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

Chapter 225 Contract of Indenture, Temporary Thug (Questionable)
Holy water.

A type of water blessed by the gods, produced by the Holy See.

Its effect and function depend on which deity bestowed the blessing.

Generally speaking, the vast majority of holy water used within the Vatican comes from the goddess of earth and fertility, as well as the god of the sun and justice.

These two are considered deities who frequently respond to their believers. Because they respond so often, they have the largest reserves of holy water.

And coincidentally, it was Suren who delivered the holy water to Fram.

She is a follower of the God of the Sun.

Therefore, the holy water she gave was precisely the kind of water that was most effective against dark demons like the Blood Demon.

If the goddess of earth and fertility is a compassionate goddess who regards all living beings in the world as her own children, and the holy water she bestows is only to prevent demons from harming humanity or to remove the curses released by demons...

The God of Blazing Sun and Justice, a relatively hypocritical deity, was quite targeted towards the demon race.

Simply by quenching one's weapon with holy water, or even just pouring some on it, one can increase its killing power against demons.

To put it bluntly, if a demon of the third or fourth ring were here and thrown into this bucket, he would literally melt into this bucket of holy water in less than ten seconds.

But the Great Demon Clan is still the Great Demon Clan.

These holy waters could not kill her.

Based on the current behavior, it's more like someone trying to adjust the water temperature while taking a shower, only to be scalded by a sudden burst of hot water from the showerhead.

Hmm... based on the current situation, it should be able to be determined as a burn.

After all, the wailing never stopped.

However, soaking this guy in the bucket is just the beginning; the real challenge lies ahead.

Frum somehow produced a giant lid with a hole in the middle.

It's obviously designed to match this bucket.

However, a large, uniquely designed lock was added to it.

With a cold smile, Furam took the lock and walked towards the great demon soaking in the holy water. Then, she used her magic to create several steps and stepped onto the steps to reach the edge of the tub.

Looking down at Remilia, who was writhing and groaning, Flam said with a wicked grin, "Hehe, this lock is a really good thing that I bought from the guild a long time ago!"

"It's a one-of-a-kind item!"

"The person who made it has been dead for two hundred years. No one in the world will understand how this lock works anymore."

"I lost the only key too."

"I'm going to lock this lock, which was originally used to lock up giant monsters, onto this barrel."

Remilia was so terrified that her scream stopped for a moment, and she asked in a trembling voice, "What are you going to do?!"

"Of course, it's to make sure you're locked in this barrel and can't escape!"

"This bucket and the chains binding you are specially made. They can limit and restrain your strength."

"But in the end, none of these things can truly trap you."

"If this kid's spell hadn't rendered your innate magic ineffective, I wouldn't have been able to catch you when you were so eager to run away, would I?"

Flam chuckled with a wicked grin, "Don't worry, this kid's spell won't last forever."

"Haven't you been through this before?"

"Stay at the bottom of the sea and drink seawater until your bloodline magic recovers."

Remilia: "!!!"

"You're inhuman!"

"Hehe, I'm not an elf, I'm an elf." Floram laughed as she closed the lid and locked it. Then she manipulated the bucket to fly out of the hole in the castle, casting a gravity spell on it to ensure that the bucket and the great demon could sink to the bottom of the sea smoothly.

"Aaaaaah! No way! Please let me go! I'll do anything, waaaaaahh ...

At Remilia's pleas, the bucket suddenly stopped on the surface of the sea and did not continue to sink.

Standing on the broken wall of the castle, Flam shouted at Remilia on the sea, "Hey! Can you really do everything?"

"..." Remilia remained silent for a long time, then looked at the handsome young man standing behind Flam who looked less like a human and more like an elf, and took a deep breath.

Then, very seriously, he said, "Okay, I can't do everything."

"If you want me to become the mistress of your illegitimate child or something like that, please forgive me for refusing."

Flam: "(へ╬)!"

Roland: "..."

Remilia's resounding reply echoed across the sea and into the ears of the two men.

Flam had already raised her staff, ready to unleash a raging storm on this reckless fellow, while Roland, somewhat speechless, took out a dagger and, using its reflection, began to search for any resemblance between himself and Flam.

Before Flam could cast her spell, the great source of magic above the sea suddenly began to surge violently. A small dark cloud quickly formed above Remilia, followed by a terrifying bolt of lightning striking down.

Just then, Remilia, who had uttered such a startling statement, cleaved her and the barrel into the sea.

Fram: “…”

What should I do? Should I release the spell that I've only charged up halfway through?
Well, although I don't know why the Great Source Magic suddenly went berserk, it at least taught that guy a lesson on my behalf.

Furthermore, even if she is a ninth-ring legendary mage, the power of fire spells thrown into the sea will be greatly reduced.

Roland was also somewhat surprised.

Is this like being struck by lightning out of nowhere?
"Glug glug~~~"

"puff!"

Remilia poked her head out of the sea.

This could be considered a blessing in disguise.

The lightning strike from the Great Source destroyed the chains binding her and the already locked lid of the bucket.

Although parts of her skin and flesh have been blasted and torn open by the lightning, she is, after all, a Blood Demon renowned for her resilience, and a Blood Demon Prince of the ninth ring. A mere lightning strike is naturally no match for her.

Even though bloodline magic was sealed, the Blood Demon's self-healing ability did not disappear.

Her already pale skin now looked even paler.

Remilia, who had just emerged from the sea, quickly realized something.

Although he escaped, the large barrel containing the holy water and the chains also disappeared.

But his bloodline magic hasn't recovered yet!
run!
Without hesitation, Remilia changed direction almost instantly, turning her head and swimming towards the shore.

It's just a pity that she's not good at swimming.

After struggling for a few meters with clumsy and unsightly swimming strokes, he was picked up by Flam's energy-shaping hand as she flew over.

It looks like a salted fish that has been pulled from the sea.

"Hey, let's get this straight first, Roland isn't my illegitimate son."

"Secondly, this guy already has enough women around him, so you, who are hundreds of years older than me, shouldn't even think about it."

"Finally, I'll forgive you... so you can sign this."

As she spoke, Flam handed over a scroll imbued with divine power.

Remilia: "!!!"

"A scroll of the covenant with the god of truth and wisdom!" "Why do you have something like this?!"

Frum chuckled: "It's a secret. Think it through before you sign, or you'll say I'm threatening you."

"...What would happen if I didn't sign?"

“Sigh, if you don’t sign, for the safety of the people of the Empire, I will have no choice but to take drastic measures. Don’t worry, I won’t kill you, after all, we are friends.” Frum sighed, “However, deportation is the only option.”

Remilia shuddered at his words, then, recalling their previous conversation, suddenly hardened her tone: "Hmph! What right do you have to deport me?"

"Did you think I'd fall for it twice?"

Flam looked at Remilia with a hint of pity: "Sigh, she really is a fool."

“I’m not like Wellington.”

"He is nothing but a usurper who conspired with the Chaos Brotherhood to rebel."

"As for me? Putting aside everything else, my reputation in the human world is much greater than you think."

"If I said you were a threat, do you think the Empire would take action?"

Remlia: “…”

Damn, that seems to make sense!

“Also…” Flam smiled knowingly, pointing to Roland still standing on the castle behind her: “Guess what his identity is?”

"He's the Emperor's special envoy, representing the Emperor's will. Do you think he has the power to expel you?"

"You were just spreading rumors about him."

"If you want me to put in a good word for you, you'd better sign this."

Remilia exclaimed indignantly, "Isn't this a blatant threat?!"

"You know I won't leave Isfar easily!"

"Humph!"

After letting out a proud snort, Remilia reluctantly accepted the contract and began reading its contents.

Although it was a contract she had no choice but to sign, it would be better for her, as the person involved, to take a look at it.

What if they really want me to become their mistress?
This damn flat-chested elf's bottom line is as low as her height, frighteningly low.

The contract contained very little information.

The amount was so small that it surprised Remilia.

In short—we will spare no effort and provide unconditional assistance in resolving all unusual events that occur in Isfar.

Upon completion, the contract is terminated.

This contract was so simple that Remilia couldn't believe it!
It's that simple?
I almost killed Flam! And this is all she asks for? She beat and tortured me, and that's it?
There won't be any conspiracy, right?

"You're not thinking there might be some other conspiracy, are you?" Flam's voice echoed softly. "There's no such thing. Besides, this contract can be reused."

"After this use, there will be two more uses left."

"Once you sign, you can't go back on your word. This is a contract personally overseen by the gods. If you break it, you will truly be punished by the gods."

Remilia scoffed at this, then bit her finger and used her blood to write her full true name as a demon on the contract.

"Signed, signed. Are you satisfied now?"

"Hmm, very satisfied. Shall we go back to your place and talk about the strange events in the city?"

……

After one hour.

Looking at Remilia, who had changed into an elegant black dress and whose hair had been carefully styled and pinned up, Roland marveled at how amazing women truly were.

When I broke down the door—no, I mean, the wall—all I saw was a颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of being listless, dispirited, and lacking ambition) and 弱弱 (弱弱 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of being listless, dispirited, and lacking ambition) person who, apart from having a pretty face, a voluptuous figure, and revealing clothing, was utterly worthless.

Unexpectedly, after simply changing her clothes and dressing up, Remilia now looks like a proper demon, with a stereotypical noble air about her.

If Roland had been dressed like this when he first met the other person, he might have been a little more reserved.

But now, in Roland's eyes...

It had absolutely no sense of authority whatsoever.

She looked exactly like the vampire in his memory who was also named Remilia.

The only difference is their body shape and height.

After Ms. Fram helped repair the damaged castle walls, she, as a local and currently the only Nine Rings Legend she could contact, provided some information despite their different ethnicity.

Although it's all known information, it's completely worthless.

Now this guy is sitting there pretending to be serious, looking awkwardly like he doesn't know what to say.

Even so, the addition of an extra nine-ring combatant made things much easier for Roland.

After all, although the information was unclear, according to the information that the Isfar Society branch finally conveyed to Erebus, this incident was most likely related to the evil god.

Having more helpers is good, after all, given the anomaly that caused three ninth-ring powerhouses to lose contact at the same time, I wouldn't feel at ease just having Flum with me.

While Remilia's combat strength is currently somewhat worrying, this is mainly because Roland sealed her bloodline magic.

A fully evolved legendary-level Blood Demon... it shouldn't be too weak, right?

Oh well, they're free combat power anyway, so for now all I need to do is provide them with food.

Frum sighed, having gained nothing: "We already know all this information! Isn't there anything special?"

"Hey... why would I be watching human territory? I never even go out, it's good enough that I can even notice these things." Remilia complained helplessly.

She didn't want it to be like this either.

After all, the contract stipulated that we would spare no effort.

She really told everyone she knew.

Roland finally spoke up.

It was Flam and Remilia who were talking just now, and because of my age, I couldn't participate in their discussion of such an old topic.

I can only listen in.

When was the last time someone in the main city contacted you?

"Was this the last time we contacted each other?"

At this point, Remilia seemed to remember something and said, "Speaking of which, there does seem to be a strange place."

“The day before yesterday at noon, that old guy named Lanzhus sent me a request for a teleportation spell.”

"But before I could even connect, he canceled the spell."

"Does this count as a clue?"

"The day before yesterday?" Roland raised an eyebrow. "Was General Lanthus still in contact with you the day before yesterday?"

“I can only say that he tried to contact me,” Remilia said. “But he canceled so quickly, it was like he had the wrong contact. I thought he had unblocked me.”

“This is indeed a very valuable clue.” Roland looked at Remilia: “At least it confirms that the old general was still alright as of the day before yesterday.”

"The next step is to go into the city and take a look."

(End of this chapter)