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

Chapter 339 Old Name, New Life

Watching his first new friend instantly turn against him and even breathe on him.

The girl felt like she was about to breathe out her own breath.

But for some reason, a voice inside her was telling her that the handsome boy in front of her was the legendary Lord.

She had imagined that the legendary "master" would be a stern, terrifying, and mean-spirited middle-aged man whose name couldn't be mentioned casually.

I didn't expect her to look like this, and she looks very young.

However, since even the ferryman of the River Styx looks like a young and beautiful girl, it's not unacceptable that the lord is a handsome young man.

It's better to say this.

Seeing the girl's expression gradually soften, Roland took out a portable water bottle from his storage ring: "Have some water, then get up and move around a bit."

"For now, you can use Kalia's clothes and shoes. I'll buy you a new outfit when we get back to Isfar."

"We'll be eating soon, beef broth with bread. After all, we're in the wild, so it's easier to just boil some soup."

"If you have any questions, let's talk about them after we've eaten."

"that's it."

Seeing that the girl was alright, Roland didn't linger. He turned and left the tent, then took the ladle from Kalia's hand and started cooking, also asking her to lend the girl some clothes.

only……

Why haven't these two come out of the tent after half an hour?
Does it take this long to change clothes?

Roland didn't continue to pay attention to the topic of girls changing clothes; he just stirred the soup pot while keeping an eye on the heat.

While doing so, I started thinking about how to use the new runes.

If the range of one's mental power is the same as the casting range of one's spells under the blessing of the rune.

Given the Rune King's ability to inscribe runes directly into the atmosphere, could I perhaps...?

Just as Roland was cooking and trying to develop new methods, Kalia's voice sounded behind him, and she patted him on the shoulder.

"Ta-da! I've dressed the child up!"

"Quick, quick, turn around and look! See if it's cute!"

"I put a lot of effort into doing this child's makeup!"

Why does this guy seem to have an overabundance of maternal instincts...?

Could they really be treating this girl like a child?

Roland turned around, then looked somewhat surprised.

Because the nameless girl was wearing the same casual clothes that Kalia had worn when he first saved her.

She wore a white cashmere sweater and a long black skirt.

Hmm... no, the styles are a bit different.

The white cashmere sweater has changed from a crew neck to a turtleneck.

The skirt remained unchanged, but Kalia seemed to have dressed the girl in black stockings, a subtle detail that could only be observed on the calves and ankles, areas not covered by the long skirt.

Even her originally loose long hair was skillfully styled into a bun and placed behind her head by Kalia.

Dressed up like this, Roland suddenly found it hard to connect her with the android girl who had been soaking in a jar before.

Noticing Roland's gaze, the girl shyly clutched the hem of her skirt and hid behind Kalia: "Is...is it strange?"

It's clear that after a while, she was able to speak, which is good news.

“How could that be!” Kalia was the first to disagree: “My judgment is absolutely flawless! Right, Roland?!”

“Ah…yes.” Roland nodded: “You’ve changed quite a bit; I didn’t recognize you at first.”

"R-really?" A hint of joy appeared on the girl's face.

Even though she has lost most of her memories, the fact that she can now speak and walk like a normal person is entirely due to the common sense about human life that Elena instilled in her before she left.

Otherwise, Kalia and I would probably have to take on the role of parents and teach each other to understand the world anew.

"You've come at just the right time. The soup is ready, we can eat now."

Roland smiled, and Kalia, upon hearing Roland's words, immediately took out a bowl of soup, along with a spoon and fork, and handed them to Roland and the girl.

"Come on! Let's eat first!"

Kalia's warm greeting made the girl, who had originally intended to ask some questions, shut her mouth.

The older sister named Kalia is right.

Let’s eat first.

Roland took a bowl and served everyone a bowl of hot tomato and beef soup.

In the cold woods of Isfar, after drinking a bowl of hot, sour soup, the girl felt her long-dormant body warm and agile, as if... no, she had indeed been reborn.

Looking at Roland, who was chatting and laughing with Kalia, her initial slight sense of rejection completely vanished at that moment.

Perhaps, just as the ferryman said, I will usher in a wonderful new chapter in my life.

Thinking this, the girl picked up the soup bowl and took another sip.

Ugh...it's so hot...

But... it's delicious.

Seeing the girl frowning as if she'd been scalded by the hot soup, Kalia suddenly remembered a crucial question: "Oh right! I haven't asked your name yet!"

Do you remember your name?

“Name…” the girl lowered her head.

She should have a name.

She just can't remember...

"Sorry. I don't remember."

The girl lowered her head, looking somewhat disappointed.

Even the hot soup in my hand doesn't smell good anymore.

Kalia didn't seem to mind, and simply smiled as she hugged the girl, saying, "It's alright, it's alright! Let's start a new one then! Consider it a celebration of our new life!"

The little bone dragon perched on the girl's shoulder also let out joyful howls, expressing its support with the flickering purple flames on its body. "But..."

But that's my own name.

The few things that truly belong to me.

If she could, she wouldn't want to give up like this.

"I brought all the research institute's documents and files with me."

"Let's take a look first; maybe we can find some records about her?"

Roland took a sip of soup, then took out a large box: "These contain all the remaining documents from the research institute."

"Let's look for it together after we finish eating."

Kalia was somewhat surprised: "Hey! You actually brought these out! I thought you were just saying it."

"I was thinking of going down to look for it later."

"After all, a new name... it's hard to accept for someone whose memories haven't been completely lost."

"A name is very important."

"Right?"

As Kalia spoke, she smiled at the girl beside her.

The girl nodded, then looked at Roland and murmured softly, "Thank you..."

"If we can't find it, then let's come up with a new name."

"A new name...a new beginning...not bad..."

Roland smiled and ruffled her hair: "Alright, come over and let's look through the files together."

The girl nodded, tilted her head back and drank the broth in her hand, wiped her mouth, then opened the box and began to look through the documents.

Kalia pouted, subtly displeased with Roland's behavior.

But he didn't say much, just sighed and started helping to flip through the documents.

This is truly a rare sight.

Kalia actually skipped eating to do something else.

Keep in mind that she didn't even finish a bowl of soup, so it's impossible that she was full.

Roland was somewhat surprised by this, but he didn't say anything. He simply helped categorize the files while the two were going through them, and then searched through them carefully.

This work was lengthy and inefficient.

Not to mention that this research institute has existed for a very long time, and the experiments conducted within it are not limited to human trials.

Finding the origin and name of an experimental subject from countless charts and data is no easy task.

On the worst, the research institute may not have kept the names of the test subjects at all; after all, using code names to refer to and identify the subjects was sufficient.

Record names?

It doesn't matter at all.

Roland now only hopes to find out the origin of the experimental subjects, so that he will at least have a clue to follow the investigation.

Although four hundred years have passed and wars have taken place, thanks to the powerful intelligence network and the connections of the society, it is not entirely impossible to find any clues.

But just as Roland was about to use "big data" to find clues, Kalia exclaimed in surprise, "Hey! I found it! Roland, come and see if this is it!?"

Kalia excitedly handed over the documents in her hand.

Although she felt she was probably right, well... she had always been considered not very smart by those around her, which made her somewhat insecure.

Just to be on the safe side, and to avoid embarrassment or making a mistake, she decided to have the smartest person present double-check.

Roland accepted the stack of documents, which was about ten pages long, under the hopeful and eager gaze of the young girl.

The heading of the document is also very clear and concise—the source and capabilities of the experimental subjects.

Roland's eyes lit up.

He then quickly flipped through the report.

Soon, Roland saw the detailed record of the experimental subject written in the report.

It may be hard to believe, but this nameless girl was indeed the only human subject used in this research institute.

From the few words in the experimental report, it can be seen that this place was once a weapons research institute of the Holy Empire.

Responsible for manufacturing high-powered strategic weapons.

It also mentions that it was because of the discovery of this girl that the Elector of the Lancelot family decided to begin the research and development of a secret weapon.

The reason is simple: the army belonging to the Pratia territory stopped to rest in a small town while fighting the Demon King's army. They then discovered the town littered with the corpses of both humans and demons.

Neither of them had any injuries; they looked as if they were simply asleep.

Only a girl who looked about seven or eight years old sat helplessly among the corpses.

Then, as the soldiers prepared to take her away, an unknown force erupted from the girl, killing a third of the small search and rescue team.

If it weren't for the existence of the unique race of Heart-Beating Demons in the Demon King's army back then, which led to the widespread use of personal soul defense devices by human soldiers, the death toll would have been more than a third.

Fortunately, this power only unleashes its unimaginable force within a three-meter radius of the girl; its destructive power weakens once it leaves that distance. Otherwise, it would be questionable whether these individual soldier equipment would even be effective.

In the end, in this small town called Ilycia, the soldiers who had won the girl's trust took the girl, named Polycia, away from the town.

Upon receiving the intelligence, the Elector ordered the military to send the girl to a research institute instead of the safe and beautiful new home that the soldiers had originally promised.

After summarizing the situation in the report, Roland told the two of them the story.

The photograph of the experimental subject at the end of the report also proved that the girl in Polysia was the same unnamed girl.

Although what's in front of me is that nameless girl's android.

But Roland knew very well that... the girl's soul, protected by the primordial runestone, had not completely disappeared.

Instead, it was transferred into the body of this android.

"Pollysia, is it alright if I call you that from now on?" Roland put down the report and smiled at her.

(End of this chapter)