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

Chapter 346 Holy crap, what a cool bone dragon!

"Damn it! I can't get in touch with Roland!?"

The Demon King paced back and forth in the room in a panic.

She had messaged Roland an hour ago, and although she hadn't received a reply, she knew that Roland had already checked the message.

no reply.

At the time, she didn't think much of it, since Roland sometimes did indeed ignore her messages.

There must be something important that needs to be dealt with.

So she waited an hour before sending the message to inquire again.

But it failed!

The communication signal has been blocked!

This threw the Demon King into disarray.

After several unsuccessful attempts to contact her, she went directly to Iluvia's office and explained the situation.

"What!?"

Iluvia slammed her hand on the table and stood up abruptly: "Can't get in touch with them!?"

“That’s right, the communication methods have failed.” The Demon King’s expression was somewhat solemn: “I can’t summon that guy Flam, nor can I command anyone else, but you are different.”

After failing to contact Roland, Iluvia's face darkened, and she immediately began to call for help.

Just then, Remilia, who was looking up to watch the drama unfold and keep an eye on the situation, suddenly received a forced message constructed using vampire magic.

It's the kind of message you can't ignore even if you want to.

The piercing shriek attracted the attention of Iluvia and the Demon King.

Then Remilia saw the Demon King's terrifying eyes.

Then he suddenly shivered.

Even though the Demon King is now just a remnant soul, only able to maintain normal human mobility through a prosthetic body, she can never forget that terrifying look in his eyes.

Even though she didn't know the Demon King was a woman before she came here to work like a beast of burden, her several encounters with the Demon King were all through a helmet, and she could only see her eyes.

That look sent chills down her spine, and even now, even though the Demon King is no match for her, that feeling of fear still lingers.

"read."

The Demon King naturally noticed the change in Remilia at a glance; she was no stranger to the Blood Demon Clan's spells.

During the Demon King War, the Blood Demon served as the messenger of some confidential intelligence.

Remilia nodded quickly, then deciphered the spell and read out the information contained within.

"Dear Ms. Remilia, it's been a long time. I hope you are doing well."

"Please do not panic. The communication disruption is due to magical turbulence caused by the Absolution Council's operation. Lord Roland is safe and sound and is on his way back to Isfar."

"A friendly reminder to the human side: based on my and Lord Roland's brief investigation, the Amnesty Council has deployed three bishops and twelve recipients of the ninth-rank rank."

"The enemy is currently releasing the corrupting power of an extraterrestrial foe along the border of the Kingdom of Platia."

"Fortunately, the other side did not seem to dare to linger. After discovering that Lord Roland and I had intervened, they withdrew their power."

"But such power is not something that the Blood Demon King's Court alone can deal with."

"I hope Ms. Remilia can inform the human side of the information so that the Holy See and the Society can intervene in this matter."

"Addendum: The fact that the Academy attempted to initiate impeachment proceedings in the Council of Princes has been learned by a spy planted by the Royal Court next to the Queen."

"The king is buying time for that great sage."

"If possible, please get the human side to take action as soon as possible."

"Furthermore, it would be best if this matter could be reported to His Majesty the Demon King, thus proving the King's loyalty."

"Your sincere subordinate and teacher—Dracula."

After reading the letter, Remilia looked up at the Demon King: "Um... Your Majesty, I'm done reading."

"..." The Demon King remained silent for a long time, then put his hand to his forehead, looking somewhat helpless and speechless.

Iluvia appeared quite nervous after hearing this.

This time it's not because of Roland.

Instead, this infamous Blood Demon Prince Dracula would actually send such a message to humans?! Just to show allegiance to the Demon King?!
Looking at the perverted woman who had forcibly kissed Roland a few days ago, Iluvia felt a bit conflicted.

From the rational perspective of the future rulers of the empire, rashly trusting the Demon King is not entirely without risk.

But emotionally, she was willing to trust those whom Roland trusted.

After a moment of contemplation, Iluvia looked at the Demon King and said, "I'll go deliver the message. Do as you please."

The Demon King nodded, not stopping Iluvia from leaving, but walked to the floor-to-ceiling window of the office and looked at the snow-covered clouds outside.

She didn't care much about the other things that Dracula, this meritorious old minister, said.

Whether it was the absolution council's or Danso's acts of loyalty... though valuable, they were unimportant to her.

It's good that Roland is alright.

She trusted Dracula even more than Danso.

If it weren't for the difference in strength, she would have liked to recommend the other party for the position of ruler of the Blood Demon Royal Court.

He said Roland was fine, so he was fine. It must have just been a communication anomaly, and he should be fine once he left the interference range.

I'll just wait a little longer.

The Demon King simply stood by the window and watched, completely ignoring Remilia's trembling emotions.

She didn't feel much resentment towards her mentor who had taught her various blood demon bloodline techniques and skills, as well as all kinds of knowledge since she was a child.

Rather, she simply hated the brother who killed her father. She was very happy about the letter from her teacher.

But clearly, this letter came at a very inopportune time.

If only two minutes earlier!

Maybe then the Demon King wouldn't stay here like this...

Forget it, let's get back to work. I'll just keep my head down and get to work.

Once you shift your focus, you'll forget about this big shot's existence.

……

Meanwhile, in a large training ground that Legion Commander Elson had specially built on the outskirts of the city, the frail little catgirl Nash was on the verge of collapse.

"I can't learn it... I simply can't learn it..."

Seeing his beloved daughter lying on her desk with a look of utter despair, Sinos, who had originally resolved to become a devilish instructor, softened his heart.

He just couldn't understand why his daughter, who clearly had a good talent for dragon language magic, couldn't master the transformation spell.
Isn't it simple?

Those who cannot learn the transformation technique generally cannot learn to transform from a dragon into a human.

Transforming back into its original dragon form should be a very simple thing...

Sinos scratched his head, looking somewhat troubled. He had actually guessed the reason.

Tens of thousands of years have not been lived in vain. Even if there is no way to remove the abnormality on Nash for the time being, theoretically speaking, since Nash's essence has not changed, as long as he learns the transformation technique, he should be able to turn back into a dragon's body.

At least in theory, there is absolutely no problem.

But the problem now is that Nash can't learn it.

It's not that learning it is useless, it's that you simply can't learn it!
After much deliberation, Sinos sighed.

He began to comfort himself.

If you can't go back, then you can't go back.

These days, even the human realm is in chaos. If you can't turn back into a dragon, turning into a kitten is safer.

Anyway, the child has learned to use dragon language magic. Although he is a two-thousand-year-old juvenile dragon, he is still some time away from adulthood and his speed of accumulating magic power is not as fast as that of other races.

However, the dragon race's advantage lies in their innate affinity with the Great Source. As long as they learn basic dragon language magic, they can use powerful spells without using their own magic power.

Combined with their powerful physiques, this is what gave rise to the various legends of dragons.

Even though Nash lost the powerful physical body of a dragon, he could still use dragon language magic without any problems.

Although he stuttered a bit, he was able to master the basic techniques in just a few days of intensive study... which can be considered quite a talent.

I can't believe I didn't notice before!
We've just let this guy be a couch potato for so long!

Fortunately, it wasn't too late to discover it, and it's not too late to start laying the foundation now.

and……

If Roland is indeed connected to that king, runic magic should also be one of his strengths.

Although dragon language magic and rune magic are two completely different systems, their underlying logic is the same.

With Roland's guidance, my precious daughter's strength should improve very quickly.

He might become one of the few dragon language magic masters in the dragon race.

After all, dragons mostly fight with their bare hands.

There are many ways to deal with magic, and various means to evade it.

However, there aren't many techniques that can be used to target a dragon's body.

Therefore, there are not many dragons who are truly willing to delve into the study of dragon language magic.

Even Sinos himself could only be considered proficient in dragon language magic, not in-depth.

Just as he was about to comfort his beloved daughter and then cheer Nash up with a big meal, he suddenly looked up at the sky.

Beneath the layers of clouds, a massive bone dragon, its wings gleaming with a ghostly purple flame of death, was taking flight.

Sinos's expression suddenly became quite interesting, going through a series of transformations in a short period of time, from anger to surprise to horror and finally to sudden realization.

At first, he thought it was someone recklessly using necromancy to control the dragon's corpse, which is why he was furious.

But he quickly recognized the pure aura of death emanating from it, something that those mediocre necromancers or demons in the human world could not achieve.

Then, he suddenly remembered an ancient legend from Dragon Island... a legend closely related to the legendary god of death...

Thinking of this, he suddenly shivered and prepared to look away.

But the next moment he saw Roland and Kalia on the dragon's back.

Ah... it's Roland.

That's fine.

It's probably a newly acquired mount.

Young people nowadays are really amazing.

Seeing his father put on such a dramatic change of expression, Nash asked curiously, "Dad, what's with that expression?"

"It's like Leah ate an extremely sour lemon and then chug down a huge cup of black coffee."

Sinus asked helplessly, "What kind of analogy is that?"

“This isn’t a metaphor, Leah really did it.” Nash’s expression became quite interesting as he said this: “What’s with that skull dragon? Is it the corpse of a dragon from Dragon Island? I saw it fly towards the city, is it alright?”

Sinos nodded first, then shook his head: "Yes and no... Don't think too much about it. Besides, I saw Roland on the dragon's back, so he's not an enemy."

"What do you want to eat tonight? Dad will take you to eat!"

(End of this chapter)