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

Chapter 328 The puppet closed the door, and the iron gate downstairs

As Cecilia thought this, she casually crossed her legs and smiled with satisfaction.

Then he started crossing his legs again, using healing magic to reduce the swelling.

It took half a day to finally get the bruises off my face.

"Sigh, this child's growth rate is really an anomaly among elves."

"When I reached this level, I was almost two thousand years old."

"I knew I hadn't misjudged her talent."

Celia has already begun to imagine Fram and Roland's wedding.

If things really work out, I, as the matchmaker, could at least be a host, right? After all, I'm that child's teacher, so that should be a perfectly reasonable and legitimate reason, right?
Just then, the magical doll created by Cecilia came over: "Master, Miss Flam has come to visit. She says she wants to settle a score with you."

"I haven't activated the defensive spells of the Secret Treasury yet, so she can't get in."

"I am here to seek your opinion."

Celia pointed to herself, puzzled: "You want to settle scores with me?"

“That’s right.” Dressed in a standard maid outfit, the exquisite doll, which was indistinguishable from a real person except for the ball bearings at its joints, responded in a completely emotionless tone.

Looking back at the maid-type magical puppet she had created, Celia continued, "Are you sure she's here to settle accounts, and not to express gratitude or something?"

“…Master, although my emotional module is not complete, I can still judge facial expressions.”

"Please decide as soon as possible, she has already begun attacking the defensive spells of the Secret Treasury."

"To prevent Miss Fram from being imprisoned for damaging important state secrets, I suggest you go out and stop her."

"After all, I am just a puppet, and I don't have the same power as you, Master."

“Although my core data is stored in a database, I don’t want it to be dismantled and reassembled.”

Celia sighed as she looked at the not-so-thoughtful maid: "Fine, fine, I'll go out and check, okay?"

"Thank you for your understanding."

……

As Cecilia approached the entrance of the secret vault, she found it somewhat strange to see the murderous aura emanating from Flam.

What's going on?
"Oh, my dear student, you don't look too well. Has something happened?"

Frum looked at Celiscia through the protective shield; "That rumor...you're the one who spread it, aren't you?!"

"Don't think that just because you've included yourself in the rumors, I won't suspect you!"

"I've said it several times! Roland and I don't have that kind of relationship!"

"What exactly do you want?!"

Celia was completely bewildered by her apprentice's outburst.

What rumors? What's going on? She didn't do anything!

At most, it's just about knocking you out and stuffing you into a man's arms.

"What rumors? What happened?"

Although Flam had a great prejudice against Celiscia, as her student, she still knew her teacher, who had a terrible personality, very well.

At least it's still possible to tell whether she's lying or not.

Celia's bewildered expression was definitely not fake.

She didn't know what had happened either.

Frum then suppressed her anger and relayed the rumors she had just heard from her parents to Celiscia, word by word.

When Celia was falsely accused of being someone who stole a man from a student, her reaction was...

"Hey! Is that really how the rumor is going on!?"

"really interesting!"

"Hehe, do you think we shouldn't meet now? Would it be more appropriate to pretend we have a deep-seated grudge?"

"Or perhaps we should go find Roland, grab him from either side, and force him to choose which one?"

Upon hearing this, Furam scoffed and turned her head away, her face showing both disgust and disheartened dissatisfaction.

"If that guy were to choose, he would definitely pick you, right? After all, you perfectly fit his aesthetic requirements."

"Big breasts and long legs..."

"Tch, it's just two big lumps of fat, isn't it heavy when you're moving around every day?"

"What's so great about being so big? You can live just the same without it."

"Humph!"

Seeing Flam begin to give up on herself, Celiscia's smile faded for a moment before she asked seriously.

"So... you really did fall for that kid, right?"

“No way! Who would actually steal their student’s boyfriend? That’s so tasteless!” Flam glared at her teacher and said righteously.

Celia gave a playful "oh," then asked with a smile, "So... if he's not your student's boyfriend, you don't care?"

"I..." Flam paused for a moment upon hearing this, then snorted, "Hmph, who would like a guy who only likes big-breasted girls?"

Celia sighed: "Really?"

"Of course!"

"Lying isn't good for a child!" Celia said, ruffling Flam's hair. "Besides, the tsundere archetype is outdated now. You'll only push the man you like further away if you keep acting like this!"

Flam: "...What does all this mean?! What do all these words even mean?!"

"Tsk tsk, the cultural and entertainment industry in Avalon has developed quite rapidly in the last three hundred years. Interested in reading some new best-selling novels?"

Frum turned her head away: "No need... but you should still handle this matter."

"After all, he is King Thran's guest. Wouldn't spreading such rumors damage Roland's reputation?"

Cecilia nodded: "That makes sense... but this is Avalon."

"Debunking rumors is a huge undertaking, and it's easy to fall into the trap of self-proof. The more you try to clarify, the more these bored elves will believe the rumors are true."

“Personally, I don’t mind… but you’re right, it’s not good for King Thran’s guests to be associated with strange rumors.”

At this point, Celia looked at Flam and said, "You need to reflect on this. If you weren't so easily teased and always wanted to duel with me at the drop of a hat, this rumor wouldn't have come about, would it?"

"(anger)"

Looking at the students whose faces were filled with anger and disgust, Celia sighed helplessly, "Sigh, they're getting less and less cute as they get older."

As she spoke, Celia reached out and pinched Flam's cheek when she wasn't looking.

"Mmm~~~ It still feels as comfortable as before." After savoring the familiar feel for a moment, Celia released her hand precisely at the moment her apprentice bristled.

"In short, it's quite simple to end this matter."

"You should go and create something even more hilarious."

"Elves are fickle creatures, and scandals don't really have many explosive moments; they're easily suppressed."

"Or... you can just take Roland and leave quickly. In a few days, no one will care about this anymore."

Based on her understanding of the elves, Celia offered her advice.

Frum also thought it made a lot of sense.

One approach is to create a huge commotion to overshadow the hype.

One option is to quickly run away and let things cool down.

It is indeed a very effective method.

Furthermore, Celia will also help handle some follow-up matters and distract the other person.

Although both were on the side of the rumors, Cecilia's status was special, second only to the three elven kings in Avalon.

Although she wasn't involved in management, no one dared to cross her.

As soon as Celia expresses her dissatisfaction with the rumors, they will quickly stop spreading openly, go underground, and then become "facts" through word of mouth.

However, if she ignores the rumors and doesn't react, there will be no feedback like "Look, she's getting anxious," which would actually reduce the credibility and spread of the rumors.

Moreover, based on Flam's understanding of Celiscia, even if she didn't do something big, Celiscia would do it herself.

After sighing, Flam temporarily set aside her prejudice against her teacher and nodded.

"No problem, Roland said he's leaving tomorrow anyway."

"The rest is up to you."

"No problem! You can rely on me without worry!" Celia patted her chest and assured her.

Frum rolled her eyes and took a step back: "The more you say that, the more uneasy I become..."

Just as Celia was about to retort and correct her apprentice's incorrect thinking, her gaze turned to the distance, and her brows furrowed.

The same was true for Flam; almost instantly, both of them felt a terrifying aura rising up.

Even King Thrann walked out of the palace, hovering in mid-air, looking solemnly at the street not far away.

A phantom image of a giant tree, no less large than the World Tree and radiating dazzling golden light, appeared in mid-air.

King Thrann scrutinized him for a while, his expression shifting from solemn to bewildered and helpless, before returning to the palace.

Fram and Celiscia had almost the same reaction.

The appearance of the giant tree phantom was clearly a significant anomaly, but the familiar magical aura it contained made the two of them, while shocked, also give rise to the same thought—Roland is really good at causing trouble.

……

Meanwhile, in the northwesternmost part of the continent, in the coldest region of the entire continent, lies the Demon King's court.

The Gargoyle Lord, who was in charge of guarding the Demon Clan's stronghold, suddenly stood up from his seat and looked at the newcomer in front of him.

That is the patriarch of the demon race, who has been active in the world since the Age of Gods, and is now the strongest demon race member—the King of Carrion Eaters.

However, the King of Carrion, who has now entered the realm of gods, looks weak and listless, clearly having expended a great deal of energy.

I need support. What you're seeing is just a projection of myself.

[If it weren't for the unexpected betrayal at the place I was guarding, and the giant golden tree that cut off the enemy's attack route, I wouldn't have had any time to catch my breath; the fall would have been inevitable sooner or later.]

According to my estimation, the shadows cast by the trees will last for a month... enough time for me to rest and recuperate the army of the Carrion King.

But this is just a drop in the ocean; I need the support of the royal court.

[Also, you previously sent a message saying that the Demon King... that child Sindura has been resurrected?]

The Gargoyle Lord nodded: "We have not yet received any definitive information regarding His Majesty's resurrection."

"What is certain is that her soul has been preserved and is able to move freely."

"The only problem is... His Majesty is now getting very close to humans."

"I can't tell whether this is a compromise by Her Majesty feigning weakness to the enemy, or whether she intends to cooperate with humanity after her defeat."

"If it is the latter, the demon race may face a split."

The demon clan's patriarch remained silent for a long time before a voice finally rang out from his pale, featureless face: "It seems that child has her own considerations."

Before that crushing defeat, she had already foreseen her own death.

At least in the grand plan she told me about, she was just an ordinary executor.

[The hero slays the demon king, humanity rises... the threads of fate have already woven their ending.]

Remember my reinforcements and supplies, Caesar.

We were both once united under Sindura's banner, fighting for a grand ambition that should never have belonged to such sinful creatures as demons.

Now that you've decided on your path, keep walking it.

Whether it's you, Doucuso, or Danso...

Before Sindura returns and before she understands the arrangements of her past life, don't let the demon race split apart.

As for the plans that the Demon King's Court is currently devising... I can only say they are foolish.

They were oblivious to the terrifying nature of their formidable enemy, and stubbornly persisted in their course of action.

However, this is also an essential step.

Just like how even if I were given a moment to catch my breath, I still couldn't leave this place.

As the conversation ended, in the boundless darkness, the eerie green light of the Carrion King's Court illuminated the darkness.

A race neither alive nor dead, rejected by the god of death from the moment of their birth…

The King of Carrion was unaware of the true thoughts of the Grim Reaper.

But he was very fortunate about this.

If it weren't for the unique nature of scavengers, this place would have already fallen.

He looked at the golden tree that had suddenly appeared from the darkness, rooted in the boundless darkness, obscuring his vision, and began to murmur.

The time has come... Sindura, the plan you once mentioned is beginning to be implemented.

In that case, I should... persevere to the very last moment for the day victory arrives.

(End of this chapter)