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

Chapter 207 Humans have two basic desires, and I am already full.

Time passes.

As the deep blue of twilight completely replaced the afterglow of the setting sun, the Governor's Mansion began to light up.

A small banquet was held inside the Governor's Mansion.

Everyone involved in the mission received an invitation.

Even if they were just ordinary city defense soldiers before, they could attend this banquet tonight with their colonel commander.

Except for a few seriously wounded soldiers who were unable to get out of bed, all the other city defense troops who participated in the operation arrived at the scene.

Of course, Colonel Odmeyer paid for the banquet for those who couldn't come, and they would be given a separate banquet once they recovered from their injuries.

As for the association...

Everyone who could come, did.

To be honest, these scholars who spend most of their lives at sea have completely lost the stereotypical image of scholars.

At the banquet, they behaved like a bunch of rough and uncouth sailors.

Especially since there are a large number of guests at tonight's banquet, the chefs have chosen to present it as a buffet for the convenience of the diners.

Then there is no more.

The soldiers and sailors were fighting over the issue almost instantly.

Odmeyer wanted to stop it, but he was powerless to do so.

The same applies to Götze. You can't expect a wounded soldier on crutches to do anything.

However, Götze's purpose in stopping them might be for other reasons.

Because he couldn't compete with others.

In short, the banquet quickly became noisy and chaotic.

The Vatican delegation, who had dressed in formal attire to attend the banquet, seemed somewhat out of place.

Firstly, their attire was too formal.

Secondly... wearing such clothes, they wouldn't be able to easily steal food.

Fortunately, the chefs and waiters did not neglect these people after realizing that the situation was getting out of control.

Instead, they quickly prepared other food and served it to the judges in portions.

Suren ate his food listlessly.

Looking around, none of the guys I was interested in were there.

Roland, Kalia, Iluvia, and even Cellina and Nash—these guys really only showed up briefly, said a few polite words, and then disappeared.

Only Ms. Flam... she was sitting in a corner seat, holding her holy water bucket, with a plate of dessert beside her, quietly flipping through the book in her hands, occasionally jotting something down in her notebook.

Although this guy was there, he didn't look like he was there to attend the banquet at all.

It’s weird.

No matter what, Miss Kalia shouldn't be absent from this occasion, right?
After all, it's her favorite food, isn't it? Especially delicious food.

Although the banquet nowadays... well, it's less like a noble banquet that would take place in a castle and more like a tavern party.

But it still feels pretty good.

The food is especially delicious.

Even the non-meat dishes that the city garrison soldiers and society members deliberately skipped were quite delicious and suited her taste perfectly.

Even the most delicious food can feel a bit dull at a relaxed and harmonious banquet without the warmth of familiar faces.

She also wanted to see how Iluvia and Kalia would react to Cellina's escape.

It's a pity, it seems we won't be able to see it.

These two don't seem to be aware of this yet.

Or perhaps... they noticed it, but didn't want to pay much attention to it.

Suren sighed softly and began planning her return route.

Within the empire, things are alright; there's a well-developed magic train network.

However, once outside the Hearst Empire, there was still some distance to go before reaching the Papal City.

Sometimes she still envied the fact that the Academy was able to maintain a good cooperative relationship with the Empire, and even allowed it to establish a "state within a state" the size of a city-state within its territory.

However, the reason this can be achieved is probably because of the principle of non-interference that has always been followed... The old fogies in the Vatican would never be able to reach a similar agreement.

This empire, founded by that knight king, is far superior to any of the northern nations.

Suren sighed at the thought of the inevitable long journey ahead.

Take a boat to Isfar, then transfer to a magic train to the western border, and after crossing the border, transfer to a horse-drawn carriage...

Just thinking about it is a headache-inducing route.

Let's skip the carriage part... I always feel like these people would be faster if they ran.

……

An evening breeze swept across the terrace of the Governor's Palace.

Roland leaned on the balcony railing, looked up at the moonlight in the sky.

Although he said it was okay, Roland still wanted to find a quiet place to calm down as the banquet gradually became noisy.

Even though he hasn't eaten anything right now.

Clearly, the various questions and anomalies that have been appearing before him in recent days have left him somewhat exhausted.

He longed to let go of all these things, to simply lie down anywhere, and spend some time doing nothing.

Or perhaps he could go to a scenic spot to relax—just like he had told Kalia before.

However, after leaving the banquet hall, this guy mysteriously walked away.

Iluvia too.

And Cellina and Nash... neither of them participated much in the banquet either. Although Nash seemed to be forced to stay and eat something, she was still dragged away by Cellina.

In short, all the noisy people who used to surround me are now gone.

"Hey~~~ Troubled, young human? Need an elder's help?"

Okay, there's one left.

Roland turned his head to look at the Demon King, who had somehow flown to his side: "I thought you had entered some kind of special standby state again. After all, you haven't said a word since Kalia absorbed the power."

"Heh, I just didn't want to disturb you two lovebirds, so I took a nap." The Demon King manipulated his gauntlets to float up in front of Roland: "What, still thinking about your bizarre background?"

"...What do you think? Most people would think twice about this kind of thing, right? It's not something that can be put down in a few words."

Roland sighed, then leaned forward and rested his body on the railing of the terrace: "That's why I sneaked out here to cool off and calm down."

"To be honest, it worked quite well. Before you came out, I had almost fully adjusted myself."

The Demon King's remnant soul chuckled: "Come on, kid, what kind of lies are you telling me? Don't you want me to worry? Hahahaha!!! If that's the case, then it's definitely one of the funniest things in the world!"

"A human actually lied to the Demon King out of concern that he might overthink things! Hahahaha!"

Laughing, the Demon King patted Roland heavily on the shoulder with his gauntlet: "Alright, kid, stop thinking about nonsense. What you need to do now is fill your stomach and then find a girl next to you to sleep with."

"If you'd like, you can have a few together."

"Trust me, they won't refuse." "And after you do this, you definitely won't think about those messy things for a while."

"Don't worry, I'll fly out of the room then."

Roland was silent for a moment, then threw a spell counterattack modified onto the Demon King's gauntlet.

The remnant soul of the Demon King, who needed to use magic to control the gauntlets throughout the process, suddenly fell to the ground, and even the black light on the gauntlets dimmed.

It took about ten seconds for it to float up again.

The Demon King's tone turned serious: "Is this the right thing to do?"

"Don't humans value respecting the elderly and caring for the young?"

"You actually tried to deceive me, to launch a sneak attack! How can this be acceptable for an old comrade who is over four thousand years old? This is not acceptable."

"Don't make that kind of clever mistake again!"

"I was originally planning to modify a prototype of the Demon King's Hand and make it into a suit of armor for you."

"If you keep doing this, I might change my mind."

Roland sighed: "Mr. Demon King, empty promises are no longer in vogue... Besides, I did consider what you just did once."

"Oh? So when are you planning to do it?"

"...Let's do it one at a time."

"?"

Roland laughed when he saw the floating gauntlet pause for a moment, then laughed too: "Alright, alright, I feel much better after you joked around with me like this."

"But... do you know about the Golden Apple? You've lived a long time, have you ever heard any legends about it?"

Upon hearing this, the remnant soul of the Demon King paused for a moment, then asked, "Golden Apple? No... at least not in the memories of this remnant soul."

"At least among the demons, there is no record of a legend about a golden apple, unless it has some special function and has appeared in the territory of the demons."

"Also, I want to tell you something: don't assume I know everything."

"Even if I live a long time, it doesn't mean I know all the legends."

"The history of this world is not short."

"Even humans have existed for a much longer time than you can imagine."

"At least according to the records of the demon race, in the distant past, humans once established a magnificent kingdom on the continent. It almost occupied the entire continent."

"However, this great empire did not exist for long. After the king who founded it died, the empire fell apart."

"After that, humanity entered the city-state era, until the end of the Age of Gods, when the successor of that ancient king established another empire on the ruins of the ancient empire."

"Its area is where the Federation of Nations is located today."

"To be precise, the Federation of Nations originated from the division of that ancient empire."

"And this southern continent where you are, before that Knight King rose to power, was a more chaotic place than the Federation of Nations it is today."

“Countless duchies, kingdoms, and independent city-states of all sizes are scattered throughout the land.”

"Its power is so complex that even the emperor who unified the human kingdoms of the North never considered sending his army to set foot here, because the cost of reclaiming this place was far too high..."

Listening to the Demon King's story, Roland laughed: "I never expected there to be such a historical story... This is not recorded in the Empire's history books."

"Hehe, you said it yourself, it's in the imperial history books... You should go to more authoritative and impartial places to learn about history, such as the Society for the Study of Reliable History."

As soon as the Demon King finished speaking, as if sensing something, he quickly flew down from the terrace and hid himself.

Roland was still wondering what the Demon King was planning to do when he heard a familiar voice behind him.

"Found you! What are you doing hiding here?"

Roland turned around and saw Iluvia leaning against the door frame, looking at him.

She was dressed the same way he had when he first met her after disembarking.

Her light chestnut hair, which had been pinned up and placed behind her head, was now draped over her shoulders, reflecting a beautiful sheen in the moonlight.

Her deep purple eyes calmly looked at Roland, a slight smile playing on her lips as she awaited his reply.

"I... just want to find a quiet place."

Roland stepped aside, and Iluvia walked to his side as if on cue, placing her hands on the railing and looking up at the moonlight.

"The scenery here is surprisingly nice. You really know how to find places."

"Something on your mind again? What's it about this time?"

Hearing Iluvia's words, Roland chuckled in surprise: "Didn't Mr. Delan tell you?"

"Well... this guy was planning to talk to me about something, but I was busy preparing for the banquet that evening and some things for the tripartite meeting tomorrow, so I told him to talk to me later."

After saying that, Iluvia sighed, "Sigh, I just didn't expect to be so busy that the banquet would start."

"Thank you for your hard work, Iluvia."

Hearing Roland's words, Iluvia frowned unhappily: "How dare you say that... He's clearly my fiancé, yet you haven't offered to help at all."

"Ahaha... um..." Roland, feeling a little embarrassed, tried to change the subject, but before he could explain, Iluvia put her index finger on his lips.

"Shh! Don't change the subject... Roland, since Leah isn't here, can you listen to what's on my mind?"

Roland gave a wry smile: "It's not going to be another apology or something, is it? I've said it so many times already, about the matter in the capital..."

“No, that’s not it.” Iluvia laughed too. “I’m not going to say anything more about something we’ve already moved on from.”

"I just feel a little unwilling."

"call……"

"Honestly... I finally got a chance to talk to someone alone."

Iluvia sighed and looked at Roland with a wry smile: "But now that I'm in front of you, I can't bring myself to say it."

"The words are stuck in my throat... I can't say them... It's always like this."

"I'm afraid of putting you in a difficult position, afraid of making you dislike me, afraid of affecting our relationship..."

"I'm not frank enough, but I'm just afraid of saying the wrong thing."

"I really just want to be with you... forever... no matter what..."

As she spoke, Iluvia pursed her lips, ultimately refraining from uttering the last half of her sentence.

After taking a deep breath to calm herself down, Iluvia looked at Roland and forced a somewhat strained smile.

Before she could speak, Roland reached out and pulled Iluvia into his arms.

"Sigh... Sometimes I really wish you could trust me a little more, like Leah does."

"Do you think I'm the kind of scumbag who would betray a girl's sincere feelings?"

Iluvia nestled in Roland's arms and nodded silently.

Then she reached out and grabbed Roland's collar, and laughed: "Just kidding... I just hope I can be more important to you."

"So... it's reasonable for my fiancée to take the lead in some things, right?"

"Even... breaking a promise a little is perfectly reasonable, isn't it?"

What do you think, Roland? Am I right or wrong?

(End of this chapter)