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

Chapter 302 Nash: Quack! I don't want to go on the lab table!
The next day.

After Roland finished washing up, put on the suit he had come to use for formal occasions, yawned, and prepared to go out for a meeting.

Damn it, I'm a Grand Duke of the Empire now. Shouldn't a noble of this rank be doing nothing and spending his days at home indulging in luxury?

Why does it change when it happens to me?
Roland sighed.

Although now I don't have to worry about money, and I don't have to run around for a little commission fee.

But compared to spending his days holed up in a meeting room, scheming and plotting, he felt that running around was a good alternative.

When the thought popped into his head, Roland gave a somewhat helpless and self-deprecating laugh.

Sometimes people are just like that; after gaining a life of luxury they never dared to dream of before, they start to miss the days when they lived a frugal life.

"Judging by the time, the meeting doesn't start for another hour... Did we get up too early?"

"I don't really have an appetite for breakfast."

Roland muttered to himself, glanced at the Demon King lying quietly on the table, and seeing that the other party had no reaction, he simply pushed the door open and left.

Although I don't have an appetite, since it's still early, I'll eat some breakfast to fill my stomach.

After all, it was a formal tripartite meeting, and the wrangling and planning stages were bound to be less smooth than expected.

Rather than having the meeting extended and causing me to miss lunch and go hungry, I'd rather eat some breakfast.

Just as Roland stepped outside, he saw Kalia and Flam passing by his door on their way to the cafeteria.

However, the mental state of the old man and the young man was indeed quite poor at the moment.

Kalia didn't say much, remaining the same as usual. It seemed that she hadn't paid much attention to the information she had revealed last night. At the moment, she was still talking about the breakfast options in the Legion's canteen.

However, her eyes were a little red and swollen, so it seems she wasn't completely unaffected, but she managed to calm herself down in time.

Hmm, Flam is a pretty good teacher.

Then Roland looked at Flam, who had large dark circles under her eyes.

Obviously, Roland knew without asking anything that this guy hadn't slept much last night.

Moreover, it wasn't just about staying up all night; it must have taken a lot of effort and energy, otherwise a legendary mage would never have shown signs of mental fatigue.

Indeed, it's more appropriate for elders to offer comfort in this regard.

After all, he's not really good at comforting people; all he can do is offer understanding and support.

At least he didn't seem to mind too much the somewhat creepy instincts Kalia displayed last night.

Roland even felt that having this skill would make disposing of bodies much easier.

In short, Roland is now very glad that he ran fast last night.

Otherwise, I would inevitably have to go to meetings with dark circles under my eyes.

"Hey."

With a somewhat impatient shout, Roland felt something grow on his head.

Reaching out, I pulled out a small white cat that had gotten a bit chubby from eating so much these past few days.

After expertly gripping the back of its neck, Roland looked at the silly cat in his hand and asked, "You still remember appearing? I almost forgot I had a pet like you."

"Tch, you call yourself a pet? You can't even feed it properly!"

The somewhat disgruntled silly cat rolled its eyes at Roland and then said, "You've already seen Leah, aren't you going to go up and say hello? That's not like you."

Roland laughed: "Today is an exception. I think at this moment, she might need an environment where I'm not present to think about things."

“After all, there’s no way she didn’t notice that I was right behind her. She just walked past my door, and I didn’t try to hide the sound of the door closing.”

Nash sighed; "I don't really understand you humans... By the way, what did you do to Nina yesterday?"

"This guy has been grinning like an idiot ever since he came back from outside. Well, that's not entirely accurate, but he's been wearing a constant smile."

"What did you do?" Roland thought for a moment: "It doesn't seem like I did anything specific."

"It was just the two of them wandering aimlessly around the city, going wherever they ended up."

"I went shopping, had some late-night snacks, bought some small accessories with her, and then came back."

Nash fell silent, looked at the oblivious man in front of him, and sighed.

Well, I've lost all desire to complain about it.

She's more concerned about personal matters now: "By the way, didn't you say you were going to take me back to Dragon Island?"

"When do you plan to leave?"

Roland shook his head: "I don't know."

“You know the situation at sea better than I do, and even you don’t know the exact location of Dragon Island.”

"It's obviously unrealistic to try to bring you back by sailing."

"I will indeed be going to Avalon soon, but it's an official invitation, so only Ms. Flam and I can use the elven teleportation array. I probably won't be able to take you with me."

"Don't worry, don't get angry right away. Although there's nothing we can do right now, I'll have the elves send a message to Dragon Island later." "If we can't go there, surely they can come, right?"

After listening to Roland's story, Nash's ears drooped, and he seemed somewhat uninterested.

"So... the embarrassing story of me turning into a cat will be reported back to Dragon Island along with the distress call?"

"Isn't this good news? At least you can go home." Roland smiled and poked the silly cat's pink little nose.

"This is absolutely terrible news!" Nash yelled. "If this news gets back to Dragon Island, I'll be socially dead! I'd rather not go back!"

“If that’s your wish… then so be it.” Roland pondered for a moment and nodded, then sighed and said, “To be honest, although I really want to experience the legendary dragon knight’s style.”

"But after all this time, even if you haven't done anything particularly meritorious or hard-working, you've at least become a familiar face."

I will respect your wishes.

"Hey! What do you mean by 'no merit or effort'? You should at least have contributed something!" Nash shouted in dissatisfaction, then quickly backed down, feeling guilty.

She tried to articulate her contributions to the team's adventures.

Then she discovered, quite sadly, that her contribution was almost zero.

Why do you say almost?
Because she felt that although she hadn't been able to help at all, at least the girl was very cute.

Providing some emotional value can be considered a contribution, right?

Roland didn't intend to continue the topic, but simply smiled and said, "Alright, stop arguing. Come on, I'll take you to meet some important people. Maybe they can help you turn back?"

"After all, it was just a momentary lapse in judgment by the Demon King that turned you into a cat. Since it was a mistake, there must be a way to resolve it, right?"

"Although Ms. Fram has no solution, the cardinals of the Holy See and the great sages of the Academy may have some strange and wonderful methods that we could try."

Nash shrank back upon hearing this, as the Vatican's image on Dragon Island wasn't actually very good.

According to the dragons themselves, there was once a giant dragon that wreaked havoc on the continent, and was then beheaded by a guy named Saint George.

The dragon head was hung at the gate of the Papacy as a trophy, while the rest of the body was used to make weapons and armor.

She heard many dragon-slaying stories from her parents when she was a child.

She was so scared she almost couldn't sleep.

The image of the association is equally worrying.

Although there is no legend like the dragon-slaying myth to support it, the image of a research fanatic or mad scientist is still very deeply ingrained in people's minds.

In the stories of dragons, dragons, creatures whose entire bodies are treasures, would be considered leniently beheaded if they fell into the hands of researchers from the Society; it would be considered euthanasia.

The disobedient little dragon will be captured by the researchers of the society and used as experimental material!
Nash soon began to tremble, and the frequency of the trembling made Roland think that his hand had been put into vibration mode.

"what happened to you?"

"N-nothing... Roland, do you think I might be used as a valuable experimental subject?"

Hearing Nash's question, Roland thought about it seriously and then answered, "I'm sure of it."

"After all, no matter how you look at it, the fact that a dragon can turn into a cat, and even a catgirl, and can switch back and forth between cat and catgirl forms is something that is very valuable for research."

As Roland spoke, he hugged the silly cat, who was on vibrating mode, and rubbed her little head, saying, "You're a one-of-a-kind material, you must be in high demand."

"According to Mashu, any part of your body should be the subject of a fierce battle."

Upon hearing this, Nash trembled even more violently.

Even Roland, who was holding the cat, began to tremble slightly.

It's a case of shaking first, then shaking.

Roland had discovered something very interesting, so he continued his story.

"Although Mashu studies mechanics, she knows quite a few researchers who study monsters."

"I heard that what those guys like to do most is dissect monsters and study the magical flow circuits in their bodies in order to develop new technologies or targeted potions and tools."

"Because of the special nature of the research, many monsters were not actually dead when they were dissected on the experimental table."

"They were just anesthetized, so they couldn't move and could only watch as the researcher's scalpel fell onto their bellies..."

As he spoke, Roland extended a finger and gently traced the nail on Nash's slightly rounded belly.

Something interesting happened.

Nash has stopped shaking.

The cat instantly fell into a state of despair and paralysis.

Then, Nash, who had remained silent, finally spoke up and asked, "Roland... I... I suddenly don't really want to turn back... Why don't you let me go, I... I'll go back and play with Nina..."

Roland chuckled amusedly and gently rubbed the silly cat's head: "Hey~~~ that's not up to you."

"The Great Sage offered me a pretty good price!"

"Quack! I don't want to go on the lab table! Nina! Help me!!!"

(End of this chapter)