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

Chapter 306 The Demon King, resurrected in glory!
early morning.

The weather in Isfar is exceptionally nice today.

Perhaps it was because of the previous battle between powerful figures that the clouds in the sky were dispersed.

Today was a beautiful sunny day.

After a long absence, the warm sunshine once again shone on the snow-covered streets of Isfar, bringing a touch of warmth.

Russell drew back the curtains in the lab. Having worked through the night to complete the prosthetic body, she hadn't expected to be so efficient this time.

Even though this production was completed with the Demon King's personal assistance.

Based on the fact that this master craftsman conjured such a strategic weapon as the Demon King's castle, even Russell had to admit, setting aside any stance or hostility, the former Demon King's expertise in magical technology, rune inscription, and alchemy.

Yes, the Demon King also has some knowledge of alchemy.

Or rather, any master craftsman skilled in making objects has some knowledge of alchemy.

Otherwise, some special metals simply cannot be obtained normally from nature.

With the other party's help and constant reminders, a prosthetic body that perfectly meets the Demon King's requirements is 90% complete.

With only final exterior finishing touches remaining, it will be ready for official use.

Of course, it can be put into use without repair.

For example, the Demon King has now entered that prosthetic body, but in order to maintain the stability of her soul, she chose to put the gauntlet that originally housed her soul on the prosthetic body, which still needs to be polished.

According to the Demon King, Russell will not be needed for the subsequent missions; she will make the adjustments herself.

This is good news for Russell.

She finished her work.

The rest of the work, besides teaching his apprentice martial arts, was making armor for him.

But Russell still had a question that remained unanswered... Why did the Demon King choose a female character?
Could it be that the Demon King is actually a woman, but disguises herself as a man to maintain the terrifying image of a demon king?
Just like that hero named Hinmel?
Forget it, this isn't a problem for an old-fashioned person like her to think about.

"Let's get some exercise. I'll go find Roland later and ask him about his needs for armor."

……

Russell left, leaving the Demon King alone in her laboratory without any worries.

The Demon King was at a loss for words when it came to someone's nonchalant behavior. She simply sighed and began to refine the details of her face.

She had Russell adjust the rest of the parts during the manufacturing process. He had already made an easy-to-adjust prosthetic model in advance, so adjusting the limbs and body details other than the face was not difficult.

The only part that needs precise adjustments is the face.

Although it's strange to sit in front of a mirror and sculpt your own face using various props.

However, to ensure a 1:1 replica, the Demon King himself was very meticulous.

For this first truly functional and complete body she had possessed in three hundred years, she would unleash her full power!
While recalling their own appearance in their minds, they slowly refine the details of their faces, a process that is far more complex than sculpting.

In other words, Russell is very skilled; she reproduced 80% of the details during the molding process, and she only needed to correct some parts that looked unnatural or dissimilar.

At the current pace, it should be finished by noon.

In a good mood, the Demon King began humming a folk tune from his hometown.

Although her soul is still incomplete, one-third of it is enough for her to form a relatively complete soul body.

The remaining two-thirds are mostly filled with various past memories.

She can no longer remember many past events and techniques, and even the growth of her magic power is limited by this.

Even with the help of a prosthetic body and a soul stone, she can only exert the strength of a fifth-circle mage.

However, she was still quite happy to be able to identify objects and people around her without relying on her magic senses.

Moreover, Roland's next move will definitely require me to appear as the "Demon King".

If she takes a gauntlet out, based on her understanding of her other two confidants, they probably won't really see her as a demon king.

Of course, whether he can collect the souls from all thirteen prototype machines is another matter.

Unfortunately, six prototypes and their souls were lost forever in the spatial turbulence because of her own interference.

Even if she wanted to merge, she couldn't.

However, if he can collect the remaining seven bodies, and with the effects of the Soul Stone, he can ensure the integrity of his soul, except for the loss of his memories.

In other words, with the Soul Stone, as long as she can collect half of the soul, she will have a true resurrection.

If all that's missing is a physical body, she can simply have Russell make one for her.

She believed Russell had the technology, but simply lacked experimental subjects.

I'm not some royal demon, so I can easily study two humanoid demons.

If all else fails... you can learn it on your own.

There's no reason why she couldn't learn what Roland could learn.

Putting aside other things, she naturally knew more about the basics of alchemy than Roland.

He kept busy like this until the afternoon. The Demon King sat up from his chair, put down his tools, and stretched.

While stretching, the Demon King silently noted the time.

As this body's first stretch, it's worth commemorating it properly.

Looking at his face in the mirror, which was exactly the same as his own, the Demon King first nodded in affirmation of his skill.

Then she prepared to go out and cause trouble for Roland.

The thought of flirting with a philandering man in front of Roland's three possessive girlfriends made her want to jump for joy. She'd had this idea ever since she realized in Isfar's dream that Roland could make her physically reappear.

She originally intended to keep her gender a secret, but she didn't expect that she couldn't hide it anymore.

Since we can't hide it anymore, we might as well be honest and tell the truth.

Hahahahaha! ! !
The Demon King laughed inwardly, then took a look at his own appearance.

In terms of height, due to the limitations of the materials used, he is shorter than his actual height.

He went from being over 1.9 meters tall to about 1.85 meters tall.

However, if you include the two horns on its head, it's about two meters long.

As for the clothes, Roland had instructed the tailor to prepare a set of clothes because of her advance notice.

However, she hasn't opened it yet.

But when she opened the stack of boxes piled up in the corner of the laboratory, she was stunned.

It wasn't the kind of long black dress she liked, or even women's clothing.

At that moment, the Demon King suddenly remembered what Roland had said to the silly cat that delivered the message.

[Nash, go find a tailor and have a suit made to fit a 1.9-meter tall man; the Demon King wants to wear it.]

Clearly, this silly cat doesn't know its own gender.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that very few people actually know their own gender.

If the words were passed on to the tailor, if he were the tailor, he would probably make a men's suit as well.

Although it's generally wearable, the suit, which was made to standard size, is a bit loose due to my frame size.

The pants are fine, the length is just right.

The coat is just too big.

The Demon King frowned and sighed, putting the suit back into the box and only taking out the shirt from inside to put on.

"Ugh... Damn it! Couldn't they have made the bust size a bit bigger?!"

The Demon King looked down at the two buttons on his chest that he couldn't fasten no matter what he did. With a determined effort, he inhaled, tightened his abdomen, and strained his hands.

Then, before the buttons and clothes could react, she managed to fasten the two buttons, but a deep cleavage was still inevitably revealed.

The Demon King then reached out and pulled up the white vest he was wearing as an inner lining, but unfortunately, the effect was only so-so.

With a sigh, the Demon King reached into the box, took out the black suit, and put it on.

After using a spell to conceal the horns on his head, which concealed his demonic features, the Demon King tightened his suit jacket, which also couldn't be buttoned due to his chest size, and then walked out of the laboratory.

……

"Well, my only requirements for the armor design are that it be lightweight and provide good protection."

"Of course, if it's impossible to have both, then just abandon the protective function and make it into a magical tool for amplification."

Roland looked at Russell in front of him and said, adding, "I told Professor Toran and Senior Brother Aslan about this."

"They said they've already boarded the magic train and are heading here; they should arrive tomorrow."

"Let's start when they arrive."

Russell nodded: "Okay, after discussing for several hours, we've come to a conclusion."

Russell then joked, "It's not easy to find you, kid. You're nowhere to be seen this early in the morning. Do the great nobles of the Empire have so much official business to attend to?"

Roland chuckled helplessly: "It was Iluvia... she drank the sleeping potion thinking it was a pick-me-up."

“I went over there this morning to help her stamp some documents, and then she kicked me out because she thought I was slowing down her efficiency.”

Russell: "..."

As the two were talking, the door was pushed open, and Kalia slipped in from outside.

Clearly, after a period of calm, this guy has returned to his usual carefree state.

He was holding a box of French fries and crunching away.

"Finally found you. That wicked woman said you were here discussing things with Master Russell. I didn't expect you to actually be here."

After saying that, Kalia walked over to Roland, sat down next to him, and handed him the fries.

Roland smiled and shook his head: "No, thank you. I just finished lunch."

“Oh.” Kalia nodded, then took back a serving of fries.

Russell stood up with a grin and leaned towards Kalia, saying, "If he's not eating, I'll eat some. I haven't eaten yet."

Just as Russell's hand was about to touch Kalia's fry box, Kalia leaned back sharply, avoiding Russell's hand.

He also adopted a wary expression, staring intently at Russell.

Russell could only sigh, then looked helplessly at Roland: "Why is this kid still so possessive of his food? He won't even eat two fries?"

Roland gently rubbed Kalia's head, who was on guard because of her possessiveness of her food: "Everyone has their hobbies..."

"This can't be explained by mere hobby, can it? And why can you eat it but I can't?"

Russellton felt exhausted and stood up, saying to Roland, "Judging by the time, the Demon King should have finished repairing the prosthetic body by now."

"They'll probably be coming to find you soon, right?"

"I have a feeling this guy is up to some kind of prank... You'd better be careful."

(End of this chapter)