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

Chapter 211: Only a Temporary Escape from Death
After agreeing on the time to meet in the afternoon, Roland saw Götze and Max off and then turned to invite Iluvia and Celinina to have dinner together.

But as soon as he turned around, he bumped into Furam, who seemed to have been standing behind him for a long time.

The other person was looking at him with amusement.

Her feet were also tiptoeing.

He appeared extremely excited.

Roland looked down at Fram and asked, "Ms. Fram... you seem to be in a good mood today. Is something good happening?"

Furam's lips curled up: "You little rascal, you're pretending to be ignorant when you know the truth."

"By the way, did Leah tell you about the trip?"

Roland ignored the strangeness about Flam and replied, "Ah, I already said... we're going to deal with that Blood Demon Prince, right?"

"I'll help, but could you tell me your destination first?"

Frum nodded: "Of course, no problem, this guy is in Isfar."

"...Isfar?"

Roland paused for a moment after hearing the name.

This place name has been coming up in his head quite frequently lately.

Not to mention that as the most important fortress in the northern border of the empire, and as one of the border cities connecting the empire to the federation of nations, it is undoubtedly one of the most prosperous cities in the north of the empire.

To be honest, although Roland had heard the name many times, he really didn't know much about the city.

Or rather, Roland, who spent most of his life in Switzerland, knew little about other cities except through books, magazines, and newspapers.

At most, a few stories told by sailors and merchants will be added, and that will be all.

If we set aside the Iris incident, Roland's last impression of Isfar was that he had mentioned it briefly in the newspaper a few months ago.

The area has recently experienced rare blizzards and massive hordes of monsters attacking the fortress.

However, due to Salah III's deliberate deployment of military experts, there are a total of three ninth-ring legendary experts in Isfar and the surrounding towns.

In addition, the fortress itself was built based on the needs of war, to defend against the demon race, and also to defend against the increasingly unstable federation of nations in recent decades.

So apart from the weather causing some traffic inconvenience, the attacks by the monster hordes were actually insignificant.

But if Roland remembered correctly, Isfar had been under martial law since October, the month he first saw that newspaper.

Strict entry and exit requirements.

To date, no specific report on the lifting of restrictions has been seen.

However, if I were to go myself, I wouldn't need to worry about these things.

However, the location of the Blood Demon Prince's seclusion surprised him somewhat.

The empire, which occupies almost the entire southern continent, has countless prosperous and abundant cities, each with its own unique scenery.

But this traitorous demon, who played a crucial role at a key juncture in the Demon King's war, was actually willing to stay in Isfar, a border city that was inferior to inland and coastal metropolises in terms of both livability and prosperity.

This still surprised him somewhat.

Although Isfar is the northernmost point of the empire, in the context of the entire continent, Isfar is at most just past the north-south dividing line. Its living environment is certainly better than the harsh and cold demon realm where the demons originally lived.

Perhaps that great demon had his own ideas.

Well, whether to perform a ritual to send the Blood Demon Prince to the afterlife or simply give him a good beating is up to Flam to decide.

My job is simply to cast the World Tree's protection and seal the opponent's bloodline magic.

He was already quite adept at dealing with opponents who relied on a single skill or were not proficient in many spells.

No, simple magic shouldn't be too difficult for me to deal with, regardless of the opponent's rank.

Even if the opponent uses enhanced skills and engages in melee combat... Luo is not without enhanced skills as well.

Moreover, once he advances to the seventh ring... he will be able to directly activate the protection, instead of having to rely on the Great Source Will to operate it for him as it is now.

Roland still found it somewhat unacceptable to delegate the decision of when to activate a skill to other beings.

"What, are you not satisfied with the destination?"

"No, after all, it's a city I've never been to before, so it's good to broaden my horizons."

Just as Roland finished speaking, footsteps sounded outside the door.

Federic, the commander of the Imperial Guard, walked in carrying a stack of documents.

"Your Excellency Roland, it's a good thing you haven't left yet. This is all the useful intelligence we could find."

"The association has provided us with a lot of help."

"There is still some information being sifted through, and we expect to get all the motivation sorted out before you leave Riskan."

Roland was somewhat surprised: "Wow, that's fast... You've collected them all so quickly?"

"It's all thanks to the help of the association; their knowledge base system has saved us a lot of trouble."

Roland nodded, chatted with Federico for a few moments, and then saw off the expressionless commander of the Imperial Guard.

Then he looked down at the thick stack of file folders in his hand.

This time, instead of opening it immediately, he put it into his storage ring.

He said he needed to rest for a few days.

...Lunchtime ended quickly.

After watching Iluvia and Cellina leave, and after Flam followed Suren to the Papacy, Roland turned and headed toward the Riscan branch of the Society.

Come to think of it, it's been a long time since I've walked the streets alone like this.

What used to be taken for granted as a daily routine became strange after just one month.

Roland sighed and shook his neck.

Only then did he see a jet-black gauntlet slowly flying towards him from the corner.

Roland quickly stepped aside to block the half-suspended gauntlet: "Why are you here?"

"Heh, kid, I flew far away for you last night."

"How was your experience last night?"

The remnant soul of the Demon King spoke softly, then naturally draped itself around Roland's waist.

Roland's time alone is over.

Roland sighed.

To be honest, he actually forgot about this guy for the time being.

Perhaps it's because this guy doesn't talk most of the time, just like a simple gauntlet.

Even after struggling to escape Kalia's shadow this morning, he didn't immediately think of her.

Where were you last night?

The Demon King's remnant soul laughed and retorted, "Worried that I'd peek? I'm not that kind of person. I just flew to the beach to enjoy the sea breeze, but I was still careless. It was late at night when I came out, so it's not strange for a black gauntlet to be flying in the sky."

"But when I came back this morning... to be honest, it was quite difficult to avoid attracting the attention of ordinary people."

"I can't even see the road; I can only rely on the magical connection between us to determine the route."

"After sensing that you were heading this way, I flew here to wait for you at the alley entrance."

No wonder I didn't see this guy this morning...

"So, kid, how was your impression last night? Isn't this the kind of thing you humans love to do?"

"What kind of creatures do you think humans are..." Roland complained, while refusing to answer the Demon King's question.

The Demon King wisely refrained from asking further questions and instead changed the subject: "Why are you walking alone on the street? What are you planning to do?"

"It's someone from the academy. A great sage said he wanted to talk to me about something."

"A great sage? What's his name? I might even know him."

Roland was somewhat helpless at the Demon King's remnant soul's words: "Hey, the academy is full of humans, they can't live that long. Even the great sage who was born in the year you died should be dead by now."

"Tsk tsk, you still don't have a deep enough understanding of the Society."

"Those crazy humans who learned it are best at modifying themselves."

"To modify limbs, body, and even brain, and not even retain the brain, but instead put the soul into a mechanical body that one creates."

"Even the lich was once curious about the technology of these humans."

"The human body has a predetermined lifespan that cannot be defied, but the soul is not necessarily... Although it also decays, it can still extend its lifespan considerably compared to the body."

"So, maybe the person you're talking to is someone I know?"

Roland shook his head: "I don't think so. The other person is very young. He doesn't even look much older than me."

"Then it's more likely an old monster. Do you really believe that someone who's only a few years older than you can hold onto the position of the Great Sage of the Academy?"

"Don't be so naive, kid."

Roland sighed; he knew the Demon King was determined to take him on.

If I don't tell him his name, this guy will probably keep arguing.

"Erebus, have you ever heard of that name?"

"……No."

"..."

So all your talk was just nonsense...

Roland didn't voice his complaint, but instead continued walking toward the school with his head down.

"Alright, I don't mind bringing you to the meeting, and I don't think Chairman Götze would mind either, but you'd better behave yourself then. Your existence can't be kept secret any longer."

"If someone really wants to do something to you, I can't guarantee anything."

The Demon King's remnant soul chuckled: "It doesn't matter. I was just a remnant soul that survived by sheer luck. If I hadn't been unwilling to accept defeat... I wouldn't have activated the functions of those prototype machines to split and store my soul."

"On another note, if the contents of your father's letter that the human named Federic reconstructed that day are true, then you and I are just temporarily escaping the shadow of death."

Upon hearing this, Roland asked, "You heard it that day too?"

"I've never left your body, I'm just not talking, why can't you hear me?"

"Heh, God of Death... In my opinion, this is what a god should be like. I really hope that those hypocritical gods can learn from Him. At least He took that disaster seriously. He was just... powerless to intervene."

"Tsk, it's always like this, a memory just pops up out of the way..."

(End of this chapter)