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

Chapter 221 Is this the support you were talking about?

"Hmm... = w ="

"Is this why you invited so many people to crammed into my room?"

"Give me a break and know my place..."

Although Flam's tone remained calm, conveying a sense of indifference and resignation.

Kalia, who was most familiar with Flam, could tell that Flam was a little unhappy.

Well, anyone wouldn't be happy if a bunch of people suddenly barged into their room.

Roland shrugged: "Ms. Flam, I've already told you about Isfar's situation."

"That place isn't safe right now. Aren't you planning to settle scores with someone? Listen carefully to what I have to say about the precautions."

Fram remained expressionless as she quietly watched Roland.

After a long while, she sighed with some emotion: "Sigh, where did the Roland who was respectful and polite to his elders go?"

"Besides, that guy doesn't live in Isfar's main city. The anomaly in the main city won't stop me from getting my revenge on her..."

"Fine, go ahead and tell me."

Frum sighed, then lay down on her side on the bed in the private room, resting her head on Kalia's lap, who was also sitting on the edge of the bed.

Roland looked around and then began to explain his plan.

Well, it's not really a plan. Roland doesn't know how to proceed yet.

He didn't have any detailed plans before meeting with the support sent by the Society.

After reiterating the security concerns, everyone except Roland and Fram had to stay in the satellite city until the situation in the main city was thoroughly investigated.

And Roland also relayed Salah III's reminder.

Do not easily trust any locals or local officials; the only people you can trust are the staff of the Hatter's branch.

Roland finished speaking very quickly.

After listening to the whole thing, Flam yawned: "Haaah, in the end, it's still the same old reminder over and over again..."

"But you said not to trust anyone?"

"Salah's warning?"

Roland nodded: "Yes. It seems His Majesty still hasn't explained all the anomalies to us."

"However... this time, perhaps he doesn't want some unverified information to influence my judgment."

Frum raised an eyebrow: "Oh? That's what you think?"

"It's probably more of an intuition. When you're in an unfamiliar place, it's always good to be cautious." Roland smiled. "Then I won't disturb your rest any longer."

As soon as she finished speaking, everyone except Kalia left Flam's room.

Kalia wanted to leave as well, but Flam stopped her.

This annoyed Kalia, who had originally planned to go visit Roland: "Hey, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"Yes, there is." Flam nodded seriously.

Seeing Flam's serious expression, Kalia also put away her impatience.

Judging from Frum's appearance, she must have something important to say.

“Lia…” Flam hesitated, then glanced at the gem necklace around Kalia’s neck before speaking: “I know you can control your abilities very well now.”

"But I'm still a little worried."

"When I originally planned to bring you to Isfar, I had no idea that this would happen."

Kalia paused for a moment, then laughed, and poked Flam's face, who was still lying on her lap, with her finger: "Okay, I know what I'm doing... and you really don't need to worry about my abilities going out of control."

"It's hard for me to explain this change to you, and I know that no matter how I explain it, you won't be completely at ease."

"But I'll be careful. Didn't Roland say that as long as we don't enter the main city, there won't be any problems?"

"Ugh... Don't poke my face, Lydia, it hurts." Flam closed her eyes and helplessly raised her hand to grasp Kalia's fingers: "...I hope you can do as you said, Lydia. Don't go near anything that makes you feel strange or attracts you."

Kalia nodded: "Okay, I know! I'm not a child anymore!"

Frum remained silent, simply sitting up from Kalia's lap and standing in the box watching Kalia leave.

……

The following morning, after the magic train pulled into the station and came to a stop, Roland and his party disembarked one after another.

As soon as Roland got out of the car, he saw an acquaintance who surprised him.

Matthew.

That Aslan Intelligence Society branch produced a researcher who created a transformable Gundam.

Her short red hair and height, which was almost as tall as Flam's, made her very easy to spot in a crowd.

However, the uniform the other person was wearing at the moment seemed somewhat unusual.

When Roland saw Mash, Mash, who had been leaning against a pillar on the platform with her hands in her pockets, also saw Roland.

"You've finally arrived... I've been waiting for you for two days. That great sage is really something, I told him you wouldn't arrive in Isfar this quickly if you came by magic train, but he still insisted that I take the people and equipment directly through the teleportation array..."

"Alright, let's not chatter anymore. As for accommodations, a strange woman who calls herself the Hatter has already arranged them. I'll take you there."

"The Society has also received the Imperial Secrets' request for assistance in the investigation, and it is expected that we will cooperate in the future."

"Hey... I'm talking to you, can't you respond at all?"

Mashu walked up to Roland and looked up at him.

Roland frowned slightly and lowered his head to examine Mash carefully.

This slightly scrutinizing gaze made Mashu, who had been quite confident, a little flustered.

"W-what are you doing?"

"It's nothing... May I ask if you are Mash, the researcher from the Athrun branch?"

"...Hey, why are you talking like that? You asked me to help you find information just a few days ago."

Mashu punched Roland in annoyance, but unfortunately Roland dodged it.

“It was just an accident.” Roland looked at Mash, then fell into deep thought: “You wouldn’t happen to be the helper Erebus was talking about, would you?”

"It's me. You seem quite disappointed."

"I'm really disappointed. The great sage said he took these kinds of situations very seriously, but when I asked him for help, he sent me a researcher from a branch office?"

Upon hearing this, Mashu clenched her fists and jumped up to try to attack Roland, but Roland reached out and blocked her head, preventing her from getting any closer.

"Aaaaaah! Are you looking down on me?! I'll be transferred to the headquarters right after the New Year, okay?!"

After listening to Mashu's excuses, Roland sighed, "A researcher who just joined the General Association doesn't seem to care much about her."

"Hmph! I joined the guild based on my research and inventions!" Mashu stopped her attack and said, "Although this invention is inseparable from your suggestion."

"Barron and I collaborated to create a single-soldier combat mech that maintains a height between 3 and 4 meters."

"Even the most basic model can give the wearer destructive power comparable to a fifth-circle mage and defensive power far exceeding that of a fifth-circle warrior."

"If we are willing to modify it and spare no expense, based on the performance of the experimental model that is still in the laboratory, it is already approaching the prototype of the Demon King's Hand that appeared in Blackthorn Territory!"

These words did indeed surprise Roland. The remnant soul of the Demon King within his consciousness let out a disdainful snort, as if to say, "Roland, if you believe this, I'll laugh at you for the rest of my life."

Roland didn't offer any opinion on the research, but simply asked, "I see... So, as an assistant, how can you help me?"

"Tch, you're only remembering the important matter now? It can't be explained in a few words. Bring your ladies and come with me."

Led by Mashu, the grumpy little tomato, the group boarded several carriages that had been waiting outside the station and then drove to the other end of the street.

Roland observed the satellite city through the carriage window.

This was his first time setting foot on the land of northern China.

This satellite city is far superior to the main city of Blackthorn Territory in both size and urban development standards.

Even on a cold winter morning in the north, the roads here are always bustling with pedestrians and vendors.

The atmosphere was so lively and bustling that Roland didn't sense the slightest tension from them.

It was as if the anomalies in the main city and the blockade of Isfar had no impact on their lives.

Contrary to Roland's preconceived notions of a lifeless atmosphere, the place was instead teeming with life and vibrant with all things thriving.

This might be a good omen.

As Roland thought this, the tense expression on his face relaxed a little.

Although still puzzled as to why Mash was chosen as the assistant to learn the skill, Roland thought that the great sage must have had his own reasons.

The group soon arrived in a horse-drawn carriage in front of a three-story brick building.

There are no other buildings within hundreds of meters of the building; it stands alone in the middle of a large flat area.

Only a continuous stretch of barbed wire and walls stood around it.

It's more like a prison than a building.

A group of people got off the carriage, and a woman dressed very conservatively walked out of the gate.

Roland looked him over.

He was tall and slender, but even though he was covered up completely, you could still feel the hidden power emanating from him.

On her back was a black longbow that was almost as tall as her.

Even with her face tanned dark, her striking features were still clearly visible.

"You've finally arrived. You're Salah's son-in-law?"

"I hope you can really help."

"Sorry, I got carried away with talking to myself. My name is Amy, and as you can see, I'm the head of this hatter's branch."

Roland smiled politely, then extended his hand to shake the hand offered by the other woman: "It's a pleasure to meet Miss Amy. My name is Roland."

"This is Ms. Fram..."

Roland was about to introduce Floram, a powerful combatant, when he was interrupted by Amya.

“Hey, no need to introduce her, we’re acquaintances.” Amya laughed and picked up Flam from the ground. “It’s been so many years, and you’re still the same height. That’s amazing. Is it possible that elves really have such a long growth cycle?”

Fram: "[○｀Д○]"

"Alright, alright, just kidding." Amy awkwardly put the furious Flam back on the ground, then turned and walked inside. "Let's go inside and talk. Although it looks like a prison, it was actually converted from a prison, so don't be surprised."

After Amy walked inside, Mash came to Roland's side and complained, "How about it? This guy is really weird, isn't he? In terms of personality."

"Hmm...it feels a bit too...carefree."

"You really know how to choose words."

Roland smiled and then led everyone inside.

The same goes for Flam.

Although he appeared angry, Roland could sense that the two were indeed acquaintances.

And they weren't just ordinary acquaintances.

The fact that this direct greeting, which directly hits the sore spot of height, didn't make Ms. Flam curse her out on the spot proves that the two are indeed acquaintances.

"Ms. Flam, who is this Miss Amya?"

"...You little brat, calling me 'madam' and her 'miss'? Does she look younger than me?"

“This is clearly not a matter of appearance, Ms. Flam. Compared to other humans, I am already making you sound very young by calling you ‘Ms.’”

"Want to die, kid?"

"just kidding."

Fram had originally intended to use a minor spell to teach Roland a lesson.

But when she thought of Roland's various skills, she gave up on the idea.

"Do you think Amya is young? This guy is a hybrid... a human-demon hybrid. He's over three hundred years old now."

Frum sighed as she spoke, "We encountered a lot of trouble on the way to defeat the Demon King, and she was the one who solved it on several occasions."

That's how we met.

"Don't let her appearance fool you, she is actually a warrior of the ninth-ring legendary rank."

"I used to be the leader of that kid Salah's adventure team."

"Later, after Salah went back to become emperor, she also gave up her life as an adventurer and stayed in her hometown of Isfar, where she lived off the emperor's salary."

"However, according to that kid Salah, apart from routine intelligence transmission and monitoring, Amya completely ignores his orders."

"We can only try to persuade them to come."

As she spoke, Furam sighed, "But it seems that the situation is indeed quite serious this time. This guy, who is used to taking advantage of trouble and who always works sporadically, has actually become quite motivated."

The group quickly entered the building.

However, Amya did not lead the group to any room, but went directly to the underground.

The building is much larger than I thought.

The buildings above ground are just the tip of the iceberg; the huge space beneath the ground, spanning five levels, is the true face of this branch.

Iluvia also complained, "It's clearly a branch, but in terms of area alone, it's bigger than the headquarters in the capital."

Amya naturally heard Iluvia's complaint and explained with a smile, "After all, this is Isfar, land isn't worth much here."

"Besides, we didn't build this place ourselves; at most, we just renovated it."

"Before it was incorporated into the Empire by the Knight King, this place was a border fortress of the Kingdom of Platia in the Federation of Nations."

"Back then, in order to resist the Demon King's army, they built many underground fortifications for civilians to take refuge and for secret research."

"This place used to be a secret laboratory of the Kingdom of Platia..."

Amy fell silent as she spoke, and the smile on her face faded for a moment, as if she were recalling something from the past.

After a long pause, he patted the wall next to him and said, "But that's all in the past. This is our territory now, even though we've only done a simple renovation of this abandoned laboratory."

"Alright, let's go check out the secret weapon that the researchers from the association brought."

(End of this chapter)