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

Chapter 322 The Blonde-Haired, Long-Legged Elf Sister

A busy and hurried meal came to an end.

Frum hurriedly ran to the counter to pay, and then, using persuasive techniques learned from human society, paid a small extra fee and received an invoice for three times the quoted price.

Roland did not object to this, but only raised his question after leaving the impeccable high-end restaurant, from its decor to its food and service.

"However... doesn't Avalon have any relevant review procedures? Can invoices really be issued so casually?"

Upon hearing Roland's question, Flam said meaningfully, "Roland... Elves are quite simple-minded in some ways, otherwise there wouldn't be so many legends and stories about elves and humans in human society."

“Normally, elves are easily deceived by human rhetoric.”

"As it turns out, the elves still haven't developed enough awareness of fraud prevention."

Roland: "..."

What's wrong with this petty little devil?

Did he start to reveal his true nature after returning to his hometown?

Forget it, I shouldn't think too much about the issue of reimbursement with public funds.

Even if the truth comes out, they won't be able to hold you accountable.

Seeing the satisfied Flam, Roland urged, "So now it's time to go to the palace, isn't it?"

"Even if King Thranan is not available yet, I would like to see the World Tree Park ahead first."

"Let's also see what it's like when the elves take a nap in groups on the lawn."

Frum sighed, "Fine, I just can't do anything with you~~~"

"Come on, come on, follow me."

Before Floram could maintain her mature adult demeanor for long, Roland spotted a troop of elven soldiers.

They were all handsome, muscular men, each over 1.85 meters tall, dressed in poorly made-up golden armor.

But what surprised Roland even more was that the finely crafted spears held by these neatly lined-up soldiers had a decoration on the top that resembled the muzzle of a gun.

There is also a very obvious trigger mechanism at the shaft of the spear.

It really is... a very eclectic installation.

Just as Roland thought that Flam and the shopkeeper had been arrested by the elven authorities for issuing false invoices, the soldiers in the ranks began to gradually separate and stand in two separate positions.

Soon, the soldiers lined up by the roadside, and a long-legged elf with blonde hair, bare feet, and wearing a light gold off-shoulder dress walked out from among them.

After glancing at Flam, who was already literally gritting her teeth, the glittering older sister turned her gaze to Roland.

Soon, a sudden change occurred.

Before Roland could react, he felt a soft touch on his face, followed by the solid feeling of arms wrapping around his neck.

"Oh my, you must be King Thrann's human guest! You look quite the handsome young man!"

"As expected of the proxy personally chosen by Lord World Tree."

"Let me introduce myself. I am the curator of the Avalon Treasury, responsible for managing all the knowledge recorded by the Elven race."

"You're also Frum's teacher. It seems you're her friend, right? In that case, you can just call me teacher."

"Of course, you can also call me by my name, Celia."

Roland looked at the overly enthusiastic older sister in front of him who only released her embrace after she had finished introducing herself.

Neither her appearance, nor her arrogance, nor her passionate personality seemed like that of someone who could raise someone like Flam.

but……

Looking at Flam, whose displeasure was written all over her face, Roland could tell that, at least in terms of the master-disciple relationship, she was probably better than her teacher.

At least Kalia was relatively kind to her, although she kept calling her "old woman," but at least she didn't show her dislike and disgust so clearly on her face.

It seems that this older sister named Celia may not be good at being a qualified teacher.

Roland coughed and then asked, "Ms. Celia, are you here on behalf of King Thrann to invite me to a meeting?"

"Oh dear, please don't call me 'madam'~~~ Do I look that old? Just call me 'sister'!"

Tsk, is this a habit passed down from generation to generation?
I could barely understand what Furam was saying.

After all, the other party is indeed considered young among elves.

But Ms. Celia is clearly not among them.

Forget it, just do as the Romans do.

I don't know why these immortal beings, who show no signs of aging on their appearance, are so concerned about how they are addressed in terms of age.

"Alright, Sister Celia, so you've come to take me to the palace to see King Thran?"

“Oh, what an impatient little fellow. Yes, yes, I’m here to take you to see King Thrann.”

Celia looked disappointed. After sighing, she pulled Roland into her arms. The long-legged elf, who was about the same height as Roland, whispered in Roland's ear, "Sister, I didn't mean anything by it."

"But, I've watched Furam grow up since she was little, so I'm practically her elder."

"So, tell me the truth... your relationship... it can't be just that of friends, right?"

"Although this child is still young, elves don't fall in love very often in their lives."

"Although I am not optimistic about the union between humans and elves, there are many precedents to follow."

"Lifespan limitations sometimes harm both sides simultaneously."

"But you..."

Cecilia laughed: "Since you were chosen by the World Tree and King Seran cares about you so much, you're definitely not an ordinary human." Roland: "..."

What on earth are these elves thinking?
Why are they all like this, one or two at a time?
Roland coughed, thinking it would be better to clarify this matter beforehand.

"Well... Ms. Fram is my lover's teacher and foster mother, and in my eyes she is just an elder."

"Eh~~~~" Celia was greatly disappointed, looking regretful that she hadn't gotten any gossip.

Frum clenched her fist silently.

Even though I know Roland is telling the truth, why am I so annoyed?
Why must we emphasize the word "lady"? Those wretched, short-lived creatures!

And another thing! This old woman only glanced at her once after she arrived and then it was over!
Hmph! Heartless woman!
I'll sprinkle pepper into your black tea morning and night! It'll choke you to death!
After explaining, to avoid the smelly older woman continuing to cling to his neck and make him stumble as he walked, he quickly changed the subject.

"Um... how do we get to the palace?"

"Hehe~~~It's a secret~~"

Celia chuckled softly, choosing not to reveal anything.

Flam, who was already quite annoyed with her teacher, directly exposed Cecilia's suspense.

“It’s very simple. We’ll go to the palace the same way we came to Avalon.”

“In Avalon, there are more portals than vehicles, roads and bridges.”

"With so many separate little spaces, without a good spatial transmission network, it's impossible to live properly."

"You felt it just now, didn't you? There was no discomfort at all when you went through the portal."

"This is the result of the elves' long-term development of teleportation techniques and technology."

After hearing Floram's explanation, Cecilia reluctantly let go of Roland's arm and turned her attention to Floram's head.

She used magic to transform her twin ponytails, which she had specially styled, dressed up, and maintained because she was going back to her hometown, into an afro.

Flam: "!!!"

"Old woman! What are you doing?!"

Frum was furious!

At this moment, the magical aura emanating from her body was becoming increasingly violent, surging, and intensifying!
Cecilia was equally unyielding. With her arms crossed, she released a magical aura far superior to that of Flam, instantly neutralizing Flam's oppressive aura.

Namo San, what a terrifying clash of magical energies this is!
Simply by standing between the two peerless experts, Roland felt an immense pressure that almost blew him away.

However, this standoff did not last long and ended in Frum's complete defeat.

Clearly, even among those in the first tier, there are differences in strength, and the gap can be even greater than the difference between an eighth-ring and a ninth-ring expert.

At least that's how Roland perceived it.

Even the two kings of the royal court who had met or even fought before could not exert such terrifying pressure on Roland.

Flam, who was known for her astonishing amount of magic power, was completely powerless to resist.

To be honest, is this the foundation of the older generation of powerful elves?
That's true. Magic power is something that can be built up over time.

Generally speaking, as long as there is no huge difference in talent, the longer one has possessed the magic, the deeper it is.

"Hmph, you dare to fight me?"

It seemed that seeing Furam's discomfiture made this older sister, whose personality was unexpectedly awful, happy.

With another wave of her hand, she changed Flam's hairstyle back to normal.

After doing all this, he waved his hand again to open a portal, leading a squad of soldiers and Roland to the palace area.

After passing through the portal, Roland found it difficult to take his eyes off the towering tree.

As Roland's gaze was fixed on the World Tree, a voice from the World Tree's consciousness echoed in his mind.

The voice, as if from a dream, quietly rose.

My son...the time for us to finally meet has come.

But please don't be impatient; it's not time for us to have a formal exchange yet.

Roland stood there stunned for a moment, failing to keep up with the two people in front of him.

Frum turned around and asked, "Hey, what's wrong? Were you scared by the World Tree's appearance?"

"...So be it."

Roland nodded.

However, his attempt to cover it up failed to fool Celia.

This treasure vault owner, who had lived for countless years, was naturally able to perceive Roland's communication with the World Tree.

While surprised, she was also a little jealous.

Despite being the true guardian and creator of the elves, the World Tree has never shown such favor to any elf.

Even the three kings of the elves need to actively request permission to communicate with that person.

Initiated communication has almost never occurred.

What is the background of this mysterious human boy who, according to Flam, has experienced a near-death experience?
Why did King Thrann's expression change drastically upon hearing this?
Why do they remain silent and even seem to be keeping quiet about the information they know?

Compared to these anomalies, the World Tree's inexplicable favor seems much more normal.

After all, Cecilia, as an advisor, knew King Thrann quite well.

That's why his brief display of surprise and panic left a deep impression on her.

(End of this chapter)