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

Chapter 248 World Famous Paintings, Remilia is Working Overtime
"Wow, this kid's risen through the ranks really fast. He's not even twenty years old yet and he's already a Grand Duke."

"However, all the things this kid has done together are barely enough to qualify him."

"Tsk tsk, this emperor is really generous, giving away the power to grant fiefdoms and territories."

"Hey, flat-chested elf, do you think Roland will eventually establish a Grand Duchy of Lancelot?"

Fram unconsciously tightened her grip on the cup.

For some unknown reason, the Demon King, who seemed to have had a falling out with Roland, left his human form and began to chatter in her ear.

Even if you want to get rid of them, you can't.

Especially for some reason, this guy's strength even increased after he came out of Isfar.

Although the increase is still limited, and for now it can only bully that silly cat that treats Cellina like a cat stand, this guy can already use spatial magic.

For example, the Flash ability that he stole from Roland.

This guy, who was already a specialist in spatial magic, stole the skill almost effortlessly.

The direct consequence was that the Demon King dodged all of Flam's attempts to drive him away.

She does have effective methods, but they cause too much of a stir.

Considering safety and energy consumption, Flam could only let this guy keep babbling in her ear.

However... at least this guy can provide some help when I'm refining the report.

You can also listen to some adventure stories along the way.

For example, the unexpected encounters within the city.

Especially after Flam learned that the Demon King was connected with the Grim Reaper, she also began to inquire about information about the Grim Reaper.

There was no ulterior motive; it was simply out of curiosity.

But these curiosities only intensified the Demon King's entanglement.

She now considers herself Fram's tutor, tirelessly imparting all sorts of boring historical knowledge to her.

As for the information about the Grim Reaper that she was truly concerned about... that damned demon king didn't say a word!
"Shut up, you devil! I'm reading."

"Tsk tsk, we're all old acquaintances. Although we had different stances in the past, we're at least partners now, aren't we?"

"Who's your partner?" Flam rolled her eyes at the Demon King, then complained, "You're only being kept around because not all the prototypes were destroyed."

The Demon King sighed, "Sigh, what a stubborn guy. No wonder he's still single at his age."

"Click."

The cup in Frum's hand shattered.

The black tea also flowed out.

Of course, before the tea would soak the pages, Flam used magic to wrap it up and then put it into a new cup.

This is the tenth cup she has smashed since she started spending time with the Demon King.

After doing all this, Flam looked at the gauntlet controlled by the Demon King: "First of all, I'm not very old."

"Secondly, I am an elf."

"Finally, I'm not really that old among the elves."

The Demon King paused for a moment, then sighed deeply: "Sigh... Have we reached the stage where we have to start saying we're not that old?"

"And he's so skilled at it. He must have used this line a lot before."

"Besides, I've seen hundreds of-year-old elves fall in love with humans, why can't you? You're clearly not only lacking in physique, but also in emotional intelligence."

"You!" Flam pulled out her staff and began chasing the Demon King around the room.

Meanwhile, the Demon King laughed as he used Flash to dodge Flam's attacks.

Clearly, while Flam's close-combat skills and body enhancement techniques are very powerful, she obviously lacks close-combat experience and doesn't know how to block movement.

Even if the Demon King can teleport, she can't teleport as seamlessly as Roland.

So the one-armored creature and the elf chased each other around the room for an hour.

They completely missed the chance to enjoy the warmth of the fireplace in the room and then watch the knighting ceremony taking place outside the window.

To be honest, compared to the formal ceremony, which often lasts for hours and involves complicated steps, this hasty and incomplete ceremony was clearly more to Roland's liking.

However, as the knighting ceremony concluded, Roland still had one last thing to do.

That is, exchanging rings.

Yes, exchanging engagement rings.

The reporters who were specially sent will be taking pictures!

Considering that the exchange would be published in the newspaper, the scene was not as natural and romantic as Roland and Iluvia had imagined.

Instead, it was filled with staged photos and arguments.

One faction believes Roland should kneel on one knee and then put the ring on Iluvia's finger.

The other faction believes that Lord Roland, with his noble status, is fortunate to marry Iluvia, a princess with a terrible reputation, and therefore should not kneel down.

Although this faction was quickly taken away and dealt with by Delan and Amya at Roland's behest, there were still people with similar views present.

That is, the status of an imperial grand duke is generally higher than that of princes and princesses, and only lower than that of the emperor himself, not to mention a grand duke like Roland who wields real power.

In theory, if Roland wanted, he could declare right now that his territory of Riskan and several surrounding towns would cease paying taxes to the Empire and instead become an independent grand duchy.

Nobles of this rank are indeed not suited to the kneeling ceremony used by commoners. Even if Roland himself wanted to, he couldn't.

Because Salah III and Iluvia herself also thought so.

Yes, because the argument at the scene was too chaotic, Roland directly dialed the old emperor's telepathic spell.

Then he got a scolding from his father-in-law, who said he was underestimating his own status.

Iluvia also unusually rejected Roland's suggestion.

They indicated that they should be more mindful of such formal occasions, but suggested that they could recreate the event they wanted later.

So, amidst the noisy photo shoot, Roland, dressed in elaborate and heavy luxurious robes, finally completed her task and returned to her room to rest.

"Phew... thank goodness today is a scaled-down ceremony."

"Hehe, tired?" Iluvia, who was still wearing her gorgeous gown, sat down next to Roland and poked his nose with her finger. "I thought you'd enjoy it."

"Spare me! I'm clearly not suited for high society ceremonies. These complicated ceremonies should all be abolished!"

Roland started complaining, then closed his eyes and began to refine his teleportation technique.

That is, only let your body leave.

The next moment, only a pile of clothes remained on the sofa.

Three minutes later, Roland came out wearing his own clothes.

A turtleneck sweater paired with a thick black leather jacket and black trousers.

A very standard winter men's suit, all in black.

However, the outfit fit Roland surprisingly well and suited him perfectly.

At least Roland's broad shoulders and well-proportioned muscles, along with his perfect head-to-body ratio, made this otherwise plain and unremarkable outfit look exceptionally stylish.

At least Iluvia liked Roland's outfit.

She didn't really like the overly complicated dress Roland had worn before.

"I didn't expect you to have clothes like this. I thought your wardrobe only contained coats, trench coats, and shirts."

“You need some different clothes, right?” Roland shrugged and smiled, then his expression changed and he sighed, “Sigh, I was just looking forward to a good rest, but the day after tomorrow I have to face some kingdom delegation and be in charge of negotiations. But why don’t you have to attend these negotiations? You’re a princess, after all.”

Iluvia used her right hand, which was resting on the armrest of the sofa, to support her head: "Hehe, I'm just a princess, and Father hasn't given me the official right to rule as regent."

"It's not convenient for me to show up in such a formal setting."

"So it's up to you, Your Excellency. Don't worry, Delan has brought a dedicated negotiation team. You just need to sit in the conference room and keep things under control."

Roland gave a wry smile: "If that were the case, it would be fine, but the leader of the negotiation team just handed me a rather thick script and a list of possible textual traps that the other side might use."

"I have a feeling that His Majesty might actually want me to make some decisions on this occasion."

Iluvia waved her hand dismissively: "That's impossible. This is a formal communication between nations. Even if you were a Grand Duke, you couldn't make a decision on the spot."

"It's called a negotiation, but the decision-making power doesn't lie with the negotiation team."

Roland smiled helplessly: "It sounds like this will last a long time?"

“Of course, but…” Iluvia said, looking at Roland, “Let’s enjoy the banquet until then, it’s starting in three minutes.”

"Besides, Leah doesn't seem to have eaten enough. If you don't want her to finish all the good food, you'd better leave quickly."

Roland looked at Iluvia: "And what about you?"

"I'll take my time. I don't have the same way of undressing as you. I can only change when the maids who specialize in undressing me come."

"And even if I finish eating, it's fine, after all, I'm..."

Iluvia paused for a moment, then looked at the ring on her finger that Roland had finally managed to put on her finger after much trouble: "I'm already filled with happiness, so missing a meal won't bother me."

"And you'll save me a copy, won't you?"

Roland smiled, neither confirming nor denying, then turned and left the room.

……

at the same time.

A banquet was being held in the camp, and even the soldiers stationed there, unless they were on duty, participated in the banquet.

In the room originally set aside for official business, the unfortunate staff officers, with Elson's permission, temporarily put aside their work and began to enjoy the banquet.

At this moment, only Remilia remained in the room, diligently working on official business.

He is truly a loyal subject of the empire!
"Sniff, sniff"

"Mmm...it smells so good. Even if I were a Blood Demon, I would want to try some of that food."

"Damn it, why are there so many documents being written?!"

“Iluvi…”

"!!!"

Remilia suddenly stood up after realizing that no one was around her and that the other person had left all the documents on her desk before running away.

Then she realized that she was all alone in the room.

Remlia: “…”

(End of this chapter)