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

Chapter 244 The Super Useful Great Demon

Document hell.

Roland, who had worked as a corporate slave for two years after graduating from university and was successfully reincarnated into the present world by a mysterious truck, was very clear about everything that was happening in front of him.

He swore after time travel that he would never deal with any documents in his life!

But clearly, he had to break his vow and join in today.

The main problem is that he couldn't very well break free from his fiancée, the princess, who was clinging to his arm and pleading with him for help, then shout, "I, Luo, will never work overtime in my life!" and slam the door shut as he left, could he?
Neither Roland's persona nor his conscience could achieve this.

After a sigh tinged with despair, Roland was pulled to Iluvia's side.

After providing a comfortable chair with velvet cushions, Roland began to try to help.

The reason I say "attempt" is because Roland genuinely didn't know how to handle these documents.

Fortunately, Iluvia picked out a portion of the documents that Cellina and Nash had categorized and handed them to Roland, instructing him to simply stamp the document with the special sealing wax seal in the lower right corner where the Imperial double-headed eagle symbol was located.

Roland nodded and began to transform into a ruthless stamping machine.

For the next hour, he felt like he was on a legendary assembly line, repeating almost identical and unchanging actions.

Of course, the friendly interactions between Ms. Flam and Kalia continued throughout that hour.

Perhaps out of consideration for the occasion, or perhaps because Kalia is a grown-up, Flam did not resort to beatings or similar methods of discipline this time.

Instead, she conjured a wooden plaque, wrote "I am a stupid and useless witch" on it, and then had Kalia hang it around her neck while she stood in the corner to reflect on her actions.

However, Roland thought that this was perhaps the care and love of an elder.

At least Kalia doesn't have to work now. Roland even noticed a smile occasionally creeping onto the guy's face.

No, I can't laugh now, I have to hold it in!

That's probably what this guy is thinking right now, isn't it?
Roland thought this as he observed Kalia during a break from his repetitive work.

At that moment, an unexpected person appeared in the room.

"Hey, you stinky elf, what do you want from me?"

Ah! It's the legendary Demon Queen Remilia! Why would this Blood Demon Princess be here? Roland thought she had gone back to her island villa to continue her reclusive life.

This key combatant, who was originally planned to be a key player, ended up doing nothing. He simply went out for a long time to bask in the sun, and that was the end of it.

Roland looked at Flam with a puzzled and curious gaze.

Frum, still struggling with writing her report, looked up at Remilia and said, "You're finally here. Go and bring Roland here."

"Huh? x3"

Roland, Iluvia, and Remilia herself all exclaimed in surprise.

The first to react violently was Remilia: "Are you crazy or am I? Even if those documents aren't top secret, they still concern the human empire, right? You want a demon like me to handle them? Seriously?"

“Of course it’s true, I’ve thought it through carefully.” Flam nodded, a smug smile on her lips.

"Hahahaha, flat-chested elf, are you awake?!" The demon king floating beside Flam burst into laughter.

That deep, sexy, bubble-like laugh had a certain bewitching quality.

This was especially true for Roland.

Remilia, who already knew of the Demon Lord's existence, glanced warily at the gauntlets beside Flam before continuing, "Heh, so what if you agree? You're not a member of the Empire. A high position doesn't mean you can participate in internal affairs decisions, does it?"

Remilia then looked at Iluvia and said, "What do you think, Your Highness?"

Iluvia pursed her lips, glanced at the documents on the table and Roland beside her, and finally made a difficult decision: "I have no objection!"

"Very well, you heard that too... Wait, what did you say?!"

Remilia's confident expression instantly turned into one of astonishment and confusion.

She flashed in front of Iluvia, her eyes wide, and asked again, "Hey, look closely, I'm a demon! A ninth-ringed great demon! Aren't you sure you don't want to reconsider?"

Iluvia nodded and said seriously, "Yes, I have no objection!"

"Although I really want to stay close to Roland... this guy is completely useless except for stamping documents; Nash could do that job!"

Nash, who was diligently sorting documents, shouted in dissatisfaction: "Meow meow meow!? What do you mean by that! I protest!"

He had barely uttered a shout when Cherlinina, standing beside him, choked him with a chop to the neck: "Focus, these documents aren't sorted yet, and Kalia's being punished by standing. You'll deliver these documents later."

Nash: "!!!"

"You're exploiting child labor!!!"

Iluvia glanced at the noisy demon and cat, then at the excited Remilia: "Besides, look, there's already one demon here, one more won't make a difference."

"and……"

Iluvia paused for a moment as she spoke: "I heard from Lady Flam and Mr. Demon King that you did similar work when you were in the Demon King's Court, didn't you?"

Remlia: “…”

Overtime is impossible for me; it's impossible for me to work overtime in my entire life.

Only by staying at home, eating snacks, reading books, and sleeping can I barely maintain a good mood.

Seeing that things were not going well, Remilia tried to leave!

Roland reacted swiftly, appearing at the door the instant the magical energy fluctuations emanated from Remilia. He successfully used the World Tree's protection to disrupt Remilia's spellcasting and then sealed her abilities.

Remilia: "!!!" Seeing Roland blocking her way and Flam standing behind her, Remilia still chose to fight to the end.

"Even if you trap me here, I will not work! Absolutely not!"

"This is the only thing that is absolutely impossible!"

Seeing Remilia's stubborn refusal to admit it, Flam sighed.

"It seems you won't give in without some tricks."

"Fine... Do you remember what was written in the contract?"

Remilia suddenly had a bad feeling: "Wasn't it just one sentence? To spare no effort and unconditionally assist in resolving all the abnormal events that have occurred in Isfar?"

Frum's lips curled up = w =: "What? You looked so serious at the time, but it turns out you didn't look closely at all."

As she spoke, Flam pulled out the contract that contained the divine power and authority of the gods.

Then he handed Remilia a magnifying glass and pointed to the beginning and end of the sentence.

Remilia had by then realized that she might have signed a dishonest contract.

After all, any contract with a conscience wouldn't have the print so small.

A naturally evil, flat-chested elf!!!
Even so, Ms. Remilia still chose to examine the contents of the contract with a magnifying glass.

She quickly noticed the small print at the beginning of the sentence.

[Working as a laborer who never goes against the client's wishes]

Remilia's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Then, his trembling hand looked towards the end of the sentence.

[And for three years after the incident, they shall unconditionally obey any orders from Party A.]

pat.

The magnifying glass fell to the ground.

Remilia suddenly thought of the consequences of violating this divine power contract.

It seems that the human boy saved her life.

Otherwise, if I actually rushed out of the room, I might be exorcised on the spot for violating the contract.

Fortunately, the contract allows for a certain range of "violations".

Otherwise, she would have died long ago.

Then she turned around, her expression complex, and bowed to Roland: "Thank you..."

Roland: “?”

Although I don't know why this great demon suddenly thanked me.

But in situations like this... a smile is enough.

Seeing Roland's smile, Remilia sat down in the seat Roland had just vacated, feeling utterly hopeless, and began to help Iluvia with her tasks.

Roland then went to Fram's side and began to tell her about what had happened in the city, supplementing her account with information from documents.

The writing of Fram's report is finally on track.

Meanwhile, Kalia, who had been standing in the corner as punishment and had been forgotten by everyone as the situation rapidly escalated, took off the silly wooden sign, squatted in the corner, and quietly munched on some snacks. She also took out a novel she hadn't finished reading from her shadow and began to read it quietly.

In that instant, Kalia realized the joy of slacking off.

It turns out that doing nothing every day isn't happiness; stealing moments of leisure amidst busyness is the true way! True rest comes only when everyone else is busy!
The wicked witch suddenly grasped some perverse pleasures she shouldn't have.

Meanwhile, the legion's staff watched with a hint of helplessness as another group staged a farce in the room.

The adjutant Truk looked at the legion commander Elson: "General, is it really okay to involve that person? Should we report this to His Majesty?"

Upon hearing this, Elson glanced at his adjutant with the look of someone looking at an idiot, and then said softly, "I don't want to not see you tomorrow because you got kicked out by the Hatter."

"Didn't you notice that the dark-skinned woman is missing? Guess what she and her men are doing?"

"Don't you think there's been a bit less news about the second and third fortress cities lately?"

After saying that, Elson patted the careless adjutant on the shoulder with a meaningful expression: "You are very capable, but your brain doesn't work very well at times."

"Look at this."

As he spoke, the old general tossed the newly published Royal Capital Daily to his adjutant.

The front page of this newspaper only featured a photo of Salah III giving a speech in the National Assembly, along with a line of large, controversial text on the photo.

[Shocking! Unprecedented! An Imperial Prince is Born! The first Grand Duke with real power after the reforms is actually the princess's fiancé. Does this mean the imperial succession may change?]

Below this line of large characters, another line of large characters was written in a blatant manner.

[Grand Duke Riscan! A look back at the life of Roland Lancelot.]

Elson looked at his dumbfounded adjutant and slowly said, "It seems His Majesty thinks highly of this person... Some of the words and ideas in this newspaper clearly benefited His Majesty."

"So, for your own safety and future, ignore them."

"Besides, apart from the difference in race, that prince is not much different from an imperial citizen. Just go about your business."

(End of this chapter)