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

Chapter 327 Even jumping into the Fountain of Wisdom won't clear my name.
"Ah... Fufu, why are you out? We thought you were asleep and didn't want to disturb you."

Flam's mother reacted quickly and was an excellent actress.

There was absolutely no intention to discuss the child's privacy or secrets privately.

Instead, they naturally tried to change the subject.

Unfortunately, no matter how good the acting is, it can't stop the person involved from having already overheard the conversation.

Furam's face was solemn, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and anger. She looked at her mother, who had a natural smile on her face, and her father, who looked curious but held back from asking any questions. Then she lowered her head in a gloomy mood.

Who first spread this news?

"Oh, we heard it from passersby on our way home," Frum's father explained quite naturally.

"Your mother and I stopped to listen for a while because we heard Ms. Celia's name and your name."

"Given the speed of its spread, it should have already spread throughout Avalon by now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Furam's father looked at Furam, whose aura had darkened, and subconsciously shuddered.

Seeing his daughter's murderous aura, before Floram's father could even offer any words of advice, Floram rushed out of the room, trying to stop the rumors from spreading further.

Although he felt it was completely futile.

It's too late to stop it now.

It would be good enough if they didn't embellish the story further and maintain the existing version.

But... looking at Flam's reaction, this child, who had always been very calm, actually blushed.

It seems the rumors aren't entirely false.

Tsk, even I, as a father, am now feeling complicated.

Just as Flam's father started thinking about random things, Flam's mother slapped him on the shoulder with an unfriendly expression.

"He can't even speak properly! This child rarely comes back, and you've managed to get him to run away again after just a few words!"

"You, go and bring her back now... Of course, it would be even better if you could bring back the human male who came back with her."

……

"Hmm~~ This hotel is quite nice. Although the rooms aren't big, the decor is better than the student dormitories at the academy."

Inside the hotel room, Roland looked around at the decor, then took out the sword manual, intending to take a closer look later.

He also took out his notebook, intending to record some experiments with rune magic.

A bad pen is worse than a good memory, and you can also concentrate better when writing.

Anyway, it's still early. I just finished lunch and I'm not hungry at all. I'll just go to that fancy restaurant where I had lunch when I get hungry.

The human food there tastes pretty good, and... I seem to have seen some local specialties that, judging from the pictures and names, are within the range that humans can accept.

Since we're already here, it would feel like something's missing from the travel experience if we didn't try the local specialties.

After placing the items on the table, Roland took out the greatsword called the Dawn of Destruction.

Finding a moment of respite, Roland swung his greatsword with one hand, his brow furrowed slightly.

Although it can be used with one hand, it is indeed quite heavy.

Moreover, no matter how much buffs he adds to his physical body, this feeling of heaviness remains, showing no signs of diminishing.

Strangely, even using only the most basic physical strength, the weight Roland felt did not change.

It's as if this heaviness can only be dispelled by holding it with both hands.

It feels like the two-handed swords in online games.

It must be equipped with both hands.

Fortunately, the room was large enough that Roland had plenty of room to maneuver.

After demonstrating the windmill sword technique that one has to experience when wielding a greatsword, Roland found the sword to be just what he wanted.

When held with both hands, the weight is just right; it's heavy but doesn't affect usability, and it has a unique feel to it.

The more you play, the more addicted you become.

Aside from not being very good at using greatswords, everything else is perfect.

Somewhat reluctantly, Roland sheathed his greatsword and drew the true holy sword Durandal.

The silent sword that had accompanied him all the way had finally disappeared, merging with Durandal.

The good news is... it retains the properties of Moon Spirit Essence Liquid.

In Roland's opinion, calling it Moon Spirit Essence Fluid Durandal is more appropriate than calling it Holy Sword Durandal (True).

However, under Durandal's influence, the originally pure black liquid turned into a liquid metal with alternating silver and black colors.

As for the feel, it's similar to the Silent Sword.

After playing with it for a while and feeling the greatly enhanced strength of the Moon Spirit Essence Liquid, Roland turned it into gloves and put them on his hands, just like before.

After playing with the new equipment, Roland planned to start studying, but before he could even sit down at the table, there was a knock on his door.

"Hello, excuse me, but we have complimentary snacks and drinks from the hotel, as well as vouchers for the evening restaurant."

"Does the hotel have its own restaurant?" Roland asked through the door.

"Yes, it's open to the public! And our restaurant has been named Avalon's most popular restaurant for five hundred years in a row!"

"And they're also good at human cuisine, so you don't have to worry about not being able to get used to it!"

Roland found the story very appealing, and seeing no ill intent from outside, he opened the door.

Then he froze.

Why are there so many people?
Roland was stunned to see the elven staff standing in the corridor. After a friendly smile, the waiter at the front handed him a tray containing food, a hard drive, and a voucher.

"Please put it away."

"...Oh. Why are there so many people?"

"I'm sorry, please understand." The waiter bowed apologetically. "After all, you are only the second human to come to Avalon in three hundred years. I guess they are curious about you."

"I see... but it's still better not to let them block my room." "I'm very sorry, I'll have them leave right away."

The waiter bowed again and then began to drive away the onlookers.

Roland didn't rush to close the door.

Because he also overheard what the group was saying.

"Is this the femme fatale?"

"It should be, after all, it's obviously a human."

"Wow, he's really good-looking. Even among elves, he'd be considered handsome."

"After all, he's the kind of man that made the Great Guardian of Secrets and her disciples fight over him in front of the palace. Being handsome is a basic requirement!"

"Indeed... what a pity, why is it a human?"

"Yes, even if she could only accompany him for a short time, she was willing to make those two fall in love with her. What charm that is."

"Yes, even though I'm a guy, I've started to be curious about and admire his charm!"

Roland: "??????"

Holy crap, what happened? What on earth happened?!
What's the story behind these strange rumors?

Alarmed, Roland quickly closed the door and began brainstorming, forgetting to even put the tray he was holding on the table first.

He quickly came to the conclusion that this was a wave of unfounded rumors!

Damn it! How could he forget about that group of bloodthirsty spectators who were unaware of the truth?!
After all, in their eyes, what just happened was a fight between two peerless elf warriors, and both of them had contact with a human.

After that, the bored elves took full advantage of their initiative and began to write a melodramatic love triangle.

Roland could deduce all of this from the words of the crowd of onlookers.

Damn it! Why did things have to go this way?!
It must be that those bored elves don't understand their own aesthetic sense.

He's a die-hard fan of the long-legged, big-shot Lei!

No, that's not quite right... Cecilia does fit both requirements quite well.

……

Roland was silent.

Then, helplessly, he looked up at the sky.

Hopefully, Furam won't mind this rumor.

...She probably doesn't mind this rumor.

After all, in her eyes, she should just be an innocent junior.

"Sigh... I feel like there are more and more variables happening today."

"I still have some dry food in my storage ring... I'll eat in my room tonight. I feel like going out to eat will attract unnecessary attention and discussion."

Roland thought this to himself, then looked at the hotel's complimentary items.

Three green cupcakes that look like they're made of vegetables.

A dark green cup of strange drink that makes you feel like you have to ask what the price is before you drink it.

Hmm... the specialty foods are also on point.

The hotel seems to be quite thoughtful; I must give it a good review before I leave.

The fact that they considered the guests' needs in this way shows their commendable service attitude.

I just don't know if they offer restaurant delivery service.

If possible, he would still prefer to have a hot meal.

When the time comes, just ask the hotel receptionist through the landline-like communication device in the room.

He wondered if he would be able to take one with him when the time came, but Roland felt there were still many business opportunities in this kind of product.

It would be suitable for someone to learn how to reverse engineer the advanced technology of the Elven race.

Cecilia gave him so much money, he needs to find a way to use it himself.

Thinking this, Roland lowered his head and began to look at the sword manual.

I'd rather study; studying makes me happy.

……

Avalon Secret Archives.

Besides the World Tree and the Royal Palace, it is the third most important place in Avalon, where the essence of the Elven civilization over tens of thousands of years is stored.

Countless techniques and technologies, as well as a vast amount of historical records that could drive the school mad, are all safely stored in this enormous archive.

As the sole guardian of the entire vault, Cecilia was looking in the mirror, using magic to heal the bruises on her face caused by Flam's punch.

"This child is becoming less and less lovable."

“I was so careful, I didn’t even leave a scratch on her, but she still hit me so hard.”

"Oh dear~~~ Where did that cute little guy from five hundred years ago go?"

"I really miss the days when that child chased after me, calling me 'Teacher' over and over again!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

After a frantic scream, Celia calmed down and then smiled with satisfaction.

He knocked the student unconscious. If that human had even a little interest in Flam, they would have already made it a fait accompli, right?

That's how people are written in storybooks.

The reality is probably similar, right?
The story involves a sleeping or unconscious elf being violated by a human, followed by a period of getting to know each other, spending time together, and eventually getting married.

With so many novels of this type in Avalon, surely they can all be fake?
(End of this chapter)