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

Chapter 386 Demon King: I Need to Focus My Energy on Military Affairs

After hearing Elena's explanation, Roland felt as if he had discovered some incredible secret.

It turns out that the Isfar garrison back then actually summoned help from the underworld through that underground temple dedicated to the god of death, which dates back to an unknown era.

Although, according to Elena, the ferryman and pet keeper of the Grim Reaper, the summoning that must have come at a great cost and sacrifice was essentially an alarm clock that woke up a pet named Bebe Dragon and then breathed out a dragon's breath while the pet was in a bad mood.

But even with an attack of this magnitude, it nearly wiped out almost all of the demon race's powerful members... So why did they all stand together? They could have spread out a bit.

After explaining the little historical anecdote, Elena handed the small ball of light to Roland and said, "Goodbye, Lord Roland. My break is over, I have to go back to work."

"It's over so quickly?!" Roland was somewhat surprised. "You've only been out for a few minutes, haven't you?"

Upon hearing this, Elena's aura suddenly turned resentful, and her usually expressionless face began to show fluctuations.

"...Who told me to be the only ferryman on the River Styx? The Grim Reaper keeps rejecting my requests to add more colleagues."

"It's good enough that I was able to get out for a few minutes. I need to go back to rowing."

After saying that, without waiting for Roland to ask any further questions, Irena's consciousness, which was surrounded by an aura of a corporate slave similar to that of Kephas, left Polycia's body.

Perhaps because the departure was somewhat sudden, Polycia, who had regained control of her body, was a little surprised.

"Huh! It's over? So fast? I was planning to play with Beibeilong in the consciousness space for a while."

Polica looked somewhat disappointed.

It seems she still really likes that bone dragon named Beibeilong.

Unfortunately, after the fusion, the bone dragon in its pet sprite form disappeared.

She seems to be the type who can only communicate within the consciousness space... So, is Polycia essentially a personal jinchūriki now?
"Yes, Elena has gone back. She's busier than I thought."

"All right……"

Polycia sighed, then stood to the side in a daze without saying anything.

After Elena left, Caesar and Dracula's moods calmed down somewhat.

They never expected that this seemingly cute and lively girl would suddenly change her aura, her whole body shrouded in a familiar yet terrifying aura of death.

Caesar looked at Roland with a wary expression.

I originally thought Roland was just a somewhat special human, but now it seems... that the fact that the ferryman called him "sir" shows that the outside world is still too restrained and conservative about the information about this young duke.

Now he felt that the bishops of the Amnesty Society who died at Roland's hands were not unjustly killed.

I didn't understand the truth when I thought they were a disgrace to the Nine Rings Legend.

Neve, who was following Roland, had completely blanked out her mind.

The poor girl with the fiery temper had just absorbed too much explosive information.

And... because she controlled the primordial runestone, she was especially sensitive to the aura of souls. Upon seeing Elena, she was forcibly held in place by the countless wailing of wronged souls surrounding Elena.

Under the influence of the Heart-Beating Demon race's characteristics amplified by the rune, the wails, resentments, regrets, and unwillingness of those souls before their deaths all entangled with Neve, this special individual.

She felt her soul being torn apart by the wails of these countless wronged spirits, but she could do nothing, not even cry for help with her screams of agony.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Roland patted Neve behind him, who seemed a little off; she looked like she was frightened.

Neve, who had been patted by Roland, recovered instantly.

From her perspective, after Roland's palm struck, all the wailing of the wronged souls instantly fell silent, and then, through a door that did not exist in the concept of space, they left the world of the living and disappeared without a trace.

But Neve didn't want to dwell on these issues for the time being.

She was content to have escaped with her life...

She didn't even have the courage to ask more questions, such as why they were gathered here.

Of course, this was mainly because Neve herself had already roughly guessed it.

Although the Demon King, the Gargoyle Lord, and the Blood Demon Lord were absent, the Piercing Duke was present... Neve wasn't stupid either; given this secret meeting, coupled with Roland's sudden summons, some things didn't need further explanation.

Seeing that Neve kept shaking her head, Roland observed her carefully and found that she was just a little listless, so he didn't ask any more questions.

Roland turned to look at the Demon King and then handed the ball of light in his hand to her.

"You decide for yourself."

“I have a feeling… after you absorb this fragment of soul, along with this golden apple, you really can regain your physical body.”

The Demon King silently accepted the ball of light containing his soul, then looked at Roland: "Don't you have anything else to say?"

"The feeling of everything being planned out must be unpleasant, right?"

Roland smiled and said, "So I'm giving you the choice."

"Although it may seem that I am also part of that so-called plan, the person involved at this moment is you, not me."

"Also, can you answer my question? Why did your attitude change so drastically after you heard that the King of Carrion wanted to see me?" The Demon King turned his head away, avoiding direct eye contact with Roland: "This is none of your business... I just... I just..."

The Demon King's voice lowered, and then he crushed the ball of light in his hand, absorbing all the souls within.

Unlike previous soul fusions, these portions of the Demon King's soul, bestowed by the Grim Reaper, encountered no obstacles whatsoever; they were like a pure mass of soul energy that required no digestion.

Immediately afterwards, without Roland even needing to figure out how to use the golden apple, the golden apple that the Demon King was holding turned into a ball of golden light and merged into the Demon King's illusory body.

Roland quickly realized that his dream magic had failed, but the Demon King's figure did not disappear; instead, it also transformed into a humanoid golden light.

The prototype mech that originally housed the remnant soul of the Demon King had fallen to the ground, just like a real mech, having lost its usual noisy aura.

Subsequently, things beyond reason began to appear before everyone's eyes.

Within that golden light, flesh and blood vessels began to materialize out of thin air, as if an unseen, skillful hand was weaving a complete body.

Meanwhile, the small source of magic within the body, after the flesh and blood vessels begin to form, starts to draw magic power from the large source of magic power, accelerating the formation of the body and itself.

Soon the torso was fully formed, followed by a complete head and limbs, as well as long hair and the iconic black horns.

Even the clothes were formed in the golden light.

That was the black dress Roland was wearing when he first saw the Demon King's "physical body" in his dream.

Even though it was a fake, the golden apple did indeed, as the system description said, successfully give the Demon King a real physical body.

It is not a "body" created by Russell using alchemy, but rather a physical body with the potential for growth in this sense.

On the other side, Caesar and Dracula had already knelt down on one knee, burying their heads deep, not daring to raise them.

Neve was the same, except she was kneeling on the ground, equally afraid to look up at what was happening in front of her.

The only people who witnessed the entire transformation were Roland, Cellina, and Polycia.

Among them, Polycia watched the most intently, looking very curious. If Roland hadn't been afraid of affecting the outcome, he guessed she would have even wanted to go up and touch it.

"I didn't expect it to actually work... although my strength is still so weak, and I probably won't be able to improve any further after reaching the ninth ring."

"But it's still better than before."

The Demon King carefully felt his new body.

Without a doubt, this was a brand new body that belonged to her.

A physical body capable of reaching the legendary realm, but unable to progress to the divine realm.

For ordinary beings, reaching the legendary level is already a lifelong aspiration.

However, for the Demon King who had undoubtedly reached the level of a demigod, the legendary rank was not enough.

After all, even demigods are no different from ants in front of true gods, let alone legends.

But for what needs to be done next, the power of the legendary rank is more than enough.

"Ha, is this also part of so-called fate... What a brilliant calculation. It's like countless coincidences overlapping."

The Demon King chuckled, then looked at Caesar: "Now that everyone's here, let's discuss the next steps."

Let me briefly summarize the goal.

"First, the Golden Horn must not be activated in any form. The runestone that is being unleashed must fall into our hands."

"Second, the war between the demon race and humans must never begin."

"Third, Wilma Serax must die."

"Fourth, regarding the issue of resolving the fog disaster, the demon race must obey all of Roland Lancelot's orders."

"Who is in favor and who is against?"

A familiar aura of majesty emanated from the Demon King.

Both Caesar and Dracula, veterans of the Thousand Year War, instinctively trembled.

Although the Demon King's voice has changed from male to female, and although his strength now seems to be only around the sixth ring, his majesty remains undiminished.

"Yes!"

"As ordered!"

The two great demons, representing their respective royal courts, accepted the order, and then Caesar asked, "Your Majesty, what should we do next? Please give your instructions."

“I have been away from demon affairs for three hundred years. You know more about them than I do. You can make the arrangements.”

The Demon King waved his hand, acting like a hands-off manager: "I only have one request: we'll handle Wilmai. Also, after you retrieve the runestone, hand it over to me."

"I want to focus my energy on what really matters."

(End of this chapter)