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

Chapter 206: Five Reliable Records of People Returning from the Dead

After the letters from old Lancelot were made public, and after some discussion, everyone dispersed.

Ultimately, old Lancelot's letter did nothing to help except add to the questions.

Time cannot be reversed.

At least none of the people present could do it.

Furthermore, just as Kalia said, this problem does not affect Roland's normal life and can be temporarily set aside so that he can slowly look for clues.

Kefas and Federico said they would investigate the 1008 postal records in an attempt to find the whereabouts of old Lancelot's letter.

After all, in the letters that Federico reconstructed, old Lancelot did not fully explain the whole story.

It simply summarized the ins and outs of the incident.

If the complete letter can be found, it might provide some clues.

At least you won't be completely confused.

Of course, the letter wasn't entirely fruitless.

Did Roland's mother, the mother who should have been dead long ago, really appear in November of 1013?
This is also something worth investigating.

However, according to everyone except Roland, this matter is not something Lord Roland needs to go to such lengths for.

Professionals will investigate everything they can find for him.

As for the parts that cannot be found, let Lord Roland handle them personally.

To put it simply, the goal is to reassure Roland so he can focus on the upcoming victory celebration and the mission report on this voyage.

Take a few days to rest and wait until you have gathered enough clues about his identity before starting the investigation.

As for Flam... she doesn't intend to get involved in this matter. At least not for now.

After all, the problems Roland is currently facing do not seem to affect his life safety.

And her revenge plan isn't finished yet.

As for why she doesn't want to right now... it's because Flam realized that, going it alone, she might not be able to catch that damned shut-in Blood Demon.

This guy isn't good at anything else, but he's a master at running away.

Otherwise, this guy, whose combat strength isn't particularly strong, wouldn't have been able to survive the Demon King War.

My own methods can't completely guarantee that this guy won't escape; I might need Roland's help.

If Roland asked for my help back then, I could certainly make some exchanges.

For example, helping him investigate something.

Of course, this is all on the premise that Roland himself is willing.

However, it seems that Roland prefers to spend more time with Leah.

Hmm... that's fine too.

But... a resurrection?

Although this is almost impossible for humans, and even defies common sense.

But the history of this world is so long, and the god of death is an ancient god who has existed since the birth of the world.

Humans only began to systematically record history two thousand years ago.

Furthermore, due to the collapse of the original ancient human empire in the north and the two major upheavals of the Demon King War, human historical records suffered significant gaps and omissions.

This directly led to the establishment of the China Society for the Study of Historical Records.

The group's initial goal, and its most crucial goal today, remains to complete the world's incomplete historical records.

To understand and find out about the origin and past of humankind.

However, for elves, an ancient race that is no younger than the Grim Reaper, their records over the long years are quite rich.

Just like the World Tree itself, they have always faithfully, objectively, and neutrally recorded all the history they could record.

Of course, they cannot record everything, otherwise the China Society for Historical Records would not have gone to such lengths to search the world for lost records and historical materials.

Just ask the elves; they'd be happy to help humans fill in the gaps in their history.

However, one thing is one thing. In the long course of history, even if it is impossible to record everything, due to Avalon's geographical location and the elves' long lifespan, the things they recorded are well preserved.

Therefore, before she went to the human world, Flam was fortunate enough to read similar records in Avalon's giant library.

Resurrection from the dead.

Out of curiosity, she borrowed a copy of the book so she could take it home and read it at her leisure.

...and then several hundred years passed.

She took this book with her when she left Avalon for the human world. She had many such books, and her original intention was to pass the time during her journey.

But soon she encountered the blue-haired madwoman the Demon King had mentioned. At that time, Xinmeier was helping a caravan defend against an attacking monster.

At that time, Furam chose to lend a helping hand.

And that was it; she lost her precious reading time.

To be honest, if it weren't for the topic we just discussed, and the so-called resurrection, it would be...

She had almost forgotten about the copies she had borrowed from the Great Library.

Fortunately, their borrowing period can be extended to a thousand years.

For the time being, she doesn't need to worry about her parents, who are staying in Avalon, receiving notices of return and fines from the Grand Library.

Otherwise, the fine is a small matter, but being nagged is a big deal.

"Speaking of which... when I was reading that book before, the introduction seemed to have already summarized the several scenarios that were recorded..."

Before leaving the city defense headquarters, Floram remembered this incident and decided to postpone her original plans—she had intended to go to the blacksmith shop and the alchemy potion shop.

Ask someone to help me modify the mithril chain I have.

Add some holy water while you're at it.

but now……

With a bang, Furam put down a large bucket of holy water, then called over a few unlucky soldiers to watch his things. He then turned around, walked to a corner, squatted down, and began taking things out of his storage equipment.

Given hundreds of years of travel in the human world.

Her various strange and unusual collections made her search for the items less than smooth.

Fortunately, she eventually found those few books at the very bottom that weren't dusty or damaged.

Of course, these books exude a unique resentment of forgotten objects.

Perhaps it was just Fram's own illusion, but she did feel guilty about the books she had carefully selected before setting off, which she had only read a few pages of in total.

"Alright, alright, let me see..."

"The Five Most Recorded and Reliable Resurrections in the World"...Wow, the title of this book is that long!

"Hmm... first record."

"A demon, a blood demon, the former ruler of the Blood Demon Court... Ah, the former Blood Demon Lord?"

After reading about the people, their names, and their races in the records, Flam quickly formed an impression in her memory.

She had actually met the person in question.

However, she really didn't know about the matter of being brought back to life.

That was the first time she met that shut-in blood demon. The person she was carrying behind her was this dying former High Lord.

Recalling this point, Flam skipped over the first record and the lengthy deductions and arguments of the elven scholars.

This Great Lord and the Demon King are of the same kind; both are examples of people who, after death, transfer their souls through special containers and then rebuild their bodies.

Moreover, this person was not skilled and died soon after, and it was only through their own and Hinmel's kindness that they were able to bury him.

However, it was because of this that they received help from that damn shut-in at the last minute.

Otherwise, they really wouldn't have been able to find a way to get to the Demon King's castle.

Okay, the first example isn't very useful, let's move on to the next one.

"Alright, the second one... Hmm? It's actually more than 5,000 years ago? That's quite a long time span, almost approaching the end of the Age of Gods."

"The deceased was human, and the scene of his resurrection was witnessed and recorded by an elven ranger."

"At that time, the wandering knight passed through a village that had been robbed by bandits. After helping the villagers fight off the bandits, he stayed behind to help dispose of the corpses."

"But just as he was moving a corpse, the lifeless body, which he had already confirmed was devoid of life, suddenly showed signs of life."

According to the wandering knight's account, for a moment he saw a large door open and the soul of the deceased being returned.

"The reason is unknown."

"In order to confirm this, the wandering knight lived in seclusion near the village for decades and witnessed the true death of the person who had come back from the dead."

"He then concluded that the guy who came back from the dead was indeed just an ordinary person, with nothing special about him."

"His resurrection remains shrouded in mystery..."

"Okay, this seems like it can be used as a reference."

"Let me see the arguments of those scholars... what do they mean by 'their due lifespan has not yet ended, and their destined death has not yet arrived'?"

As Fram looked at the scholars' deductions and conclusions, he felt they were somewhat mystical.

Although a significant portion of the elves do believe that everyone has a fixed destiny, and that this destiny is woven from the roots of the World Tree... this belief is mostly legendary.

A legend that is quite distant even for elves.

Frum sighed, but she decided to record this reference record anyway. She took out a small notebook and notes and then continued to flip through the next record.

To be honest, it's rare for her to be so curious these days.

This kind of strange knowledge, which most people wouldn't bother to study, was quite to Flam's liking.

"The third one, the third one, hehe~~ = w ="

"Huh, another human?"

"This time... they've actually gone straight back eight thousand years?!"

"It went straight to the end of the Age of Gods..."

After her initial surprise, Flam understood.

After all, resurrection is beyond doubt; it is the realm of the gods, and not even a realm that all gods can intrude upon.

Currently, there are only two known deities associated with the concept of "death".

One is the god of death and the end, the true god of death.

The other one... is the goddess of earth and fertility.

The dead all return to the earth.

"Wow, eight thousand years ago, humans hadn't even established their first kingdom yet, right? If the records in the books are correct, at that time humans only had scattered city-states, and most were scattered around the world in the form of villages."

"Alright... this time the recorder is... the Elf King Seran!?"

"Wow, is it really related to such an important person?"

Fram glanced at the book cover instinctively.

Is the record of "the five most documented and reliable resurrections in the world" reliable? ...At least this record is absolutely reliable.

However, it's a bit too reliable.

"Eight thousand years ago, in a city-state called Pompeii, the inhabitants died in the aftermath of a battle between two legendary mages."

"Terrifying fire elemental magic burned the city-state to the ground, and none of the city's inhabitants survived."

“The great King Thran. He was observing everything that was happening before him with indifference.”

Such tragedies occurred almost constantly on the chaotic continent at that time.

"Not to mention, He is the god of elves, not human."

"But soon, the king witnessed a fact that even He was astonished by."

“A human male dressed in white robes, carrying a long spear, walked into the ruins of the city-state.”

"Then, a golden light flashed, and the city-state did not reappear, but the residents of the city were brought back to life one by one."

"The king once said that he witnessed the brief opening of that gate to the underworld."

After slowly reciting the recorded contents, Flam immediately checked the scholars' deductions and the Elf King's own account.

This time, however, the scholars did not write a long passage of arguments and inferences; they simply put up a quote from Thranan as their conclusion on the matter.

Thran: The will of the Great Source created everything, including the rules of the gods and the world.

Before death, fate is paramount.

Frum sighed. It was just another rambling record, completely useless.

However, Thran's testimony demonstrates that resurrection does indeed occur.

It wasn't a story made up by that playwright.

Fram continued reading, and the fourth story was roughly the same.

Although it wasn't witnessed by a heavyweight figure like the Elf King, it was still the firsthand account of a great man recorded in the Elf textbooks.

Moreover, the time intervals were not far apart.

Compared to the previous two records, which had a gap of at least a thousand years, the third and fourth records were only separated by one year.

Even the scenery is similar.

A city-state destroyed by an accident, a mysterious human in white robes wielding a gun, a mysterious golden light... Then the gates of the underworld opened, and the dead were resurrected.

Upon seeing this, Flam became somewhat curious about the human's identity.

After all, judging from the records, the phenomenon of the dead coming back to life is clearly related to this human.

Unfortunately, human records of history are already fragmented.

Records of the Age of Gods are reduced to vague poems and over-embellished myths and fables.

Trying to figure out the identity of that mysterious white-robed man now is obviously wishful thinking.

"This is the last one. I hope it's not a story that's too repetitive."

"The fifth one...twelve thousand years ago? That's way too long ago!"

"There are even annotations?"

"The authenticity of this record cannot be confirmed. However, given that King Thrann ordered us to submit it to Him for review when it was completed, and that He had no objections to the first draft after review, we will tentatively consider this record to be correct."

"Note 2... This record has no recorder, and no clear intelligence provider has been found."

"The records here come from poems inscribed on cedar bark after humans invented their own writing system."

The translation is as follows:

The gods hid the last spark of fire deep within the fruit's core.

When the King of Men opens his palm, the gates of the Kingdom of the Dead begin to breathe in reverse.

Flames danced across the arm, and roses bloomed from the bones.

In that instant, we recognized that familiar scent.

This is the placenta from which life emerges from its cocoon.

The king's people knelt on the ground, kissing their resurrected shadows.

The shadow is covered with scars, where the roots of the fruit tree are deeply embedded.

The King's crown hangs high, like the ever-shining sun.

At this moment, we have come to understand the price of grace—when [the crown] takes root, when countless heartbeats resonate with the crown—we are the foundation upon which the crown grows.

Fram silently read the ancient poem, and then discovered a word in it that she had never heard of before.

The King of Men.

Human beings naturally have emperors or kings, or rulers of other kinds.

But this term clearly does not refer to the king of a mortal kingdom.

He is the king of all mankind.

This was a fixed location, but it has now been lost.

Or is it used to specifically refer to a particular individual?

Frum didn't know, nor did she care to think about it.

She was more interested in the record of this poem.

Fruit pits and fruit trees, flames and bones... Could there really be a fruit that can bring people back to life?

Or is this also some kind of reference?
For the first time, Flam felt that her knowledge was insufficient.

Just to be on the safe side, she wrote down the poem, then walked among the soldiers and took away the large bucket of holy water.

……

"Hey Roland, why are you spacing out again? Didn't I tell you not to worry about those things?"

"Even if you want to investigate the abnormalities on yourself, can't you wait until Mr. Kefas and the others have finished organizing the clues and sent them to you?"

"You just got back from the sea, shouldn't you be resting?"

"Come on, open your mouth, ah~~~~"

As she spoke, Kalia used a toothpick to pick up a small, grilled squid and put it into Roland's open mouth.

As Roland savored the taste of the food, he smiled apologetically at Kalia: "Sorry, sorry, I wasn't thinking about that anymore. I was just thinking about the dream I had on the way back."

"A dream? What did you dream about? You're still thinking about it now, it couldn't be... wait!"

Kalia moved away with a hint of disdain, then quietly sat back down next to Roland, lowering her head and blushing as she said, "Actually, you don't have to keep reminiscing... If... if you want, I... I can actually..."

Roland roughly ruffled Kalia's hair: "Hey, what are you thinking! I just had a dream that felt a bit precognitive!"

"As you know, the dreams I've had recently that I can remember are all referring to something!"

Kalia sighed in disappointment, then quietly fixed her hair.

She was a little embarrassed... but Roland didn't seem to be too averse to it.

That's true, how could a man reject such a thing?

But he's not saying anything, is he waiting for me to make the first move?
Hmm... It's a bit much, after all, it should be the man who takes the initiative in this kind of thing!

Oh well, I've tried it before.

Although she had backed out at the last minute back then, this time... this time she wouldn't make a mistake!
It's rare that I've made a treaty with that wicked woman Iluvia, agreeing to cooperate and achieve a win-win situation!

If you still can't succeed even when your opponents have given you a chance, then you're really useless!

Thinking of this, Kalia prepared to continue following Roland's lead.

"What strange things did you dream about this time?"

Roland sighed, took a grilled baby squid from the snack box in Kalia's hand, and popped it into his mouth: "A very boring dream... but how should I put it... it feels somewhat familiar."

"It's as if I really experienced it."

Kalia tilted her head: "Maybe you really have experienced it?"

"Dreams are amazing. They can bring back to life the things you've seen and heard in your daily life, including details that you may not have paid attention to but have definitely noticed."

"And then... you'll feel like you've experienced those things, but you have absolutely no recollection of them."

"What's this called... what's it called again? Déjà vu?"

"Never mind, you get what I mean!"

Roland smiled and said, "I understand what you mean, but this time the situation is different."

"I can tell you with certainty that I have never been to any vast plains, nor have I ever reached the snow-covered North."

"And to enter what magnificent, broken, and collapsed sanctuary."

"I have never seen a giant tree bigger than a mountain and a spring that follows it like a shadow."

"But just like you said, dreams always need material... so I wonder, could I really... have experienced these things before?"

Upon hearing this, Kalia slapped Roland on the back of the head, nearly knocking the squid he hadn't finished eating out of his mouth.

"Alright, alright, you really have a vivid imagination... I was just saying it offhand!"

"A dream is just a dream, don't overthink it!"

"But I'm quite interested, what else was in your dream?"

"From what you just told me, your dream was quite exciting; you must have traveled to quite a few places."

Roland smiled wryly: "This is far from being exciting..."

"I just keep walking in all kinds of extreme weather, from the plains to the starry sky."

Kalia continued, "Then you must have something on you, right? Did you travel empty-handed?"

Roland remembered the "golden apple" that felt so good to the touch.

He was unsure whether it was a product of a dream.

But he still chose to speak out.

Kalia tilted her head: "A golden apple? Is it delicious?"

"..."

Yes, that's definitely an idea that aligns with Kalia's thought process.

Everything is geared towards whether it's edible, not anything else.

Roland sighed and then laughed: "Thanks, Kalia. It's true that having you around making a ruckus makes me feel much better."

"Forget about everything now."

"It's rare to have some free time... I hope His Majesty can postpone the ceremony in which he confers the title upon me for a few days."

"This time I'm planning a real getaway. The kind where I don't have to think about anything."

"Tsk... It was only then that I realized I had no idea where was fun."

"Could you ask Ms. Fram for me? She travels all over the world; she might be able to offer some valuable advice."

(End of this chapter)