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

Chapter 265 I think you don't understand at all.

This sudden intelligence clearly shocked everyone present, but even more shocking news soon followed.

Behind Truk, another officer came running to deliver a message.

"Report! Seven prototype aircraft briefly appeared outside Isfar City, attacked a caravan that had just left the city, and then disappeared!"

Iluvia asked with a grim face, "What is the situation regarding casualties?"

"No one died! But the caravan members all suffered injuries of varying degrees."

"Furthermore, the caravan's goods have been stolen!"

"According to the caravan leader, the cargo was a batch of alloy materials originally intended to be transported from Isfar to the city of Heria."

After the officer finished explaining the situation, Elson gestured for Truk and another officer to leave.

After the two left, he turned to Flam and asked, "Ms. Flam, what do you think?"

“I’ll just sit and watch,” Flam said with a hint of helplessness. “You can think of those prototypes as machines that have self-awareness, but in reality, they still need to operate according to the Demon King’s initial pre-set plan.”

"But the problem is, we can't figure out what the Demon King's original program was."

"At least, we don't know the purpose of those prototypes other than aggregation."

As she spoke, Flam's expression also turned serious: "However, seven have already escaped..."

"They are also deliberately plundering alloy materials."

"If nothing unexpected happens, they either want to build a small Demon King's castle fortress, or they plan to mass-produce machines for the Demon Hand."

"Even if they had no purpose, the appearance of seven prototypes together would have been considered a natural disaster in the past."

"When the number exceeded four, these prototypes couldn't even stop those kings of the royal court."

“Escape is not a problem, but if a fight to the death breaks out, the victor will definitely not be one of the kings of the royal court, except for that carrion king who has not appeared since the end of the war.”

"Ultimately, these things are built so sturdily that they can even self-repair!"

"Unless one can unleash a powerful and destructive spatial spell, or at least a forbidden spell-level attack, it is impossible to completely destroy it."

"If we can't destroy it all at once, then things will get interesting."

"In short, spread this message. The message should reach the entire continent, and also be sent to the Society and the Holy See."

"Whatever the plans for these prototypes, they've been quiet for a while now, so they must be planning something big."

"Damn it! If it weren't for the need to keep Roland's identity secret, I would have used a teleportation spell to make that demon king talk to him!"

……

The night passed quickly.

As the sun pierced through the clouds, it shone on the snow-covered streets of the village.

Some villagers have already gotten up and started clearing the snow from their doorways before heading to the cellars next to their houses to retrieve some food for the winter.

Others gathered together, discussing how to thank the powerful blue-haired lady.

This person not only helped solve the problem of post-disaster reconstruction, but also used her familiar to kill many large monsters and beasts, which she then distributed to the villagers as gifts.

This means they don't have to worry about food this winter!

However, simply accepting their kindness was not enough for them, so a strange scene unfolded: a group of people ran to the square in the center of the village early in the morning to discuss something in the cold wind.

Of course, Kalia was unaware of all this.

"It's so quiet. There are no strange cultists or demons on the road."

In the early morning, Kalia stretched as she looked out at the street from her specially made shadow window, which she had adjusted with a spell.

Today, Roland will begin his formal studies and research.

According to this guy, the initial phase will involve learning and hands-on practice, and he will come back to rest every night during this period.

However, if it progresses to the final stage, which involves modifying the body and implanting circuits, then it may require spending a lot of time in the laboratory.

Of course, Kalia didn't care much about these things.

She has already decided to go with them.

Although it was pleasant and comfortable to stay indoors wrapped in a thick blanket and read a book, she wasn't so carefree as to ignore Roland's physical condition.

Of course I need to be there for those crucial moments!
Not to mention, she would get bored if she was all alone and had no one to talk to.

Although she had spent the last few days with the villagers and found them to be fairly simple and honest, Kalia simply couldn't connect with them.

Back in Blackthorn Territory, I could easily become friends with those older men and women!

Hmph, it must be because of the topic.

but……

Kalia glanced back at Roland, who was yawning as he walked out of the room.

At this moment, Kalia suddenly realized that she seemed to have gotten ahead of her so-called fiancée Iluvia and was already living with Roland!

It took me several days to realize what had happened!

It must be because they sleep in separate rooms!

After Roland goes to class, I'll dismantle my own bedroom and sleep in his room tonight!
No... why demolish it? Just knock down the partition, combine the two rooms into one, and then turn the two beds into one big bed, wouldn't that solve the problem?

However, before demolishing, you need to check whether it will affect the room's load-bearing capacity.

And then... hehehe...

Roland, who was yawning as he approached the dining table, intending to heat up the bread slices with a fireball or a Radiant Spear, thought: "?"

Looking at Kalia, who was twisting and turning by the window, Roland felt for a moment that the world was still quite peaceful.

Even Kalia started thinking about random things. I wonder what she was thinking about that made her so happy.

After shaking his head with a light laugh, Roland decided to use the fireball spell to heat the bread and toast it until both sides were golden brown.

The temperature of the Blazing Spear was still too high.

Looking at the slices of bread in his hand and the various jams and peanut butters on the table, Roland felt a little melancholy.

I should have brought more ingredients when I came.

That way I can at least make some breakfast myself.

There was flour on site, but kneading and making dough by hand was not within Roland's skill set.

It's just a matter of whether Kalia can handle it. Kalia has been in charge of the meals for the past few days, and considering the meals she had in Riskan before... even Roland had to admit that this guy's cooking skills were surprisingly good.

He's the kind of chef who could easily be the head chef in any regular restaurant.

Ask him when you have time.

While he was thinking, Roland had already heated up the bread with a fireball spell, and then he looked at the bottles and jars on the table and fell into a dilemma.

Finally, with a sigh, Roland brought the peanut butter to himself.

Although it was a bit dry to eat, he still clearly didn't like jam...

As for drinks, forget about milk; there isn't any in the village, and it's unlikely there will be. We'll just have to drink water.

"Hey, hey, hey, sighing first thing in the morning isn't a good habit."

Kalia had somehow ended up sitting in the chair to Roland's left, propping her head up as she looked at him: "Weren't you going to study with Master Russell today? Are you nervous?"

“No.” Roland shook his head: “Although her personality is indeed a bit abstract, it might be a bit troublesome to get along with her.”

"But I'm not nervous... I just deeply understand what it means to go from frugality to extravagance, but from extravagance to frugality."

"I've spent most of my life in an ordinary, unremarkable financial situation, so I should be used to the food I have now."

"But maybe it's because I've been eating too well for the past month or so, so now I'm not used to eating dry food and bread when I come back."

Roland then looked at Kalia and smiled, "Thank goodness for you."

"What are you saying all of a sudden?!"

Kalia's face flushed visibly.

Roland smiled, then reached out and gently tugged at Kalia's cheek: "Without you cooking for me these past few days with limited ingredients and seasonings, I probably would have become depressed."

"People can live in less comfortable places and wear simple clothes, but they must not neglect food."

Kalia lowered her head slightly and stammered, "If you... if you like, I... I might be able to think of a way to enrich your dining options."

Roland stared at Kalia, then said seriously, "No, thank you. Kalia, you know who I am now, right?"

Kalia nodded: "Yes, Grand Duke of the Empire. A high-ranking noble! Isn't that right?"

“That’s right.” Roland sighed, somewhat wistfully, “I didn’t want to either.”

"But as expected, people are fickle... I've decided to use my privileges as a high-ranking noble!"

……

"Report! Your Highness, a secret message has arrived from Platia!"

Upon hearing this, Iluvia put down her pen, gestured for the messenger to place the document on her desk, and then left.

After the other party left, Iluvia opened the secret letter while Remilia was peeping at her from next door.

Then she froze.

Seeing this, Remilia stopped working and asked, "Did that kid run out of materials? It's only been one night! And he wants new ones again?"

"Even if your empire has plenty of money, you can't just spend it like this, can you?"

Iluvia shook her head, then smiled. "It's just a few very simple requests."

"Hmm... This guy is finally starting to realize his place."

"Everyone knows they can use their privileges to seek personal gain."

Remilia leaned forward upon hearing this: "My dear Lady Iluvia, please provide me with the finest ingredients and seasonings, a variety of which are not repetitive, the more the better."

"???"

"That's all he said using this special, secure line?"

"For food?"

Iluvia waved her hand: "Well, everyone needs to have some hobbies, right?"

"I like good food, which is better than all those other random things, right?"

Remilia continued, "Are you so sure it was Roland who sent the message? Maybe it was Kalia. I think that would fit her character better."

Iluvia shook her finger: "I think you don't understand at all!"

"Understand what?" Remilia asked Iluvia hesitantly.

“Lia, no matter what it is or how good it tastes, she’ll choose to eat it.” Iluvia stated her stereotype: “If she were to send a message, she would never say ‘top-quality ingredients’ or require different kinds of ingredients; she would only say the more the better.”

Remlia: “…”

Is that how it's explained?
I didn't expect that, despite our seemingly incompatible relationship, you actually know that blue-haired girl quite well.

I don't understand, I don't understand. Humans are just too complicated.

(End of this chapter)