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

Chapter 383 Using the Demon King to Command the Demon Race

Wilma Serax.

When the name appeared in the information provided by Neve, Cellina's emotions almost instantly spiraled out of control.

The riotous magic nearly destroyed the room where they were.

If Roland hadn't fully recovered from his injuries and used his innate spell to eliminate Cellina's magical fluctuations in time, everyone would probably be exposed to Enva's terrifying extreme cold and be chilled by the cold wind.

Not only Cellina, but even the Demon King showed a hint of disgust on his face.

They seem to thoroughly dislike the owner of this name.

"Looks like some interesting information has emerged... It seems I don't even need to guess anymore."

Roland smiled, then walked up to Cellina, who was trembling with anger, her head bowed and fists clenched, and gently embraced her.

Then, Roland leaned close to Cellina's ear and whispered something.

"Alright, alright, you mentioned revenge to me when we were at sea earlier."

"Back then you said revenge was like an ant trying to shake a tree, it was just sending yourself to your death, even if I helped you, it would be the same."

"I thought you were taking revenge on someone really important."

"He's just a commander of the royal army. I'm confident I can handle someone like him."

"Don't worry about the consequences or the risks. Leave everything to me."

Cellina didn't answer. She was about the same height as Roland, not much shorter than him. She simply buried her head in Roland's arms, then hugged him back and began to sob softly.

Even the pointed ears that were originally standing upright drooped down.

The Demon King stood aside, rolling his eyes as he watched the young couple being affectionate. Then he turned to look at the bewildered Polycia beside him and said, "See? This is what a pair of lovey-dovey couples do. Don't try to be like them in the future."

"Oh……"

Polycia nodded slowly, feeling that the world was somewhat absurd.

Even if her memories are incomplete, her memories of the Demon King are still very vivid.

But I never expected that after waking up, the Demon King would turn from a terrifying enemy of humanity into a beautiful older sister who loves to make sarcastic remarks.

...Could it be that I'm still dreaming, and all these past few days have been a dream?

This all seems so unreal.

However, the Demon King, who had just finished criticizing Roland, quickly became serious. Regardless of whether the atmosphere was appropriate, he shouted at Roland, "Be careful, someone is locating my position based on the weapon fragments I left behind."

"By the time I realized what was happening, it was too late. The other side probably already knew my location."

"We have to go."

Upon hearing this, Roland released Cellina, then took out the Dawn of Destruction, and the holy sword Durandal flowed around Roland's side like water.

However, this time, Roland's image changed once again as he grasped the hilt of the sword of annihilation.

The disguise he had created with Dracula's help vanished instantly, and Roland reverted to his original appearance.

A halo, shimmering with a dim luster like the setting sun at dusk, appeared behind Roland's head.

Just like the greatsword called Dawn of Destruction that he was holding in his hand at this moment, it exuded an aura of destruction and death.

Roland's aura also became mysterious at this moment.

It became unlike a human being. Nor like a god. Nor anything terrifying.

Roland seemed unaware of the changes in himself, as did the others in the room. They showed no surprise at Roland's transformation, as if it were all perfectly normal.

"Demon King, that person has arrived. Let's go out together and meet him."

Roland's tone remained unchanged, and the Demon King nodded without raising any objections.

In her vision, Roland's magical aura had just experienced a surge.

However, given Roland's methods in the recent battle with those bishops of the Absolution Society, the Demon King did not ask any further questions, but simply said, "Be careful. Using power beyond your current physical strength will come at a price."

“I understand.” Roland nodded, then laughed. “I was planning to go back and discuss with Professor Russell to see if I could use alchemy to further enhance my body.”

"Are you going to rely on external forces again? Never mind, it doesn't seem to be a problem for you."

The Demon King sighed. Alchemy and the gradual accumulation of magical power are both ways to become stronger, and there is no difference in their merits.

Even alchemical enhancement techniques, which can only be mastered by a few, are therefore considered precious.

……

"What a powerful aura, what keen senses... Is this the spirit of the savior that the clan leader spoke of?"

Standing amidst the snow-covered ruins of the manor, Caesar, the lord of gargoyles, looked up at the spire that had miraculously survived.

The Demon King's soul was contained within, and beside her was a powerful and mysterious aura of magic.

Although in terms of total quantity, that magic is far weaker than itself.

But when he reached his level of strength, and the rituals of the Star Ring Law had been stacked to their limit, about to touch the legendary realm of gods, he also understood a principle.

The so-called battle is not simply a contest of magical power.

At least that's not all.

Profound magic can restore many things to their original simplicity, making battles simpler and purer.

But there are some things that magic can't do.

This is the key difference between the strong and the weak.

For example, mastering the Great Source of Magic, controlling and refining skills, and developing one's own characteristics and strengths. As the number of rings of the Star Ring Law accumulates, when the essence of life evolves to a certain limit, characteristics or authority that conform to oneself will emerge.

Some powerful individuals may be born with these qualities.

For example, royal courts possess skills and techniques passed down through bloodlines.

Humans have a special kind of being called witches.

Not to mention elves and dragons.

The owner of that aura is likely such a special case.

Even though its magical power is not profound, its development of its own "characteristics" that distinguish it from ordinary beings is even stronger than its own.

With that thought in mind, Caesar made no further move and simply stood there waiting.

Although, in principle, as a subject he should have stepped forward to pay homage to the king, considering the affairs of the Cangya family and his own unauthorized tracking of the soul's aura, he felt it was better to remain obedient.

He understood his emperor's personality very well.

He didn't have to wait long. Soon, a man holding a sword, wearing an ancient white hooded robe with a mysterious halo hanging behind his head, and his own Demon King appeared in front of him.

The Demon King spoke first. She looked down at Caesar, who was kneeling on one knee and obeying her orders, and asked with some curiosity, "What, don't tell me that what Danso said before was true."

"He really contacted you and that old bastard Dukuso, intending to pledge allegiance to me again and support me in regaining control of the demon race's order?"

Caesar: “???”

Holy crap!? So that letter Danso wrote the other day was serious?!

However, given the atmosphere and the fact that the Demon King was right in front of him, even though he was so weak that he wasn't sure if he could defeat an elite royal army squad leader, this was indeed the king he had once served.

"Ahem... Danso and I are unaware of the Lich King's attitude for the time being, but the Gargoyle King's Court and the Blood Demon King's Court are always willing to pledge their allegiance to you."

"The caution we exercised earlier stemmed from our concern that, as you once said, the soul might be corrupted by the power of a great enemy, plunging into madness and frenzy."

Roland remained silent, his eyes gleaming with a dim golden light as he prepared to make his move.

As for the Demon King, since this is just a dream entity somewhere between reality and illusion, if it's destroyed, we can just create another one; it won't affect the Demon King himself.

Seeing that Caesar didn't seem to be faking it, the Demon King scratched his head and said, "This is truly an unexpected decision. The demon race, which has always revered the strong, is actually willing to accept me, a Demon King who is already dead?"

"You know very well that I, standing here, am not even a real physical entity, but merely a medium through which my soul observes the outside world."

Even so, you're still willing?

"Yes!"

Caesar's answer was so decisive that it made the Demon King somewhat embarrassed.

Danso and Caesar's statements were indeed an outcome that even she herself had not anticipated.

"Since that's the case... then let's swear allegiance, just like we used to."

Roland stood aside, leaning on his sword, as an observer of the allegiance ceremony.

He suddenly felt that he no longer needed to sneak around in the middle of the night.

According to Neve's intelligence, the biggest obstacle to the operation, in her view, is the Gargoyle King's Court.

This is the only royal court that remained intact in Enwa, and the Gargoyle Lord is the strongest among all the royal court lords.

But judging from the current situation, it seems that the other side has turned against them.

Tsk... Just a few minutes ago I was all fired up and ready to avenge Cherlinina, but now it seems like it won't be that complicated.

Thinking of this, Roland, who had been watching the Gargoyle Lord complete his pledge of allegiance, also gave the Demon King a look.

The Demon King understood immediately and looked down at Caesar: "I need an explanation regarding the Cangya family."

"And tell me the whereabouts of the runestone."

"The Golden Horn must never be activated. It would have unpredictable consequences."

Caesar stood up and looked at the Demon King: "No problem. I will tell you the whole story."

"But Your Majesty... could you answer one question for me?"

"Was the previous anomaly of the Golden Tree caused by this gentleman?"

Upon hearing this, Roland nodded: "It's me."

"thump!"

The Gargoyle Lord knelt on one knee again, but this time he was kneeling towards Roland.

"You really are the savior the clan leader spoke of!!!"

"Savior? What's wrong with that old bastard Niecilei now?" The Demon King's brow twitched, and he looked at Caesar with some speechlessness.

"Hmm?! Your Majesty the Demon King... don't you remember?" Caesar looked at the Demon King in surprise: "You were the one who informed the clan chief about the existence of the Savior, and you even left some items there that needed to be handed over to the Savior."

"The clan leader asked me to find the savior so that I could return what I was holding to him."

Roland's eyebrows twitched upon hearing this.

Why does that sound so familiar?

Has he heard this kind of story before in Avalon?

The Elf King Thran and even the consciousness of the World Tree seem to use this terminology.

(End of this chapter)