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

Chapter 308 The Luo family's ancestors were once wealthy.
Why do you look so disappointed?

Roland looked at the Demon King, who had changed into a suitable outfit, and was very dissatisfied with the disappointed expression on the other's face.

My carefully planned restaurant visit was ruined because of the devil's actions, and I was the only one excluded.

Even the Demon King himself was allowed to go out, while he was the only one subjected to passive-aggressive treatment.

On the contrary, this guy went out for a stroll, ate a lot of delicious food, and even bought a well-fitting outfit with Cherlinina, but he still had a long face.

Setting aside the alchemical materials in his hand, Roland originally planned to use this afternoon to prepare the laboratory that Russell, Toran (who hadn't arrived yet), and his senior brother would need, as well as the materials and equipment that might be used to modify the armor.

But just as his team had gathered all the necessary materials and finally found a suitable empty room to temporarily serve as a laboratory, the group that had gone out to explore the shops unexpectedly returned.

In response to Roland's question, the Demon King sighed and said, "Are you really that clueless, kid? Prosthetic bodies can't eat."

"This thing, which is more like a humanoid machine than a body, can put food in its mouth, but it can't taste anything and has no digestive system."

"Eating food will only clog the body's systems."

"I can have a drink, the liquid will evaporate automatically by the built-in circuit. But I don't like coffee, which tastes bitter, even though I can't taste anything in it anyway."

"Also... I didn't see the reaction I was looking for."

"What kind of reaction do you want to see?" Roland had a bad feeling.

"Yeah, it's the kind of reaction where, after I forcefully kiss you, a bunch of women stand up and question who I am and what our relationship is, and then they start arguing and either become cold and distant towards you."

The Demon King sighed, looking around the makeshift laboratory and its equipment and materials, and continued, "It's a pity, it seems that only the passive-aggressive aspect is involved."

"And it was unintentional."

“Those little girls, apart from the girl from Cangya’s family, the other two, and that cat have always doubted my true gender.”

"These days, nobody believes you when you tell the truth."

"After buying the clothes, I made an excuse that I needed to adjust my new body and slipped back first."

"The three of them had a lot of fun and were even discussing going to a nearby satellite city to continue exploring later."

That's really a perverse hobby.

Roland thought to himself, then waved to the Demon King: "If there's nothing else, I'll get back to work. Don't block the door, the equipment hasn't been delivered yet."

"Oh dear, are you already trying to get rid of me?" The Demon King laughed, then turned to look into Roland's eyes and said, "I have nowhere to go~~~ I don't even have my own room."

"...I'll have someone arrange a room for you. The garrison building is lacking in everything except empty rooms."

The Demon King poked Roland's cheek with his finger, who was already getting impatient: "Sigh, what a heartless man. I helped you so much, and now that I've regained my true form, you're starting to despise me."

"Weren't you thinking of modifying the wreckage of the prototype into a suit of armor?"

"Don't you need any advice from me, the creator?"

Roland took a few deep breaths, realizing that the Demon King seemed to have something to say, so he asked, "What exactly do you want to say?"

"I just wanted to chat with you a little longer." The Demon King smiled, a serene smile that appeared suddenly without warning, causing Roland to pause in surprise.

"By the way, I remember the city's library wasn't damaged, was it? Take me there. I want to look up some things."

While Roland was still in a daze, the Demon King finally revealed his purpose.

Roland replied, "Just tell me what you want to look up, and I'll have Mash look it up for you. There's no need to go to the library."

"No, no, no." The Demon King shook his finger: "Admittedly... such a method of acquiring knowledge is very convenient, but if one becomes dependent on it, one will be unable to distinguish the truth from falsehood of information."

"Moreover, there are some things I want to investigate that I don't want that seemingly cunning sage to know."

Roland shrugged helplessly: "I was afraid the library wouldn't have it."

"Isfar's city library is just an ordinary library; it won't have many of the ancient books you're looking for."

The Demon King didn't care at all, simply put his hands behind his back and turned around lightly: "It's okay if there isn't any, just consider it a walk with you."

"By the way, haven't you acquired any new runes lately?

Roland rolled his eyes: "This isn't like cabbage, something I can just have whenever I want."

"Hmm? Really? I think you should consider it; you might actually be able to find it."

The Demon King uttered a meaningless remark, then dragged Roland out the door.

Roland, who was suddenly dragged out of the house, could only take out a black coat that he had worn when he was in Blackthorn Collar and put it over the white shirt he was wearing now.

The base has a magic array that keeps the temperature at a comfortable level, commonly known as heating, but there is none outside.

Fortunately, Roland's current physical condition allows him to walk in the winter snow and wind of Isfar, where the temperature drops to minus twenty or thirty degrees Celsius, even with just a shirt and a not-so-thick coat.

The library was not far from the residence, only a block away, a few hundred meters away.

The two arrived at the library in just a few minutes.

We only had time to talk about rune stones along the way.

"After all, the demon race's trump card this time is a rune stone, isn't it?" "As the saying goes, you have to use a rune stone to fight a rune stone."

Listening to the Demon King's somewhat nonsensical words, Roland retorted, "What kind of clichés are these? Did you make them up yourself?"

"Hey, just get the gist of it."

"Have you remembered something again?" Roland asked.

"No. It's just that my soul is more complete now, and with a new body, my previously rusty thinking speed has begun to recover somewhat."

The Demon King kept everyone in suspense, then pointed to the library in front of him and said, "I've come to verify my conjecture."

Roland sighed, "Alright, go find the book yourself. I'll borrow a book from the reading area on the second floor and wait for you while I read."

"no problem!"

The Demon King skipped and hopped into the history and mythology section on the fourth floor.

Because gods do exist in this world, history and mythology are placed in the same category.

Although the historical records of humankind itself are severely lacking.

However, through negotiations with the Continental Historical Society and among the spoils of war after the Demon King War, humanity also shared and seized a considerable amount of historical material from the elves and demons.

The society even has a dedicated department responsible for reconstructing the true general history of the continent from the historical records of the three races.

It has now been restored to a period of time a thousand years ago, a hundred years before the start of the Demon King's War.

Historians believe that it was the chaotic political situation within the Holy Ragnasia Empire in the past that enabled the Demon King's army to easily defeat this last great human empire that occupied almost the entire continent.

These were all pieces of information Roland had jotted down while frantically studying history books to understand the world's lore when he first transmigrated.

I didn't expect to remember it so well.

After a slightly smug smile, Roland turned and went to the fiction section, where he borrowed a book that seemed to be very popular recently: Baron's Detective Stories.

Roland had just borrowed the book and hadn't been reading it for long when he noticed someone sitting down in front of him.

Roland didn't think anything of it at first.

After all, this is a library.

Although Isfar's population has not fully recovered to its pre-cataclysmic size, including the garrison and their families, its population far surpasses that of the rural Blackthorn Territory.

Moreover, this is a library open to all citizens. Although you are not allowed to take books away to borrow, you can stay in the library for as long as you want during its opening hours.

It's not strange to have one more person in front of you.

After all, the window seats are quite sought after; they were almost full when Roland arrived.

But soon, the voice coming from across the seat left Roland speechless.

"I never expected to meet you here, Your Excellency the Grand Duke."

"It just so happens that I have something to tell you. I was originally planning to make time to visit you, but it seems that I don't need to now."

Roland put down the mystery novel he was reading at an exciting part and looked at Miss Machima in front of him.

That unique, magnetic voice allowed Roland to recognize the target the instant he heard it.

The princess Andreep's personal bodyguard took an envelope sealed with wax bearing the family crest from his suit jacket and handed it to Roland.

He then smiled at Roland and picked up the book in his hand, "The Old Man and the Sea Monster," to read.

Roland glanced at the heavily secured envelope and asked softly, "What's this?"

“As you can see, a letter.” Miss Machima gave a perfectly timed smile. “I don’t know what’s written inside.”

"But before I left, the Prince handed me a letter and instructed me to make sure it reached you."

"Also, this is a library."

Roland glanced at the other person, said nothing more, closed the book, and then opened the envelope.

The above-mentioned techniques, due to Roland's simple and crude method of opening letters, had the tendency to destroy the internal letters themselves.

However, Roland interrupted the spell's progress with a single spell, and by the time it was restarted, Roland had already retrieved the letter.

This is not a formal letter or state communication; Your Excellency, please do not take it too seriously.

[The reason for sending this secret letter through a trusted confidant is simply to reveal some past events. After all, once you truly enter the core territory of the Kingdom of Platia, with your keen insight and the Empire's intelligence network, you will quickly learn the truth.]

In that case, in order not to damage the trust between us, I've chosen to explain this in advance.

I saw the newspaper when you were granted the title of Grand Duke. Those signature grey hair and lake-green eyes are the very symbol of the Lancelot family.

Because of my mixed heritage, I did not inherit these traits, but my foolish, misguided younger brother, and most of the family members, possess them.

Therefore, I conducted an investigation...

(End of this chapter)