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

Chapter 224 Waaaaah, don't bully me!
Inside the ancient castle on the isolated island.

A certain Blood Demon Prince, yawning, was slumped over the table, listlessly flipping through the newspaper in his hands.

The date above is December 28th.

This is the last edition of the Isfar Daily.

After that, all means of communication with the outside world in Isfar's main city, except for human messengers, became ineffective.

Even through carrier pigeons, eagles, or other flying magical beasts or her summoned familiars, none of them could contact the main city.

Those animals or monsters are alright; at least they can still fly into the main city, they just can't fly back.

However, the familiars lost contact with her the moment they approached the main city.

Although times have changed, this great demon, who is half-parasitic on human territory, does not have enough materials and resources to make any high-level familiars.

But how could a familiar created by a powerful demon with nine rings disappear without a trace...?

This made her increasingly worried about the situation in Isfar, the main city.

Logically speaking, even if Isfar's main city were destroyed, it wouldn't affect her life. Even if humans stopped supplying her with food, the livestock she kept in the corner of the castle would be enough to feed her for a long time.

If all else fails, we can just fly away and find another place.

Her main concern about the situation in the main city stemmed from her fear of misunderstanding.

The fear is that the empire will think this is an evil conspiracy by the demons and then eliminate her as the mastermind behind the plot.

After all, she knew very well what she had done not long ago.

Although she was forced to agree, she did do it... although things seemed to have gone a bit wrong afterward.

But when she discovered that she couldn't contact the old human who had threatened her, she knew she was doomed.

These past few days she has been in a state of anxiety, fearing that a team of fully armed strongmen might suddenly storm into her home, beat her up, and ultimately kill her on the spot.

Even if she could escape, she wouldn't be able to stay within the empire.

How could she possibly...?

Forget it, I'm not going to think about this anymore.

Let's just take it one day at a time.

"Hey……"

"I never imagined that in just a few hundred years, I, Remilia, would end up like this."

"How could I, who was once the heir to the Blood Demon King's Court, have fallen to this state?"

"I should have known better than to help that damned elf and that noisy, blue-haired madwoman."

"No... even if I don't help them, it seems like I can't go back."

"Hey……"

With another long sigh, the great demon named Remilia pulled the shoulder strap, which was about to slip down to her forearm, back into place.

His dark red eyes, like pools of blood, were now filled with despair.

He looked like he was resigned to his fate and was just giving up.

Just like myself three hundred years ago when I entered this ancient castle after the Demon King War ended.

However, thinking about it this way, it seems that I haven't left the island for three hundred years, and everything I need has been provided by the garrison in Isfar.

This is payment for intervening when the local garrison is too busy or unable to resolve the problem.

Hopefully, these things will come in handy when I'm on trial.

Thinking of this, the Great Demon, who was dressed very lightly because he was at home, let out another long sigh, like a salted fish that had lost its ideals.

"If you really want to judge my crimes, can you come right away...?"

"Don't make me suffer this torment of waiting any longer."

"boom!"

As if in response to her wish, a magical missile blasted a large hole in the castle's weathered stone walls.

Remilia's defensive spells attached to the wall were instantly pierced and served no purpose.

But as a powerful demon, even if she was just going to give up, Remilia still instinctively retaliated the moment the incident occurred.

The blood droplets that appeared out of nowhere instantly coalesced into a large net, enveloping the blasted hole.

Then she was horrified to discover that her bloodline magic had failed again!
Exactly the same as last time!
A blinding green light pierced through the lingering smoke and dust, blinding her and sealing all her bloodline magic!
So it really is the people from the capital who have come knocking?!

Before Remilia could process this much, a small, delicate fist covered in several layers of enhancement magic slammed heavily into her face.

Under the force of the immense blow, Remilia was sent flying.

Before she even landed, that small figure began a superb physical performance.

A relentless barrage of close-quarters combat kept Remilia suspended in mid-air, unable to fall from the sky!
This scene amazed Roland, who had just emerged from the smoke and dust.

Is this the power of the older generation of mages?

Just as the headmaster said, what mage doesn't practice close combat?

Dean's insight is brilliant.

Even though Flam is considered to be a mage who is not good at close combat, she still has such terrifying physical skills.

The swirling fists and rapidly shifting figure made it impossible for Roland to even make out the Blood Demon Prince's appearance.

It's estimated that her height and build limited her performance.

And this Blood Demon Prince... how pitiful.

Although the demon's powerful physique prevented her from sustaining any obvious injuries.

But while she was suspended in the air and unable to come down, Flam had already tightly wrapped the long chain of special mithril around her body.

They were tied up tightly, very securely.

It was as if a shell made of mithril was tightly fitted onto the body of this great demon.

Only then did Roland get a clear look at the Blood Demon Prince, who was now somewhat disheveled after being beaten in a series of blows.

Yes, those dark circles under his eyes must have been from being punched.

At such a high speed, could Ms. Flam hit that spot so accurately?
As expected of the legendary elven mage.

"Waaaaah~~┭┮﹏┭┮"

The great demon, stripped of all dignity, was bound in mithril chains, uttering pitiful whimpers.

Under the rapid-fire blows of Fram, her long, messy white hair covered half of her face, but Roland could only see her face.

Flam was clearly not a rope artist specializing in bondage, and the mithril chains were different from hemp ropes, making them incapable of performing such delicate operations.

However, it is precisely because of this that this seemingly aggrieved demon appears all the more pitiful.

Yeah, poor thing.

She has the face of a mature older sister, but now she looks even more pitiful than Nash, whose lunch was stolen by Kalia.

However, it's clear that Flam doesn't have much of an opinion about this.

She grabbed one end of the chain with one hand and then kicked the great demon.

"What's with the mourning! This is just the beginning! Save your crying for later."

Wow, Ms. Flam is really ruthless.

Roland, standing beside Flam as her cold-blooded henchman, thought to himself, while his hands itched a little.

I wonder if he'll have a chance to make a move later.

This is a rare opportunity to relax.

After leaving the castle, he would have to deal with those troublesome adult matters.

For example, solving a problem that happened in a city... I feel like I've been getting similar requests lately.

After a terrified "Eek!" from the Great Demon Lady, the Great Demon finally spoke her first words. "F-Fram, you're not dead?"

"What, are you disappointed to see I'm still alive?"

Frum rolled her eyes, then took out her great staff.

Then he slammed the other person's head down hard, making a crisp sound.

"Woo!"

"Quiet!"

"..."

Roland sighed silently as he watched the great demon, who clearly wanted to raise his hands to cover his head but could not move due to the chains binding his limbs.

That's really going too far.

Why can't we just kill her with a spell and then desecrate her corpse?
Oh, I almost forgot, the corpses of demons can only exist for a very short time after they die.

And it's clear that Flam didn't simply want to kill her.

After doing all this, Flam leaned on her staff and looked at the blood demon in front of her, asking, "Now I'll ask, and you'll answer."

"If your answer satisfies me, I might consider not throwing you into the sea to feed the fish."

“You know I’m not joking, Remilia, we’ve known each other for a long time.”

"!!!" Remilia's eyes widened, her shocked and bewildered expression filled with disbelief.

The demon named Remilia, in her excitement, began to writhe within the chains.

Then he successfully tripped himself and fell to the ground.

You can't! You can't!

"Of course you can, easily! When you tried to ambush me, didn't you ever consider the possibility that you might kill me!?"

"What does it matter! You elves can't die! Even if you do die, your souls will return to the World Tree and be resurrected, won't they?"

"Shut up! Would I still be the one resurrected? And resurrection would take thousands of years!"

Having completely taken control, Flam began punching and kicking the giant demon who was much taller than herself, venting her anger.

But the effect was minimal.

Because she didn't kick it in the head.

The entire body was bound by chains, so kicking it was like kicking the chains.

The demon named Remilia retorted without any politeness.

After a brief period of confusion, the Blood Demon Prince, who had previously looked aggrieved, seemed to have regained some of the confidence that comes with being a strong person.

Roland, who was standing to the side, felt a little superfluous at this moment.

He found……

Frum had come with great enthusiasm, intending to teach someone a lesson, and it seemed that he really only intended to give them a lesson.

They had absolutely no intention of killing him.

It's more like he's planning to give his dim-witted old friend a good beating to teach her a lesson, and incidentally ask her why she did what she did.

"Hey……"

Roland let out a long sigh of relief; it seemed the part he wanted wouldn't be happening.

The remaining steps were just as Frum had described before she arrived.

Roland's job is simply to seal the Blood Demon Prince's skills; the rest is up to Flam to do.

Feeling bored, Roland simply pulled up a chair from the side, sat down, and quietly watched the interrogation ceremony of Flam.

But actually, there's nothing much to see.

The verbal battle between the two ended quickly. Remilia, realizing she was in the wrong, was soon speechless, and Flam did all the talking.

Afterwards, Flam asked irritably, "Why did you help Wellington and the Chaos Brotherhood fight against me?"

"Even if Wellington himself has some connections with you, what about the Chaos Brotherhood? What did they offer you to deal with me?"

After she finished speaking, Frum's eyes began to show disappointment and melancholy.

Although she was reluctant to admit it, the demon in front of her was the last living old friend she had ever met on this continent.

Betrayal from a friend is always hard to accept.

Before meeting Remilia, she could use revenge to hypnotize herself and stop herself from thinking about it, but...

But even at this point, she still found it hard to accept.

After all, while her relationship with Remilia wasn't exactly that of best friends, there was absolutely no animosity between them.

Her father, the former Blood Lord who had lost the battle, was secretly buried by her and Hinmel in a mountain range outside Isfar.

Frum simply couldn't understand why Remilia would attack her.

Remilia lowered her head, not daring to look into Flam's eyes, and the atmosphere between the two became very heavy.

Frum wasn't in a hurry; she even put her staff away.

She simply stood silently in front of Remilia, watching her.

After a long silence, Remilia finally spoke and revealed the truth.

It wasn't explained in great detail, but it did clearly explain the ins and outs of the matter.

To put it simply, on an ordinary, uneventful day of slacking off, Wellington arrived at his door with the bishop of lust, Slow.

Thanks to her superb escape skills and the Blood Demon's innate special attack against flesh and blood creatures, she was not actually afraid that the person who came to her door was there to kill her.

Because she had a total of nine ways to escape, nine of them!
But Wellington used a method she couldn't refuse—deportation! Or rather, deprivation of her legal residency?
In short, Roland's understanding was based on similar reasons.

This great demon seems to have a reason for not wanting to leave Isfar, and it is clear that Flam knows this reason.

The great mage, who had excitedly planned a whole series of schemes before arriving, now wore a relieved smile.

"You're still an idiot, just like before, Remilia. What right does Wellington have to threaten you like that? But how did your secret get leaked?"

"Who's the idiot! Besides, how would I know how the secret was leaked? I haven't left this castle for almost three hundred years!"

"Ah, my shut-in personality hasn't improved, it's gotten worse."

"Hey!"

Watching the two ninth-ring legends gradually calm down, Roland silently took out a large bucket of holy water that Flam had prepared in advance from his storage ring.

When Roland carried the large bucket and smashed it onto the castle floor, the holy water inside splashed out, dripping onto the floor that had been shrouded in darkness and the aura of demonic magic for many years.

"Zizzi"

The holy water scorched the floor. Roland, supporting himself with one hand on a large barrel that was several centimeters taller than him, asked, "So, Ms. Fram, should we still proceed with the sinking into the sea?"

“Of course.” Flam nodded. “This girl never learns her lesson. I need to teach her a lesson so she won’t be used as a pawn again.”

After saying that, Flam dragged the chain and threw Remilia, who was struggling and howling on the ground like a caterpillar, into the bucket.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!"

"I know I was wrong, please stop bullying my teeth!!!!"

"what!"

"thump."

"Zzzzzzzzzzzzz"

After the demon entered the water, a large bucket of holy water instantly turned into a boiling state.

Along with it, golden flames ignited.

"Aaaaaaaaaa!!!"

(End of this chapter)