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

Chapter 243 It seems I really need to teach you a lesson.

In the best hotel in the first satellite city, Roland lay on his back on the bed, staring at the carvings on the ceiling and letting out a long breath, as if to expel all the fatigue and thoughts of the past few days.

The sound of a fireplace burning could be heard in the room, sparks jumping and crackling among the firewood.

It was snowing outside the window. After the snow fell from the sky, a heavy, dense snowfall descended.

However, none of this has anything to do with Roland for the time being.

Although he temporarily assumed the title of supreme commander, both he and Elson, the commander of the First Legion, knew very well that this was nothing more than a helpless measure.

The highest commander at the border cannot be absent, and Roland, as the Emperor's special envoy, is the best and only candidate.

However, since he has temporarily become the leader, it is reasonable for him to take a good rest, daydream for a while, and take a nap.

Moreover, he did have some things he needed to ask the seemingly dead gauntlet on his waist in a quiet environment.

"Hey, stop pretending to be dead, I know you're awake."

“A guy named Elena said, ‘You know about my background, tell me in detail.’”

As Roland called out, the Demon King's voice also came from the gauntlet: "Tsk tsk, what a heartless man. He only thinks of me when he can be of use?"

"Besides, didn't you say you were going to find those prototypes and fight them after you came out? Why aren't you doing anything now?"

Roland stretched while lying in bed, then took off his gauntlets and tossed them onto the bedside table: "Since this has been dragging on for so long, I might as well take a nap."

"And since you didn't say it explicitly, it means those prototypes have probably disappeared again, right?"

"Tsk, you actually guessed it, kid." The Demon King's somewhat displeased voice reached Roland's ears: "So that short, white-haired girl is called Irena?"

"Sigh, it's true what they say, comparisons are the thief of joy. I've known her for hundreds of years, and although we've only met a few times, it's still longer than you've known her, right? She's never told me her name."

"But how would I know about your background... Oh, I see, that shorty meant that..."

The Demon King, seemingly understanding something, began to ponder. Roland remained silent, not even thinking; this time, he genuinely intended to take a good rest.

He has experienced far too many accidents in the past month or so.

There was hardly a peaceful day.

He wanted to give his mind a break, to temporarily become like Kalia, a carefree being who, apart from worrying about what to eat, would be oblivious to everything else.

After a brief moment of thought, the Demon King spoke up: "I am unaware of your background."

"But... based on my brief conversation with that short, stocky woman, she and her boss have been watching you in some way since you were born."

"Of course, given that her boss is usually very busy, she is mainly in charge of your affairs."

"From this perspective, your father's diary and letters may all be true."

"You really did fall into the sea and die during that fishing trip, and you did indeed come back to life."

There are no problems with your background.

"Everything is just as you remember it."

"However... some unexpected things happened."

"And since that short, stout girl has already told you her name, it probably means that she thinks you can know her identity now."

"She is a servant of the god of death and the end, and the legendary ferryman on the River Styx."

"Well, don't you humans have a tradition? For the deceased, you usually put two copper coins over their eyes as a reward to bribe the ferryman."

"Of course, she herself does not acknowledge this rumor, but she did collect some copper coins as part of her collection, which is why this legend has been passed down to this day."

"That's pretty much it."

"But now that I've said this, you understand that your background is not simple, right?"

Roland nodded.

The Demon King painstakingly discerned Roland's subtle movements through the magical outline.

"Is that your reaction?"

"Otherwise what? I've had some suspicions for a while... You know that Leah told me about the resurrection."

"Given your connection with Death, I can still deduce a lot of information, but I lack evidence."

Roland sighed. After learning the answer, he was surprised to feel nothing... only a sense of emptiness.

Perhaps it was at this moment that he realized his origins were not simple.

During his teenage years, he fantasized that he was some kind of destined savior or a hero who would save the world.

Because it's cool, it attracts attention, and it allows you to gather a group of good friends to embark on an epic journey.

But now, he really wants to be an adventurer like old Lancelot.

Traveling across the continent and exploring the ocean, merely to admire the scenery, occasionally encountering injustice along the way.

He initially thought he had simply stumbled upon so many events by chance. He just happened to run into a group of troublesome people.

But at this moment, he felt that all of this might be the work of fate.

He recalled the description the system had given him when he obtained the World Tree Runestone.

The roots of the World Tree form the spinning wheel of fate, its branches weaving the cycle of the four seasons...

He recalled his two previous encounters with the power of the evil god and subconsciously used the two wooden spears that the World Tree had conjured.

A weapon pierced half of the evil god's body, forever sealing his fate of defeat.

One of them had recently pierced the shadowy monster, sealing its fate of death.

"Ugh... this is so troublesome. Okay, I'm going to sleep now. You can go somewhere cool and stay there."

Seeing Roland's use-and-discard attitude, the Demon King was very dissatisfied. After failing to strike Roland's abdomen with a gauntlet made of super-strong alloy, he probably flew out of the room in a huff and disappeared somewhere to play.

……

Roland didn't wake up again until the next day.

Clearly, Roland's feeling that he wasn't tired was a complete illusion.

Roland was very satisfied that he did not have any strange dreams during his long sleep of more than ten hours.

It's just that sleeping for too long significantly prolonged the time it took for his brain to be operational.

He sat on the bed, looking out the window at the morning snow, and stared for a long time before finally managing to turn on the computer.

After changing his clothes, Roland left the warm room and headed downstairs.

He planned to have breakfast at the hotel first, and then go to the legion's base to begin his "work".

Although he really wanted to stay in his room all day doing nothing, when he woke up, neither Kalia, Iluvia, nor Cellina and Nash appeared in his room or at the inn.

This was something that concerned him greatly.

After finishing the hearty, oily, and salty breakfast from the North, Roland couldn't help but sigh as he drank the last sip of hot mutton soup, realizing that the breakfast was a bit too lavish for such a morning.

After this meal, I feel like I don't need to eat lunch at all.

After finishing the delicious meal provided by the inn, Roland wrapped himself in the scarf that Kalia had given him, then got into the carriage that had been waiting at the inn's entrance and headed towards the legion's base.

Roland arrived at his destination shortly afterward. Amidst the salutes and greetings from all the soldiers in the camp, he entered the huge, obviously temporary bungalow in the encampment.

After entering the room, Roland understood why no other characters had appeared beside him when he woke up today.

The Demon King hovered around Flam, bickering and disrupting Flam's already overwhelming paperwork.

Because of the great upheaval that has occurred in Isfar, Salah III hopes that the great and wise Lady Flam can work with the Society to produce a reliable report.

Furam, who is easily influenced and actually enjoys being praised, agreed without thinking.

They completely ignored the fact that she hadn't actually entered Isfar at all.

She was too embarrassed to disturb Roland's rest, so she could only classify the information based on the limited intelligence provided by the branch leader Is and the data left by Lanzhuos—she hadn't slept all night.

However, the progress of the report is still at zero.

On the other side, Iluvia, whose face was already etched with impatience, was skillfully handling all the documents at hand.

Despite her dissatisfaction, the seemingly reliable princess remained attentive to the needs of the empire's people, diligently handling all documents related to post-disaster reconstruction and refugee resettlement.

This also includes all documents related to the transportation, storage, allocation, and distribution of materials.

Cellina, meanwhile, was helping Nash, who was clearly forced to turn into human form to work overtime, sort through the files and then toss them to Kalia, who looked dead and was acting as an errand boy.

Of course, the legion's true commander, the old general Elson, who looked even older than Lanzos, and his adjutant, who had the eyebrow pencil, were not spared either.

However, there were many of them, and the two of them, along with numerous staff officers from the military camp, handled most of the documents in the room.

The hellish scene abruptly stopped when Roland entered the room.

Almost instantly, Roland felt as if he had gained an accessory.

Kalia, literally in tears, hugged Roland tightly and began to sob, "Waaaaaah!!! Is this what work is? It's horrible! I don't want to work! Help, Roland! That old woman isn't human!"

“But she’s really not human.” Roland earnestly corrected Kalia’s mistake: “She’s an elf.”

After removing Kalia, who was stunned by the answer, from his body, Roland then kindly reminded her, "Besides, you were shouting so loudly just now, I really can't save you."

"Bless yourself."

After saying that, Roland patted Kalia's shoulder with a hint of pity, and then silently took half a step back as she turned her head slightly stiffly.

The next moment, Flam walked over, carrying her cane... no, I mean her staff.

"Lia, it seems I really need to teach you a lesson!"

(End of this chapter)