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

Chapter 395 Unwavering
Like an old movie, these memories and past events, seemingly belonging to someone or two people, played rapidly in front of Roland.

He watched the sun rise and set, the stars shift and the constellations turn outside the window, watched the sunshine, rain, wind and snow alternate, and watched the furnishings and furniture inside the house change positions.

Watching the man in the white robe grow increasingly hunched over, his breath growing ever weaker.

He also watched the girl grow up until she was taller than her caregiver.

Then, on a sunny morning, the two left the cabin and never returned.

Roland could still see the two figures.

Inside the wooden cabin, a water mirror appeared silently, playing the footage of the two's journey.

The two set off from the cabin, heading north.

Having passed through the late empire, when rebellions and the emergence of independent southern city-states had begun, they crossed the northern border known as Isfar and headed towards the city of West Tower.

One city-state after another, one journey after another.

The two walked very slowly.

They often linger in a village or city-state, solving problems for the local people and killing those wealthy and unscrupulous merchants, nobles, and kings on their behalf.

Although he couldn't see her face clearly, thanks to the peculiar perception of dreams, Roland could still sense the indignation and excitement emanating from the black-haired girl.

Throughout the journey, she remained the same, filled with a simple sense of justice, resolving one injustice after another.

On the contrary, the man who had always been by her side, like an elder, just watched and did nothing.

A faint sadness and disappointment lingered around him, as well as... an indescribable sense of relief.

Then the scene shifts, and it seems like a long time has passed. The elderly man leads the girl back to the place they once visited, the place where they stood up for justice and helped those in need.

However, those places did not change much because of the girl's actions.

It's just a matter of replacing one rich and heartless merchant with another unruly and reckless nobleman.

The girl was puzzled and decided to fulfill her sense of justice in the simplest and most direct way.

The bloody slaughter began.

The elder did not stop it.

Those once kind and compassionate eyes now held only indifference, as if everything was no longer relevant to him.

After the killing ended, and all the villains in the girl's eyes, along with all their family and friends, were killed, the elder led her to the woods outside the city as she left amidst the grateful yet fearful gazes of the crowd.

Three days later, a massacre occurred in the city-state.

Although the massacre was averted thanks to the intervention of the two men, the people in the city were spared from death because of their advance assistance.

But they could never go back to that city.

Upon learning of the riot in the city, a high-ranking nobleman immediately dispatched troops to suppress it.

Even though their efforts failed due to the interference of the two individuals, the outcome remained unchanged.

Tens of thousands of people have been displaced.

This time, there was no gratitude or thanks, only disgust and aversion, and a fear that I wanted to avoid at all costs.

Teacher, did I do something wrong?

[...You did nothing wrong, [unclear]. You didn't do anything wrong.]

Roland heard a sound for the first time; it was the first sound in this scene that resembled a silent film.

The somewhat aged and weary voice sighed, then slowly spoke: "But... violence sometimes doesn't solve problems."

It can only mask the immediate problems, allowing them to accumulate and eventually erupt into an even bigger issue.

I cannot give you any answers.

After all... some things never have just one answer.

I don't want to impose my ideas on your child. You are never anyone's appendage; you need to have your own thoughts, your own ideas, and your own questions. Only then... can you find your own answers.

Whatever you believe is true.

If it were you... I'm willing to believe that one day you will find your own answer.

After listening, the girl fell silent, then opened her mouth and said something else.

But this time there was no sound.

Roland only saw the elder's face turn towards his perspective.

Then, the blurry face began to become clear... It was a face no different from his own, only with an added air of vicissitude and weariness from the passage of time.

The rest is up to you.

……

wake up.

When Roland abruptly woke up from his dream, the first thing he did was turn to look at the alarm clock on his bedside table.

Four o'clock in the morning.

He clearly didn't sleep well.

In the luxurious hotel room in Enva City, arranged by the Gargoyle Lord, Roland's thoughts began to become complicated.

Could this be the memory of that King of Men?
Even if they are related, their faces look too alike... Oh no, it's normal that they look alike since it's just that their souls were reincarnated and took over each other's bodies.

But who is that girl who calls the King of Men "teacher"?

It looks like a human...

Moreover, it seems that towards the end of the king's life, he had already abdicated the throne and begun to live in seclusion.

Why is that?
Shaking his head, Roland, who had intended to go back to sleep, felt no drowsiness at all. He simply got up, left his room, and went to the dining area on the first floor of the hotel.

As an inn that can accommodate VIPs arranged by the Gargoyle Lord, the service here is also top-notch.

The restaurant is open 24 hours a day, so there's always something to eat for guests. Fortunately, most demons have similar eating habits to normal creatures.

As a human, Roland was able to eat quite a lot of normal food.

For example, fried eggs and bacon.

He ordered a simple breakfast and a hot cup of dairy products that weren't made from cows or sheep. Roland leaned back in the restaurant chair and took a deep breath.

He realized that his disguise seemed to have made some mistakes.

As a blood demon, I should probably consume some blood products, or products mixed with blood.

However, when he was about to get up to have some extra food, he discovered that there was already a small dish of blood plasma in a small glass container on his plate.

What thoughtful service...

What should I do with this bag of blood plasma? I can't actually drink it, can I?

Fortunately, someone's arrival interrupted his thoughts.

"You're up so early? Since you're awake, come with me. I have something to say to you."

The Demon King plopped down in front of Roland, his face still bearing that complicated expression.

Roland smiled and said, "What's the rush? The meal's already served, you have to let me finish it, right? It's just two fried eggs and a few strips of bacon. Do you want some?"

As he spoke, Roland manipulated his knife and fork, cut off a piece of bacon, and brought it to the Demon King's mouth: "Haven't had a proper meal in a long time, have you?"

"When I saw you and Leah going shopping before, I really wanted to try the food, right?"

"And if I remember correctly, you probably didn't have time to eat anything last night either."

"It's a rare opportunity for a new beginning, so don't starve yourself by not eating."

"Haha, although with the physical strength of demons, there shouldn't be any problem with stomach problems."

The Demon King pursed his lips, bit them hesitantly, and then ate the bacon that was brought to his mouth.

The tip of the tongue quickly transmits the taste information to the brain.

Salty, oily, and with a hint of smokiness...

It's such a common and ordinary ingredient, but it evokes a sense of nostalgia...

and……

It really is the same, in some strange places.

While chewing on the small piece of bacon, the Demon King rested his hand on the table, propped his head up with his palm, and tilted his head to look at Roland.

Seemingly noticing the Demon King's strange gaze, Roland stopped eating, glanced at the Demon King, and then looked down at the breakfast on his plate.

"...If you want some, I can order another serving for you?"

“No.” The Demon King smiled. “I want to eat what’s on your plate.”

"..."

With a sigh, Roland picked up a whole strip of bacon and placed it on the plate in front of the Demon King.

"Eat."

"Aren't you going to feed me the same way as before?"

"That's enough." Roland rolled his eyes at the Demon King. "You're thousands of years old, and you still need to be fed?"

After saying that, Roland began to eat his meal with his head covered.

He sensed that the Demon King's aura was rather strange.

It's best to ignore them.

The Demon King did not pursue the matter further.

After a soft chuckle, he began to carefully cut the bacon on his plate with his knife and fork, then slowly chewed it.

This doesn't look like they're eating; it's more like they're using the bacon to reminisce about something.

Two minutes later, Roland finished his breakfast, which wasn't much to begin with, and then looked at the Demon King: "So you can say what you want to say now."

"Let's go somewhere else. A quiet place," the Demon King said with a faint smile, then got up and left.

Roland followed the Demon King and they strolled together through the streets of Enwa.

Seemingly due to the dramatic changes in the political situation, there are now few pedestrians on the streets of Enwa.

On the contrary, there were a great many royal troops patrolling back and forth.

Other pedestrians also hurried along, heads down, not daring to linger on the street.

People like Roland and the Demon King, who walk with such ease and comfort, are truly unique.

No one from Wang Tingjun dared to cause trouble, allowing Roland to have a legitimate reason to show off.

This was because the Demon King wore an identity document given to him by the Lord of Gargoyles.

This badge is enough to keep any demon with normal vision away from the Demon King.

Roland also had one on his chest.

This directly resulted in no one causing trouble; on the contrary, the Wang Tingjun soldiers on the street became extremely nervous whenever they saw the two, as if they were seeing leaders on an inspection tour.

The two walked silently toward the Temple of the Covenant.

Roland wasn't surprised by the destination; it was indeed a good place to have a quiet discussion without the worry of being overheard.

Just when Roland thought the Demon King would remain silent until they entered the Covenant Temple, she suddenly stopped and turned to look at Roland.

"Roland... if one day your life as a human is coming to an end, what choice will you make?"

"To prolong life with other means, or... to face death with equanimity?"

(End of this chapter)