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

Chapter 218 The Mysterious Woman in My Dream

time flies.

To Roland's satisfaction, no trouble occurred in the days that followed in Riskan.

He lived the peaceful life he had always wanted.

Although it was only a short three days.

On the morning of May 10, 1030.

When Roland arrived at the station with the three people and a cat to meet with Flam, who had disappeared for some time, he realized that he had underestimated Flam's hatred for the Blood Demon Prince.

The mithril chain, several meters long and as thick as a wrist, gleamed with traces of alchemical treatment and intricate runes.

With the help of the Rune King's Badge, Roland recognized the runes at a glance.

Although the types are diverse, their functions are consistent.

The magic is sealed, the body is bound, and the soul is imprisoned...

It's clear that Ms. Flam is really afraid that this guy will run away.

However, it's understandable, since without him, Lady Flam would have died from the Blood Demon Prince's bloodline secret technique.

But Roland really wanted to know what he planned to do with that bucket of holy water.
Holy water is no longer of any use to demons of the Blood Demon Prince's caliber.

This thing at most makes her feel uncomfortable.

Just like when a person smells a pungent odor.

It certainly wasn't that intense.

Surely Lady Flam couldn't have brought this huge tub, big enough to soak Kalia, just to soak that Blood Demon Prince in it, could she?
That's really disgusting.

This is holy water! To the Blood Demon, it smells and feels no different from excrement.

Putting that Blood Demon Prince in there is like throwing him into a cesspool!
That's so disgusting!

But he likes it.

Roland rubbed his hands together excitedly.

If Ms. Fram doesn't intend to do it, he will try to persuade her to do so.

The train journey was unremarkable.

Even the most boisterous Kalia stayed quietly in her private room reading, without bothering Roland.

After all, after several trips on the magic train, Kalia's curiosity about this thing had dissipated.

The initial excitement has faded.

But this is good too. It's rare to have some peace and quiet.

Roland sat in the private box and then took out the gray spear.

He had taken it out to look at it when he was still in Switzerland.

It looked like a plain, unremarkable spear, entirely iron-gray in color.

The only noteworthy feature is that its spearhead is longer than that of a regular spear, by about a third.

It's the kind of mediocre spear that you could leave in a blacksmith's shop and not necessarily have any adventurers buying.

But Roland has already proven its sturdiness.

He struck the spear with the sword of silence.

Neither the metallic spearhead nor the spear shaft of unknown material left a trace under Roland's full-force swing with the Sword of Silence.

It was as if the chopping had never happened.

Roland also showed the Demon King the spear.

After all, Roland could guess from his previous words that the Demon King might have established a connection with Death.

Perhaps he knows something.

But to the remnant soul of the Demon King, it was just an ordinary spear.

Just as the system description says, it's good for nothing except being sturdy.

But perhaps this is also an advantage.

Roland put away his spear, then removed the gauntlet containing the remnant soul of the Demon King and placed it on the table in the private room. He then lay down on the bed to take a nap.

Once I wake up, we'll be almost at the capital.

Roland sighed at the thought of having to meet Salah III with Iluvia once they arrived in the capital.

Hopefully, these peaceful days can last a little longer.

He still misses those days very much.

With these thoughts in mind, Roland drifted off to sleep.

……

"This is?"

After an unknown amount of time, Roland opened his eyes in the dream.

The surroundings were gloomy, but I was fully conscious.

Another lucid dream.

Ever since his last trek through the snowy plains, Roland had developed a great curiosity about these kinds of dreams.

He had a vague feeling that these dreams were unusual, perhaps hiding some secret.

Unfortunately, he never had that dream again.

He initially thought it was just a coincidence, an ordinary dream, and that he was probably overthinking it.

But now it seems that this may not be the case.

Because this scene... looked somewhat familiar to him.

It could even be described as somewhat terrifying.

The surroundings were not entirely gray, but only black and white.

I became the version of myself I was when I was a child.

The scene is my old house in Riskan.

Old Lancelot smiled happily, holding a cake with candles in his hands, and was placing the cake on the table.

A simple banner was unfurled by a neighbor who came to help; it simply read, "Happy 8th Birthday, Roland!"

Roland looked down and saw a date written on the newspaper on the table, which was about to be covered by the cake that old Lancelot was about to put down.

May 28, 1008

Roland was startled.

He suddenly looked around, as if searching for something.

He found it.

In the corner, a girl with an expressionless face stood quietly in the corner of the kitchen, watching everything that was happening in the room, seemingly indifferent to everything.

The expression on her face was less indifferent and more like a blank stare, a result of her lack of emotion.

At that moment, she also saw the gaze that Roland had cast at her.

Their gazes met at that moment.

"what……"

Roland seemed to hear a slightly surprised echo from the other party, and the next moment he came to his senses.

Almost instantly, Roland sat up.

The commotion was so great that it even woke up the remnant soul of the Demon King, who had originally planned to meditate and rest for a while.

"Weren't you asleep? You woke up after only half an hour?"

"Did you have a nightmare?"

Roland nodded: "It was a nightmare..."

"Oh, so you're the kind of person who gets woken up by nightmares?"

Roland shook his head: "It's less like being startled awake... more like being passively awakened... Do you know anything about dreams?"

"Dreams? Haha, you overestimate me. Ever since the Age of Gods, no one has dared to claim they can understand dreams."

The Demon King's remnant soul laughed: "That's a very profound realm, a realm that combines spirit and soul. Using it is not a problem; there's never a shortage of mages skilled in dream-based spells."

"But if we're talking about understanding, I'm afraid no one can truly say they understand."

"All dream magic spells to date are basically derived from the continuous variations and deterioration of the few spells passed down from the Age of Gods."

"Even if I could divide my soul into a dozen parts, I wouldn't dare say I understand the essence of dreams."

"Is that so..." Roland sighed. It seemed that the Demon King was out of the question.

Oh right... I still have that big green ball.

The gift from the World Tree contains a treasure trove of magical knowledge that may encompass all of the world's magical knowledge.

After using it for the first time, Roland put it away and put it away.

At that time, Roland's mental strength was only slightly stronger than that of an ordinary person, and he was almost overwhelmed by the knowledge within it after using it once.

But now... with his mental strength advancing by leaps and bounds due to his innate magical abilities, he might be able to find some answers from this green sphere according to his own wishes.

With a thought, Roland drew out the large green sphere stored in his consciousness, or rather, the knowledge gathered by the Elven race's unique magic—the Mind Control Technique.

Upon seeing the green sphere, even the remnant soul of the Demon King was somewhat surprised.

He knew this thing existed.

It's just that Roland rarely takes it out.

I've never even seen this kid use it.

"Are you planning to find the answer here?"

"Hmm... Try to find some connections between dreams and memories."

The remnant soul of the Demon King asked curiously, "What exactly did you dream about just now?"

"...Do you remember what I said? In that instant of cognitive interference, a non-existent memory appeared in my mind."

"But now it seems that perhaps it wasn't a non-existent memory..."

"I just saw... a woman in my dream."

The Demon King's remnant soul teased, "You're still not satisfied? You already have three by your side, and you're still dreaming about women?"

"Hey, let's get down to business." Roland interrupted the Demon King with a dark face, and then said, "I woke up just because I made eye contact with this woman."

"I feel... that she also has a sense of self in my dreams."

"I want to confirm whether this is part of my memory or an intrusion into my dream."

The Demon King's remnant soul's tone turned serious: "If it's really as you say, then it must have been invaded, otherwise it's impossible for it to have self-awareness."

"But it's strange... Logically speaking, this kind of attack shouldn't have any effect on you, who are protected by the World Tree."

Roland sighed; "The reason I want to do this, instead of dwelling on the World Tree, is because... in that non-existent memory, there was also such a woman."

"She remained standing in the corner, silent, watching the others in the room."

"However, the difference is that her face in my memory is blurry, I can't see her features clearly, and I can't tell her age."

"But in the dream I just had... her face was incredibly clear."

"I'm just wondering if this is a continuation of that memory, or just a dream."

The remnant soul of the Demon King flew onto Roland's shoulder, then patted Roland on the shoulder and said, "My suggestion is to take this ball back."

"The Elven race's mind-control technique is indeed a good way to quickly memorize knowledge."

"But there is a prerequisite for using this spell: emotional stability."

"Those elves are mostly emotionless, so they can use this spell without restraint."

"But you are different, especially since your emotions are fluctuating so intensely right now."

"If you really want to use it, wait until you've calmed down."

"Now, take a good rest and calm down."

"Furthermore... according to what you said, even if she is an entity that invades your dreams, at least for now, I don't see any malice in her."

"However, if there were any malicious intent, they would have been eliminated by the World Tree long ago, and you wouldn't have seen them."

"So there's no need to worry about that much for now."

"If you're really worried, then don't sleep. With your abilities, even if you don't sleep for seven or eight days, it won't affect your physical condition."

(End of this chapter)