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

Chapter 235 But she's the one who could become my mother!
Outside Isfar.

Blockade the site camp.

Kalia sat blankly at the edge of the camp, staring at the towering, solid wall ahead.

Roland has been inside for a week now, but there's still no news coming out.

If it weren't for that wicked woman Iluvia leaving a mark before Roland went in, allowing her to observe Roland's life force fluctuations and confirm that he was safe and sound in the city, she would have already rushed in.

In fact, she had tried to sneak in many times.

Although I appeared calm before Roland set off, it was just a facade.

After Roland had been inside for three days without making any calls or showing any signs of coming out, she couldn't resist the urge to sneak in.

Unfortunately, under the strict supervision of Flam and Remilia, all of Kalia's attempts ended in failure.

She had considered escaping by hiding in the shadows, but every time she sneaked into the shadows and approached the main city of Isfar, she would be automatically ejected from the shadows.

After failing several times, Flam finally explained the reason.

This wasn't a tactic employed by her or Remilia, but rather the effect of the Isfar walls.

Those seemingly smooth and flawless solid walls are actually inscribed with a large number of anti-stealth spells and magic interference spells.

This was to prevent anyone from bypassing the city gates and entering the city.

Clearly, the plan to sneak away had failed.

Although those city walls do not exist in the real world at this time, it does not affect the effectiveness of those spells.

After Remilia's attempt, Flam and the others did try other methods.

But aside from concluding that Isfar is currently shrouded in a giant dream spell, there has been no further progress.

This spell appears to have been released by borrowing the amplification function of the giant circular structure above.

The amplification power of the strategic weapon, which was modified from the engine of the Demon King's castle, can amplify a magic missile released by a second-ring mage into a magic cannonball that even a seventh-ring transcendent would have to actively dodge.

With such an increase, it is clearly impossible to dispel dream spells through external interference.

The only way to break this dream spell is for the person trapped in it to do so.

For example, Roland.

In response, although Kalia, Iluvia, and Cellina were all very worried about whether Roland could successfully complete the mission... no, they were even worried about whether Roland could get out of Isfar safely.

However, Flam and Remilia remained calm about it.

Their tactic can be summed up in one word—wait.

Even if Roland can't break this dream spell, it can't continue indefinitely.

Even if one takes the easy way out by using amplification, casting spells with such a wide range still consumes a great deal of the caster's mana.

Even if Flam herself took charge, she could only hold out for a month at most.

Even if you add Remilia's and Flam's magic power together, the magic power of two ninth-ring experts can only last for a month and a half at most.

After all, the larger the spell, the more it involves the soul realm, and the harder it is to sustain.

The further you go, the greater the consumption of magic power.

It's possible that you only need 100 points of magic on the first day, but you'll need 500 on the second day, and it's not impossible that you'll need 3,000 on the third day.

So all we have to do is wait.

Besides, Roland's vital signs have been stable, so there's nothing to worry about.

If you really want to worry, it's not too late to talk about it when Roland's vital signs become unstable.

but……

Frum, who was directing the demons to hang up her clothes, looked at Isfar: "It has indeed taken quite a while..."

"Or is it that time flows at a different rate?"

……

Isfar, the dream world.

A girl with short silver hair, dressed in a white dress, strolled through the still dream space.

She was unsure whether she should offer help.

After all, the Grim Reaper had specifically instructed him before he set off not to interfere too much with that person's growth.

But I broke the agreement right from the start...

Well, the main problem is that I don't know how to return the adult, who was just pulled out of the River Styx and was still a baby, to his family.

We were forced to resort to some means...

However, it seems that I haven't done well enough and have scared that mortal named Kaul.

He had meant well, pulling his deceased wife out of the River Styx so she could return that man to his home.

He was allowed to see his deceased wife, but instead of being grateful, that man wrote it down in his diary as a horror story... Humph!

If I had known this guy would keep a diary, I should have reset the memories of that man named Caul before I left.

Because of my incomplete work, it seems that my existence has already been noticed by that person.

Even more... this person has already obtained information in this dream that shouldn't exist at this time, information that they shouldn't know at this moment.

Although I have temporarily blocked out that memory, that person will find out sooner or later.

"...Is this what they call fate?"

"Should I help now or not?"

"This dream, because it contains my existence, has begun to lose its original function."

"The power originating from decay and bitterness that was trapped in the dream is about to break free. Even if we include the Demon King, it is impossible to resolve the current situation with just the power of that person now."

"Hmm...is this the only way?"

"Forget it, let's leave everything to the Grim Reaper's decision."

The girl closed her eyes, then took a step forward. In an instant, she left the dream that had stopped changing and even accelerated its collapse because of her arrival.

Although she is not a true god, her existence cannot be fully contained by a dream spell.

However... after all, it was because of me that the dream went out of control. If I hadn't rushed to appear and block that person's memories, this dream should have existed for much longer.

That period of time was perhaps long enough for that person to solve the problem using their intelligence and wisdom.

Unfortunately, time is running out for this city.

She could feel that with her appearance, the dream stopped... the thing trapped in the cage was about to break free.

Decaying darkness is eroding the great source of this land, a terrifying power second only to eternal silence.

Although with the current strength of this force, I can indeed resolve the anomaly here, and even find a way to pin the credit on that person.

But... this is only an ideal situation.

The dead cannot interfere too much with the world of the living.

The same goes for me.

She couldn't even escape the dream world.

Once you reach reality, you only have ten minutes to act.

However, those ten minutes were enough for her to provide that person with some necessary assistance.

For example, granting a moment of time to the dead, whose souls have not yet returned to the River Styx.

Of course, whether or not she succeeds... or rather, whether or not she has the right to approve of her own actions, is not in the girl's own hands.

The silver-haired girl in the white dress opened her eyes and looked at the old man kneeling on the ground, trying to get up with the help of his long sword.

In front of the old man was the corpse of a twisted monster that was five meters tall.

The tattered fabric and remaining details of the clothing on the monster's body prove that it was once a legendary ninth-rank military officer.

Lándras Goodwin – Your time to die is not yet over.

A voice that did not exist appeared, and then the voice transformed into life and merged into the body of the already dead Landros.

Death tacitly approved of the girl's actions.

"Thank you for your approval, my lord. But from now on... it's up to you, my lord."

"However, please accept my last bit of help."

The girl murmured, using her divine power to condense a slip of paper that flew towards Lanzhuos.

Before returning to the land of the dead, the girl looked around the cave.

She looked somewhat familiar.

Ah, isn't this the temple that was once used to worship the god of death?

Although it's now just a ruin.

"They really are a race that gets bored easily."

“Three hundred years ago, there were still people performing rituals to call upon the god of death for protection… although in the end they only managed to contact me.”

"gone back."

The girl's calm voice dissipated into the air, and with her disappearance, Lanzhuos, who had died from exhaustion due to overdraft of magic, slowly opened his tired eyes.

He slowly rose, leaning on his sword, then staggered back a few steps, barely managing to stay upright by bracing himself against the wall.

"Shouldn't I... be dead?"

"Xiao Yuan is still in a state of depletion... but why is my body brimming with magic power?"

"And what was that sound just now?"

The old general recalled what had happened not long ago, and then coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood.

Yes, he followed the flow of magic to the source of the ritual, but all he saw were his colleagues twisted into monsters.

Although he had lost his mind, his mutated body was even stronger, and the skills ingrained in his instincts had not disappeared.

In his youth, he was able to fight against the ruler of the Demon King's court and even led his legion to repel an attack by the Blood Demon Lord's royal army.

But he is old and nearing the limits of human lifespan.

In addition, he had previously cast a dream spell recorded on an ancient scroll, so his mana reserves were not very high to begin with.

He should have died from exhaustion after barely managing to kill the enemy.

"Well, what is this?"

"The dream cage is about to fail, eliminating the influence of the ritual."

"This is... a marked map?"

Lanzhuos covered his head and looked at the note, somewhat confused about his current situation.

But the old general didn't care too much. Regardless of whether the cage of dreams had failed, solving the cognitive pollution that was spreading in the city was his top priority.

Although the origin of this note is somewhat unclear... since I have already come back to life, even if it is only temporary, I should not waste my precious time on unnecessary doubts.

He looked at the broken temple in front of him and bowed silently.

He knew where he was.

The ruins of the Temple of Death beneath Isfar.

Perhaps, in the darkness, this god of death, who in legends bestowed miracles and hindered the demon army for decades, has once again shown his grace.

This silent deity may be more benevolent than most deities.

Even though historical records state that the Demon King temporarily halted his southward advance to secure his rear... Landras doesn't believe that at this moment.

"Time is of the essence, it's time to set off."

(End of this chapter)