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

Chapter 311 Your Dad's Here
A massive figure, as large as a mountain, is currently passing over the ocean... a region that is now mostly a no-man's-land.

Its enormous size, enough to briefly obscure a section of the sky, did not affect the beast's flight speed.

flapping its wings, flapping its wings again.

The giant dragon, with a solemn expression, flapped its wings rapidly.

More than two months have passed since he left Dragon Island.

Countless evil god creations along the way tried to attack him, and even gathered the writhing shadows in the sea to form another giant dragon to fight him.

Hmph, such a low-purity enemy is naturally no match for him.

However, the journey was inevitably delayed.

"Tsk, if it weren't for Dragon Island..."

"Well, there's nothing we can do about it. Since we've decided to fly outwards, we've already anticipated these difficulties."

"But has the situation at sea become that bad?"

"If it weren't for the advantages of the dragon's body, we would have almost crashed."

"Has the power of the evil god already enabled it to generate a large number of legendary-level creations on the high seas?"

"Damn it, what exactly happened on the continent? This is different from what the Dragon God said."

"Didn't they say hope has arrived? Where is that hope?"

"Never mind, I hope my baby daughter is alright."

"Although the life-saving spell left on her has failed, the magical reaction has also shown some abnormalities."

"But at least they're still alive."

"Although it was two months late, it's surprisingly alive and well."

"It seems we don't need to use the Dragon God's favor."

The six-winged dragon increased the speed of its wing flapping once more. Even though its body was as large as a mountain, its proportions were surprisingly harmonious, and its slender body transformed into a blue stream of light.

After its body disappeared, pure wind element stirred up a hurricane.

……

"That's roughly the situation, Your Excellency. What's your opinion?"

After relaying the general situation to Clark, Roland accepted the tea that Suren offered, gave him a polite smile, and then took a sip of the tea.

Clark stroked his beard, reading the contents of the letter as he said, "I'm not surprised that you don't care about the throne."

"Although I haven't lived as long as some of the people around you, I've seen far more different kinds of people than they have."

"I can be quite proud of my ability to judge people."

"So... I grant your request."

"After the Great Sage Erebus departs, I will also take these paladins and the inquisitors led by the child Suren to the city of Heria ahead of him."

Ultimately, the one truly caught up in this vortex is the Vatican.

"Whether it's the Academy or the Empire... although there is a risk of war, I think the Empire is just trying to avoid and reduce losses."

"If a real war breaks out, the Society, which has always cooperated closely with the Empire, will not stand idly by. The weapons of war they manufacture are enough to make up for the gap in combat power."

"The Demon King of yesteryear has already proven this."

"A sufficiently powerful magical weapon fortress is more threatening than an ordinary legendary powerhouse."

"On the contrary, if the Holy See is really driven out by the demons through such means and loses its base of the Federation of Nations, then it will be severely damaged."

Clark laughed as he spoke: "Faith... something that the gods didn't care about before, is now being valued by them more and more."

"It has even gradually become a major task of the Papacy."

"Spread the faith, expand the number of believers, and then find the true believers..."

“To be honest, as a devout ascetic, I shouldn’t have said such a thing.”

“But Lord Roland… this is not what a god should look like, nor is it what I imagine a god should look like.”

"What difference is there between a god who only knows how to demand faith and a greedy merchant who only knows how to make money?"

Clark's eyes suddenly sharpened, and a few golden rays shot out from them: "Sir, please remember these words."

"Perhaps one day... I will come seeking help, just like you are now."

"I hope that at that time, Your Excellency and the Empire will be able to provide me with some assistance."

Roland pondered for a moment, then quickly gave his answer: "In the name of the Duke of Riskan, I grant your request."

"Even if the Empire is unable to provide assistance at that time, I will still provide you with the assistance I can."

"The premise is... that you have not committed any crimes that violate human ethics or betray the human race."

Clark laughed: "Of course. In the end, this joint operation, and my request just now, are all just precautions."

"Please return, Your Excellency. There is no time to lose. I need to announce the news as soon as possible and also contact the Holy See's channels."

"After all, according to your plan, it is not appropriate for us to enter the kingdom openly."

Clark smiled kindly, but his expression already conveyed a sense of urgency, as if to dismiss him.

Roland didn't notice the change in the other person's attitude and simply got up and left.

He certainly has a lot to do.

For example, having dinner or something.

This can't be delayed. Suren still saw Roland out of the hotel, and before parting, she said, "My teacher... is actually quite unique in the Vatican."

"Don't take some of what I say too seriously."

"Oh right, wait a minute!"

Suren seemed to remember something and took out a small gift box from her storage ring.

"Although we haven't known each other for very long, we've been through quite a bit together, so we can be considered friends, right?"

"This is a belated New Year's gift, so please keep it safe."

After saying that, Suren shoved the gift box into Roland's hand and ran back to the hotel.

Roland accepted the belated New Year's gift with a mix of amusement and exasperation, planning to open it and see what was inside when he got home.

After leaving the hotel, Roland went straight back to the Legion headquarters and then went to the canteen for a dinner that was both delicious and plentiful.

Although Roland visited quite often, the officers, sergeants, and soldiers in the mess hall would still gather around to get a glimpse of the Grand Duke's true appearance upon seeing him.

A few of the bolder ones even tried to take a group photo.

However, given Iluvia's reminder, and to prevent these guys from using the photos to scam people, Roland glared at them and shut them down.

On his way back after finishing his meal, Roland unexpectedly saw Cellina walking her cat, or more precisely, taking her feline companion for a walk.

"Roland, you're finally back. What happened?"

"Hmm. Things are a bit complicated... but if I had to put it another way, it's a good thing."

"By the way, why is this guy staring at me?"

Roland pointed to Nash, who seemed quite resentful, and asked.

Upon hearing this, Celinina thought of Nash's monotonous speech that he had been repeating for almost a day, and covered her face with a headache.

"It's probably because you scared her with your prank before. She had a good scolding while you were away."

Nash: "Ha!!"

Looking at the kitten girl hissing at him, Roland couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Yes, I am worried.

Although Cellina seemed to have gotten used to raising the little guy like a pet cat, Roland hadn't forgotten his true identity.

While there's no immediate concern for Nash's safety, Roland is worried about her mental health.

What if this guy really thinks he's a cat?
Even their lifestyle habits are starting to align... their breath and their fur standing on end, although you can't really see the fur standing on end in human form.

Thinking of this, Roland squatted down, then, ignoring the little cat girl's wishes, rubbed her head and asked with concern, "Have you been feeling unwell lately? Or experiencing any discomfort?"

"...What are you doing?"

What I fear most is Roland's sudden concern.

Nash silently took Cherlinina's hand and hid behind her.

Roland sighed: "I'm wondering if you've really been assimilated by cats, causing problems with your soul."

"Although the Demon King said he didn't have many tricks up his sleeve in terms of spells... I also miscalculated. When I met the Blood Demon Lord, I didn't ask you about your situation properly."

"I must remind you, although life as a cat is very comfortable, you are a dragon!"

“Dragon? (Unconcerned)” Nash tilted his head: “But I’m not one now. I don’t think being a cat is so bad.”

Listening to their conversation, Cellina seemed to remember something and said to Roland, "By the way, Roland, have you considered the possibility that her family might come looking for her?"

Roland stood up and scratched his head: "To be honest, when I first took her in, I never thought I would really keep raising this little one forever."

“After all, according to her, I destroyed the life-saving spell left by her father. Logically speaking, even if I could sense that the child’s vital signs were fine, shouldn’t I have come to check on her?”

"Or we could use some kind of teleportation magic to find out."

"But strangely enough, no dragons came to cause trouble."

"So much so that for a while I almost forgot she had parents."

Nash, upon hearing this, also chimed in with a sarcastic remark: "After all, they are two heartless parents... although I don't know if they have any means to sense my life state."

"But if it really is... they really are capable of doing things that they wouldn't come looking for me."

"According to my mother, as long as the dragon's destiny hasn't been revealed, it's not a big deal."

Roland felt his expression at that moment should be that of a standard sweating soybean, and then asked, "And what about your dad?"

"He does care about me, but he's too busy with work. I think my mom will probably persuade him to stay."

"Otherwise, it wouldn't have taken two months for them to come looking for me."

But as soon as Nash finished speaking, her expression changed.

It was a strange expression, a mixture of surprise and panicked terror.

However, Roland soon realized why Nash had that expression.

A colossal dragon, as massive as a mountain, yet possessing a beautiful and slender form, a six-winged dragon unlike the Western fantasy dragons of his traditional impression, blotted out the sky.

"Nash! My darling daughter! Where's your dragon?! Your dad's here!"

"You ungrateful humans! How dare you kidnap my daughter!"

"Do you think that the pact between the former King of Man and the Dragon God will allow you to do whatever you want?!"

(End of this chapter)