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

Chapter 223 A Blood Demon Prince gently shattered
Led by his adjutant named Truk, Roland easily met the liaison officer who was currently the only one to have come out of the main city.

According to the adjutant who came to this ward, after receiving the order, the First Legion treated this as a mission that was always a matter of certain death.

At first, no one expected that the liaison officer would be able to leave the main city alive.

But clearly, this person was quite lucky, as he even met a ninth-ring expert from the military and recorded video footage of their conversation.

Clearly, aside from the communication disruptions and the inability to control things remotely using magic, the magical environment within the city was relatively normal.

At least the footage recorded within the city can still be brought out smoothly.

only……

The moment Roland stepped into the ward, his body began to glow green.

The sudden appearance of the World Tree's power gave Roland a sense of foreboding.

Roland reached out to stop his adjutant, his eyes slightly furrowed: "Wait... something's not right inside."

"Hold on."

As soon as he finished speaking, Roland unleashed the power of the World Tree with a wave of his hand.

The next moment, the two soldiers guarding the door collapsed to the ground, powerless.

"What! Envoy..."

"Calm down," Roland snapped, then enveloped the entire hospital in the power of the World Tree.

The phantom of the World Tree then enveloped the entire building, including everyone located near the hospital.

Soon, the soldiers fell one after another, and the adjutant looked out the window in horror at what was happening outside.

Roland then explained, "Clearly, the cognitive bias removal you did for this liaison officer was inadequate."

"Don't worry, they're just in a temporary coma because the pollution has been removed. They'll be fine after a short nap."

"By the way, after things are settled here, I think I'll have to postpone my meeting with the Legion Commander."

"Take me to the member of the association who is doing the pollution removal work for you."

Amy then said, "If you want to see him, I can help you call him over."

Roland turned around and smiled: "Then I'll leave it to you, Ms. Amy."

“No trouble at all, it’s nothing. This guy is still eating in the cafeteria right now.” Amy continued, “Communication magic still works here, I’ll just call him over.”

"Yes, please have him come directly here."

Roland did not dispel the phantom of the World Tree, even though this operation was extremely taxing on his magic power, his magic power was no different from that of an ordinary sixth-circle mage.

But for safety's sake, he still chose to do so and went into the ward.

After some hesitation, the adjutant Truk gritted his teeth and followed Roland into the ward.

Inside the ward, the liaison officer lay quietly on the bed, wearing a hospital gown and with his eyes closed.

Roland turned his head and asked, "Has he always been like this?"

"This is what it looks like after the exorcism ritual. When it first came out of the main city, it just looked a little tired."

Roland nodded, then stepped forward to observe the liaison officer.

The other party is not in good condition.

Roland could sense a strong aura of curse emanating from the other person.

But this curse felt somewhat unfamiliar.

This power did not come from the Whisperer of Eternity, but from another evil god.

This might be considered good news.

At least this time, it's rare to see our old friend, the Chaos Brotherhood, causing trouble.

The loss of two legendary ninth-ring members within a month must have been a significant blow to an organization that already needed to operate in secrecy.

If we don't involve the Whisperer of Eternal Silence, then what's going on this time?
Whether it's cognitive interference, cognitive pollution, or a curse, these all involve things in the realm of the divine.

Moreover, the sheer scale of this effect, coupled with its ability to corrupt the cognition of even a ninth-ring powerhouse, is clearly beyond the capabilities of demonic magic.

It's a pity the liaison officer hasn't woken up yet, otherwise I could have asked him some questions.

But just then, Roland suddenly felt a surge of magical energy.

He looked down and discovered that the liaison officer's body had undergone a horrific mutation!

His eyes, which had been closed, suddenly opened, and he let out a scream that was completely unlike anything a human could make.

The drastic changes to his limbs and body transformed this poor liaison officer into a fleshy monster over three meters tall within seconds.

But before the monster could roar, and before the adjutant behind it could draw his sword to fight, several light spears pierced through the monster's body.

The intense sunlight above instantly incinerated the flesh-and-blood monster into ashes.

Roland let out a long sigh: "It seems the talks will have to be postponed, Mr. Adjutant."

"Please convey my apologies. Also, please inform the Legion Commander of what you saw."

"I'm afraid I'll have to wait until I've finished taking care of Ms. Flam's personal matters before I'll have time to see him."

Lieutenant Truk nodded: "Yes, I understand, Your Excellency."

Roland continued, "Furthermore, no one in this hospital, including the doctors, nurses, other patients, and the soldiers guarding the entrance, should be allowed to leave this hospital."

"This matter is getting a bit complicated."

"It's even worse than what I saw at sea..."

Amya, standing at the door, no longer looked as relaxed as before, and instead became serious.

"Even he has undergone flesh and blood mutation... Is the pollution really that serious?"

"It seems the situation in the main city is not optimistic."

Roland did not answer that question, but instead asked, "Has that member of the society arrived?"

“I haven’t had a chance to tell him yet.” Amya shrugged and sighed, “I thought you two would chat for a while.”

"But for now, let's go back and talk, and grab something to eat while we're at it."

……

The Hatter Isfar branch building.

The rest of the people, who had been assigned accommodations on the top floor, gathered in the canteen.

After all, a long journey can be tiring, and a hearty breakfast can relieve a lot of fatigue.

However, only Kalia and Nash seemed to be enjoying their meals in the cafeteria.

The two, one human and one cat, were completely focused on eating rice.

If it weren't for the fact that turning into human form here would easily lead to him being mistaken for a demon and causing unnecessary trouble, Nash would have planned to eat in human form.

After all, eating in human form is more convenient, and the taste experience is also richer, which is better than that of a cat.

However, she is quite experienced as a cat, so there are no inconveniences for her when eating.

As for the others, they each had their own thoughts.

Iluvia ate her food haphazardly, wondering when Roland would return, whether she would be able to obtain any clues, and whether she would face any difficulties from the local military leaders in charge.

While wondering what exactly happened in Isfar's main city and what impact it would have.

His mind wasn't on eating at all.

Cellina, however, felt a sense of trepidation as she approached the North... even though it was still a considerable distance from her homeland. Seeing the familiar snowscape filled her with a touch of melancholy.

Finally, there's Flam.

This woman has already begun preparing spells to deal with the Blood Demon.

She's just waiting for Roland to come back, then she'll take him to his place and cause a ruckus!

Just thinking about what she was going to do later made Flam hum softly.

As for breakfast?

It's okay to skip this kind of food occasionally!
Just then, Roland and Amy walked in from the entrance of the cafeteria. After looking around, Amy looked at a tall man in the uniform of the Continental History Society who was holding a tray and lingering in front of the self-service food window.

"Wooden! Come here for a second."

The man, who was debating whether to continue eating, turned around at the sound of the voice: "Oh, are you calling me?"

"Yes, it's you. Come here."

Amy waved at him without any politeness, her brows furrowed with impatience.

"oh oh……"

Wooden paused for a moment, then put down the plate in his hand and walked over to Amy and Roland.

"Is there something you need, gentlemen?" Wooden asked, then looked at Roland.

He clearly knew who was in charge here.

Roland also spoke up: "I'd like to ask, were you the one who performed the cognitive decontamination removal for that liaison officer that day?"

“Ah, this? Yes, it was me.” Wooden then asked, “Is there some problem with the liaison officer?”

“Yes.” Roland nodded: “Not long ago, he underwent a flesh mutation.”

Upon hearing Roland's words, Wooden's expression changed drastically: "What!? This is impossible! I clearly performed the ritual according to the Society's requirements!"

"I arrived at this satellite city a few days early for this ceremony, even earlier than Mash and the others."

Roland sighed: "Calm down, Mr. Wooden, I just wanted to confirm whether your exorcism ritual for him was performed correctly."

"Now I can confirm that the means we have learned to prevent cognitive interference or cognitive pollution are insufficient to resolve the situation in the city."

"Alright, that's all. Also, if anyone from the First Legion comes looking for you recently, don't go with them. Stay here and don't move around."

Wooden was stunned when he heard this.

Although he was a seventh-ring transcendent, it was clear that his level of strength was not enough for him to ignore a well-organized legion.

"Lord Roland...may I ask why?"

"...Don't overthink it. Maybe I'm just overthinking it, but it's always better to be safe than sorry, right?"

After a long silence, Roland answered Wooden's question with a smile.

Then he walked toward Flam, who had been watching him eagerly.

“Ms. Flam, please be patient and let me finish my breakfast before I leave.”

Roland smiled helplessly, then looked at Iluvia and Cherlinina: "Same here. While Ms. Flam and I go to find that Blood Demon Prince, you two stay here and don't go anywhere else."

"If you absolutely have to go out... you must travel in a group."

"With the three of you together, it wouldn't be difficult for you to escape from a ninth-ring expert."

Cellina nodded: "I understand."

Iluvia nodded in agreement, but then added, "Be careful on your journey. After all, he is a legendary-level Blood Demon. Don't be careless."

Roland smiled and nodded, then looked at Kalia, who was still gorging herself, and asked, "Don't you have anything to say to me, Lia?"

"Hehe, no." Kalia swallowed the food in her mouth, then made a face at Roland: "Come back soon."

Roland shrugged helplessly: "I'll try my best."

After quickly grabbing a bite to eat for breakfast, Roland was excitedly pulled out of the canteen by Flam.

He wasn't even full.

Still somewhat resentful, Roland looked at Flam beside him, who was full of interest and even trembling slightly: "Hey, Ms. Flam, where are we going?"

"If we keep going, we'll reach the beach, right?"

"Hmph, it's the beach."

Fram then introduced Roland to the man: "That guy lives on an island."

"Thinking about it, it's quite normal. If the empire were in a sane mind, it wouldn't allow a legendary Blood Demon Prince to stay in a city, not even in the surrounding suburbs."

"Although I know this guy is an unambitious shut-in, others don't know that."

"It's normal to be wary of her."

"She herself is probably quite satisfied with this arrangement."

"After all, she doesn't really like crowded places... A small island not far from the mainland is just right for her personality."

As they spoke, the two arrived at a sea cliff.

Clearly, the coastlines in the North and Sweden are not much different.

Apart from a few insignificant ice floes floating on the churning sea and the incessant snow falling from the sky, this place is not much different from Riskan.

Fram observed the sea for a moment, then pointed out a small island to Roland.

"There it is."

Roland looked in that direction and realized the island was much closer than he had imagined.

A quick estimate suggests that this place is less than five kilometers from the mainland.

It's also worth mentioning that the entire island has been transformed into a huge and eerie ancient castle.

Even during the day, it still exudes an ominous atmosphere.

It perfectly matches Roland's stereotypical image of a vampire castle.

Furam rubbed her hands together excitedly: "Hehe, according to the Blood Demon's habits, he should be sleeping at this time."

"Just thinking about taking you and storming into that shut-in's house, dragging her out of her sleeping coffin, and giving her a good beating."

"Then I bound her with special mithril chains, soaked her in a large tub filled with holy water, and finally threw her into the frozen sea. I couldn't contain my excitement!"

Roland: "..."

After listening to the whole process, Roland felt a little sorry for the Blood Demon Prince.

Imagine this: you're peacefully sleeping at home, doing absolutely nothing, and then two terrorists burst in and start looting, vandalizing, and burning your own home.

Not only did they drag me out of bed and beat me up, they also wanted to drown me in the sea...

Tsk tsk, that's a bit too tragic.

However, considering what this guy did, it doesn't seem unacceptable that Ms. Flam, as the victim, would retaliate in this way.

Roland stretched his neck and wrists, making a cracking sound.

"Ms. Flam, what's the next step? I'm getting excited too."

"Hmph, all you need to do is seal her bloodline technique, leave the rest to me. Also, kid, isn't there something wrong with your cervical spine? Go see a doctor sometime."

(End of this chapter)