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

Chapter 250 Shattered Body
After listening to the Demon King's story, Flam realized what the demons were plotting during their period of dormancy after the Demon King's War.

Perhaps because of the hero, or perhaps because the elves who grew up in Avalon, a place known as Gensokyo, are not resistant to the cold, Flam rarely travels to the Northern Federation of Nations.

Especially after the start of the Demon King War and the collapse of the vast empire known as Holy Ragnasia, chaos and infighting quickly resumed after the end of the massive campaign known as "Reclaiming Lost Territories".

The Northern survivors, who had initially worked together, soon began fighting amongst themselves for territory.

Even though large-scale wars did not break out again soon after the intervention of the Papacy and the Society, the games called politics and the endless conspiracies never disappeared.

Flam loathed this atmosphere and was even less adept at dealing with it.

She was used to using a giant fireball or some other spell to obliterate the people she hated.

To prevent herself from accidentally killing those manipulative people, even when Flam occasionally went to the North in search of precious potion ingredients or alchemical materials, she always went and returned quickly, avoiding any lingering.

Therefore, she really doesn't know much about the current situation of the demon race.

Before the prototype of the Demon King's Hand escaped due to human error, demons were already a rare sight in the human world.

She never expected that the rulers of the royal court would be secretly collecting such things.

If it weren't for Roland's existence, and the remnant soul of the Demon King who was unexpectedly transformed into a gauntlet spirit because of Roland, she might never have discovered this matter.

Do not……

Without Roland, I would most likely be dead by now.

Thinking of this, Furam looked at the Demon King: "Unfortunately, I don't know anything about the current situation of the Demon race."

"Besides, you're asking me this question by taking a roundabout approach."

“Roland is now a Grand Duke of the Empire, and after Wellington and Landros died, he is the only Grand Duke in the Empire.”

"It would be very easy for him to ask for some information."

A soft sigh came from inside the gauntlet: "At this point, I don't believe you haven't noticed the abnormality in Roland."

"This kid's identity is not simple... Do you remember his little hobby? Although he's been too busy to do it lately, he's mentioned it quite a few times."

Frum tilted her head: "Does this guy, who seems to spend all his time meditating, training, fighting, and searching for clues, actually have any hobbies?"

"Hey... all of this started when you met that unlucky student of yours, okay? For 99% of the time so far, he's just an ordinary young man with a little bit of talent!"

"Why wouldn't I have any hobbies!"

The Demon King took a deep breath using a non-existent body part: "In short, this kid's few hobbies are studying history."

"He was keen to seek out historical knowledge, whether it was from historical records, myths and legends, or classical poetry."

Frum said something was off: "Is there a problem? The academy is full of guys like that, and they love exploring ruins and ancient sites."

“Of course there’s a problem.” The Demon King, who had already partially guessed Roland’s identity, interrupted Flam: “Some kind of instinct within him is prompting him to find something back.”

“This is what I found out after the incident in Isfar with this kid.”

"In short, this kid is not suited to know too much about ancient knowledge."

"Fortunately, however, your human history records have been almost completely destroyed."

"He didn't have much information to find."

"Although this is just my own guess, it's still best to keep this kid away from as much ancient knowledge as possible."

The Demon King continued, "There is a connection between Roland's consciousness and mine. Although it is only the simplest connection that allows us to communicate, I can still sense the abnormality deep within this kid's soul."

"His memory does have problems, but not the kind of problems you're imagining."

"First of all, this kid's memory is not damaged in any way."

"But... his current state makes him mistakenly believe that he 'doesn't know' these things."

The Demon King then fell silent.

This was also an idea that had just flashed into her mind.

In the instant she blurted it out, she suddenly understood why that divine favored one had chosen to erase Roland's memories from her dream.

Yes, not all memories will have an impact!
It was the memories buried in history that affected Roland's state of mind!
So wouldn't that mean...?

The shocking truth shattered the Demon King's already dwindling soul.

At that moment, time stood still.

The black and white of death covered the room, freezing Flam's movements and thoughts.

A voice then entered the depths of the Demon King's soul.

[Some things are best kept to yourself! Don't tell anyone! Let's stop here. If you want to know something, just ask that person directly.]

Although it involves some past secrets, this is not crucial information.

If you make the same mistake again, I really will have no choice but to risk being disliked by that person and take you back to the underworld.

The words came to an abrupt end, and the stillness of the black and white space dissipated.

Furam looked at the Demon King and said somewhat strangely, "Unfortunately, I don't know anything about the current situation of the Demon race either."

"Besides, you're asking me this question by taking a roundabout approach."

“Roland is now a Grand Duke of the Empire, and after Wellington and Landros died, he is the only Grand Duke in the Empire.”

"It would be very easy for him to ask for some information."

"Wait...did I just say something like that?"

The Demon King stared at Floram in silence for a long time before finally speaking, "It's nothing, just your imagination."

"Maybe it's because I'm getting old."

"That's right, my thinking might be malfunctioning due to a missing part of my soul. I'll go find that kid now."

Before the Demon King could finish speaking, he hurriedly ran outside. Flam watched him fly away, feeling a strange unease.

I'm sure I just said the same thing.

It seems that something is interfering with my memory.

Although the other party succeeded, they inevitably left clues.

It seems the conditions for the other party to make a move are not ideal.

Otherwise, the existence of something that could intervene in one's own memories without leaving a trace would not leave any clues.

Frum glanced at the clock beside her, and sure enough, the time was off.

Although she couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong, Flam did sense that something was amiss.

A sense of unease lingered in her heart and soul.

Considering my previous reasoning, the answer is obvious.

A deity interfered with her memory, causing her to forget a small part of it.

"Could it be because of the Demon King, or Roland?"

"Damn it... Could Roland really be the Grim Reaper's son?"

"So the point about being brought back from the dead also matches up..."

Just as the thought flashed through Floram's mind, a thunderclap sounded outside the window, nearly scaring Floram to death.

The thunder, which came out of nowhere... was it a warning to me?

Frum awkwardly shrank her neck, made a "= w =" expression, and then wrapped herself in a small blanket to start reading.

Alright, alright, I can understand this level of warning.

The elf seemed to be expressing a similar attitude, then cleared his mind and began to seriously read the ancient book in front of him that recorded the history of the development of magic.

……

"Your Excellency Roland, do you need to rest?"

An official responsible for instructing Roland on negotiation skills and points to note during the meeting approached him with utmost respect and a half-bow, asking him questions with a mixture of politeness and trepidation.

Roland rubbed his sleepy eyes, then shook his head: "No need, please continue."

"My body has been experiencing this occasionally lately."

"Your Excellency, your health is of utmost importance. You have done so much for the people of the empire; you deserve a good rest!" the official said, his tone slightly reproachful yet filled with concern.

Roland smiled helplessly. He had originally wanted to continue listening to the lecture, but in the end he waved his hand and said, "Alright, take a break for an hour."

The official nodded, bowed respectfully, and left.

After the other person left, Roland sighed in the empty room.

Is this the change that comes with identity?
Although he knew the guy was just flattering him, Roland ultimately chose to rest.

He was somewhat confused.

His situation is now the same as when he first came out of Isfar.

He was clearly in a state of full physical strength, mental energy, and magical power.

But his soul itself tirelessly conveyed signs of weariness.

And it seems to be getting worse.

At least initially, a good night's sleep helped him recover quite a bit, but now... even though he had just woken up from a short rest after the banquet and had specifically sought out officials from the negotiation team that evening to learn about potential issues.

But only ten minutes later, that feeling of fatigue returned.

They were so exhausted that they started hallucinating.

The girl who had appeared in his dreams before, who called herself Elena, started appearing in front of him.

and many more!

Roland's eyes widened suddenly.

Shock and confusion briefly broke free from the shackles of fatigue, restoring Roland to a brief moment of clarity.

Irene remained silent, but walked up to Roland and placed her slender, fair fingers on Roland's forehead.

The next moment, numerous cracks began to appear on Roland's body, like glass that had been shattered but not completely broken.

Before Roland could even react in horror, the dark purple chains began to wrap around his body and then disappeared into his body.

After doing all this, Roland saw the worried look in the eyes of the girl who called herself Elena.

But before Roland could ask anything, the other person vanished before his eyes.

It was as if the other party had never appeared.

However... after experiencing this somewhat inexplicable scene, Roland felt that his fatigue had disappeared considerably.

He immediately perked up.

Roland, who should have been happy about this, was not so happy.

He thought of those dark purple powers.

It's very similar to Iluvia's innate spell.

"Let's go see her..." Roland had a similar thought.

(End of this chapter)