy water down and rest for a while, Ms. Flam?”

"Oh."

With Kefas's reminder, Flam realized that she seemed to have gotten a little too excited and complicated a very simple matter.

But there is no way.

She was so excited!

There aren't many things that can excite an elf!
In the long course of life, there are not many things that she can't wait to do right away!

Kefas glanced at Flam, who was shaking her leg excitedly like a child, and silently mourned for the Blood Demon Prince.

But who told this guy to get involved in the operation on his own?
I have no idea what the other person is after...

As the director of the Inspectorate, he was naturally responsible for monitoring the movements of this great demon.

Although the other party has basically never left the ancient castle where they lived for three hundred years, even if they did leave, they would not have gone more than three hundred meters away from the castle.

Overall, it is quite harmless to humans and animals.

They were even more friendly than the bandits and cultists roaming the empire.

Even when the territory is attacked by monsters, this person will sometimes appear on the balcony of the castle and use the blood demon's bloodline magic to deal with enemies that the local guards cannot handle.

It has made significant contributions to the safety and well-being of the local people.

This is why the empire turns a blind eye to people living on its territory.

This person even changed the blood they drank from human blood to the blood of cows, sheep, and chickens.

It's unclear what got into this law-abiding demon this time, that made him cooperate with Wellington's actions.

Well, adults have to pay the price for their choices.

I hope the demon is alright.

While waiting, Kefas and Federico started chatting with Flam in fits and starts.

Fortunately, Cafas had worked as a sailor for a while when the seas were relatively peaceful, so he had some understanding of the conditions at sea.

Federico was different. As a native nobleman of the capital, he had never been to sea in his entire life.

Our understanding of the sea came almost entirely from books published by the Society and intelligence held by the Imperial Guard.

However, both of them lacked a certain understanding of the ocean today.

After a while, the room, which had been somewhat dull, began to come alive.

After only a few words, Flam, who had been happily telling stories, suddenly paused when she talked about the cognitive interference released by the evil god, and then looked sharply at Kephas.

Very soon, very soon!

Frum pulled a verdant branch directly from her storage ring and then infused it with magic.

The next moment, the power of the World Tree was unleashed from its branches.

Although it was far less effective than Roland's release, after Flam used the magic brick to fly, Kefas suddenly felt something on his body disappear.

He sensed this strange feeling, but couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.

But he could see the seriousness on Floram's face. The next moment, after the power of the World Tree dispelled the abnormality on Kefus, Floram asked in a deep voice, "Kefus... do you know that you've been subjected to cognitive interference?"

“Cognitive interference?” Kefas frowned. “Ms. Flam, you mean…”

Ten minutes later, Kefas learned about the ordeal that had befallen Roland and old Lancelot, as well as the true reason for their visit to Riskan and their investigation of the Iris.

Flam continued, "The interference on you is very weak, perhaps because of your strength. So-called cognitive interference cannot have much of an effect on you, nor can it deceive or modify your memories."

"Just like me, even though I have come into direct contact with a device that carries cognitive interference, my memory and cognition themselves have not shown too many abnormalities."

"But it can cloud our judgment of key information."

"Because the interference on you was very subtle, I was unable to detect anything unusual about you when we worked together in the capital."

Kefas sighed, "That guy Caul... he's clearly not strong enough, but he's gotten himself into a ton of trouble..."

"But as for judging key information..."

Kefas suddenly realized something, abruptly stood up from the sofa, and his pupils involuntarily contracted.

"I think I've figured it out, that crucial information I'd been overlooking..."

“Ms. Fram, could you please call Roland? This matter is related to him.”

……

"Mmm!!! This stew is so delicious! Roland, why didn't you tell me sooner that this place was so good!?"

Roland, who was watching Kalia devour her food and propping his head up with his hand while watching her performance, sighed: "Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."

"If you want more, I'll just ask the owner to bring another serving. There's no need to eat it so carefully."

Upon hearing this, Kalia gave Roland a disdainful look, then pointed her index finger and began to lecture him in a pretentious manner: "Mr. Roland, wasting food is a bad habit!"

"The proper way to enjoy a delicious meal is to eat it all up! That's the only way to show respect to the chef and the ingredients themselves!"

Roland chuckled helplessly: "Does that mean you have to dip bread in the soup and eat it all?"

"You don't understand, the broth is the essence of stew!"

"Okay, okay... Boss, another serving of stewed meat, please."

After turning back to greet the beaming boss, Roland continued to look at Kalia, who was now wearing the gemstone necklace.

Yes, the gem formed from divine power did not completely disappear as the divine power within it was completely absorbed.

Just like how even though Kalia absorbed divine power, her rank only increased from the third ring to the fifth ring.

There has been progress, but not as much as we had imagined.

According to Kalia herself, she is still slowly digesting that power, so she needs to eat more to replenish her energy.

Although we don't know what the connection is between the two, it's best not to get too clear about Kalia's matter.

Just as Roland was getting a little hungry from Kalia's mukbang, the door to the small restaurant was pushed open.

The visitor was none other than Delan, who had changed into casual clothes.

Roland was somewhat surprised to see an acquaintance here, so he greeted him, "Mr. Roland, you're here for dinner too?"

Delan glanced at Roland, and the polite words that were about to slip out of his mouth were forcibly swallowed back down.

After thinking for a moment, he said somewhat awkwardly, "Although I don't want to disturb your time alone with Miss Kalia... there are some things I'd like to tell you, and it will only take a little of your time."

Seeing that Delan's expression seemed genuine, and seeing Kalia's slightly dissatisfied but helplessly agreeable look, Roland got up and walked with Delan into the alley next to the shop.

Before Delan could speak, Roland asked directly, "Has something happened again, Mr. Delan? Has the prototype of the Demon Lord's Hand appeared, or is the Chaos Brotherhood up to its old tricks again?"

After hearing Roland's words, Delan laughed: "These are matters that the Empire needs to consider. Although you, Lord Roland, are very powerful, you are still a first-year student at the academy."

"It doesn't even belong to any official position in the empire."

“These are things you shouldn’t be involved in… although your involvement would make things much smoother for us…”

“Stop, Mr. Delan, I didn’t come here to listen to your flattery.” Roland interrupted Delan.

He could tell that Delan seemed very conflicted, so he took the initiative to ask, "Just say what's on your mind, Mr. Delan."

“Sigh…” Delan sighed, putting away the cigarette he had just taken out but hadn’t lit yet: “It’s like this, this time…”

Then, in a state of confusion and melancholy, Delan told Roland in detail about Salah III's plans and words, and revealed his true mission.

"That's how it is... Your Excellency Roland, are you listening?"

"...I'm listening. Thank you, Your Excellency Delan. Please also convey to His Majesty that you appreciate his concern. As for the rest...I will have Mr. Kefas verify it with you."

Roland had a headache.

Well, what was originally just a guess has now been confirmed.

He really needs to confront the question of "who am I".

Fortunately, there were quite a few clues.

Delan breathed a sigh of relief: "I hope this won't affect our personal friendship... although it wasn't much to begin with."

"Then I'll take my leave now. I wish you all the best and that everything goes smoothly."

Delan took his leave, but Roland's mood was no longer as light as it had been at the beginning.

When he returned to his seat in the restaurant, even Kalia could tell that Roland was in a bad mood.

"Hey Roland, are you alright? Did you run into trouble again?"

“…I have indeed encountered some trouble.” Roland sighed. He had no intention of hiding anything from Kalia: “It seems I have to prove that I am Roland Lancelot.”

Kalia paused for a moment, then burst out laughing: "What nonsense are you talking about? You are you, what's there to prove?"

“Leah… I mean, maybe I’m not the real Roland Lancelot.”

"Does it matter?" After listening, Kalia put down her fork and spoon, wiped her mouth, and poked Roland's lips with her finger. "You are you. So what if you're not the real Roland Lancelot?"

"It's just a name, isn't it? There's more than one Roland Lancelot in the world."

"But you're the only person I know, like, rely on, and trust!"

"So, don't overthink it, just open your mouth, this stewed meat tastes really good!"

Kalia chuckled, then used her fork to pick up a piece of stewed meat until it was tender and put it into Roland's mouth.

Silently swallowing the stewed meat in his mouth, Roland felt that his mood was not so depressed anymore.

Turning to Kalia, she teased, "Are you still Lia? How can I hear such philosophical words coming from you?"

"Hey! I'm not stupid! Don't look down on me like that!"

(End of this chapter)