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

Chapter 396 A soundproof room for me and Roland
"Teacher! You could have easily continued living! With your strength, you could have done it!"

"Why! Why...why won't you continue living!?"

"If you leave...I...I..."

Young Sindura knelt by the bed and buried her face in the body of the man she called her teacher.

Tears quickly soaked the not-so-thick bedding and dampened her clothes.

But the owner of the clothes didn't care. He just tried his best to control his extremely weak body and stroked Cindura's hair with his hand.

"Child...what does death mean to you?"

"Hehe, no need to rush to answer."

"This is a question that everyone, all intelligent life, should consider."

"But in my view, everything in the world needs the existence of its opposite to highlight its value."

"Just like wisdom and foolishness, goodness and evil... without the contrast and comparison of their opposites, no concept can be understood."

"Life and death are the same principle... Whether human, demon, or god, everyone will eventually face their end and fate."

"It's just a matter of time."

As he spoke, the gray-haired man managed a weak laugh, a laugh that still tugged at every part of his once incredibly powerful body.

It was like an old, neglected machine, struggling to run one last time amidst rust and wear.

"Hehe... Of course, this is just my personal opinion."

"Besides... I've lived long enough."

"I'm tired, child."

"I am ultimately just a passerby in your long life."

"I'm so glad to be with you on this journey."

The man gently stroked the girl's head one last time, just as he had when they first met.

Then, he withdrew his hand, stared at the roof of the wooden house, and murmured softly.

"I have fought the good fight."

"I have walked the path I was meant to walk."

“I have kept the way that I was supposed to uphold.”

“After that…the crown of righteousness will remain for me.”

"As for the unfinished mission... it can only be left to those who come after."

"My child... I hope that you will have no regrets in the rest of your life."

……

While waiting for Roland's reply, the Demon King recalled his teacher's last words.

I've actually forgotten almost everything...

She was so heartbroken from crying that she didn't even try to remember anything.

But the soul and memories are still too special.

After a period of soul reconstruction, these forgotten memories were brought back to mind.

It's as if everything happened yesterday, still vivid in my mind.

Therefore, she wanted to ask Roland.

He will face this problem sooner or later.

Even with his talent and ability, it would take him at least a hundred or even two hundred years before he needs to think about this issue.

But it's only a matter of time.

Although people's thoughts do change with time and their own experiences, just like she later stopped caring about life and death.

But some people don't.

In her view, Roland was very likely that kind of person.

The more peaceful and gentle a person is in life, and the more reliable and serious they are in critical moments, the more steadfast and difficult to change their thoughts and ideas.

Plus…

Roland and he were too alike... even disregarding appearances, even with different memories, even with different experiences...

But that's precisely why the Demon King found it unbelievable.

As part of the grand plan, she knew very well... that her teacher would never come back.

He has attained the eternal peace he desired.

only……

Not out of any past reasons or memories, she simply couldn't help but care about Roland's safety.

Just like when she learned that the King of Carrion wanted to see Roland.

At that time, she subconsciously thought that the King of Carrion wanted Roland to enter that eternal battlefield outside of time.

That's why he subconsciously showed hostility, and it didn't dissipate even after the King of Carrion appeared.

She couldn't explain why... because it wasn't a feeling that arose after her memories were complete.

Rather, it was during those months, while cosplaying as the Gauntlet Fairy, that the transformation occurred subtly.

From Riskan's battle against Cassius, where he spared no effort to expend his already limited soul power to condense armor and help Roland enhance his strength, to their adventures on the sea.

Even when Roland was working on creating the magic circuits, she hoped that Roland would prioritize his own safety...

With that thought in mind, the Demon King gently shook his head, clearing his mind of these complicated thoughts, and then continued to wait for Roland's reply.

Roland, however, remained lost in thought.

However, judging from his eyes, he wasn't without an answer.

He has always had a clear answer to this, but he was just looking for a suitable way to express his views.

"That's an interesting question."

"Why do you suddenly ask this?"

"Alright, alright, since you've asked... I'll just use what a master said before he died as my answer." "I wasn't prepared to face death, and no one is always prepared."

"Death gives meaning to life, letting you know that time is short and there are not many days left."

"Even now, I cannot accept my death. Look at how I have struggled to prolong this last moment, just to see the snow falling in the sky one more time."

After saying that, Roland laughed and shrugged: "That's pretty much my idea."

"Perhaps when that day really comes, I will still feel reluctant, fearful, and nostalgic for the scenery of the world."

"But... I probably wouldn't refuse death."

“If it is a natural, peaceful death, then there seems to be nothing unacceptable about it.”

"Of course, if I had a choice... I would prefer to die while sunbathing and taking a nap on a deck chair in front of my house."

Demon King: "..."

"What's the name of that master you're talking about?"

“The Ancient One.” Roland chuckled, uttering a name that did not exist in this world: “People call her the Sorcerer Supreme.”

The Demon King curled his lip: "It sounds like you made it up yourself, or it's a character from that storybook."

After making a brief comment and inadvertently revealing the master's identity, the demon king fell silent.

After a long silence, she looked at Roland and asked, "...Do you really think so?"

Upon hearing this, Roland looked up at the overcast sky where snowflakes were falling and said, "Yes, at least that's what I think right now."

"Maybe they'll change their minds later?"

"Besides, we've been standing here long enough. Even if we haven't reached a place where we can talk, can't we at least share some information?"

What exactly do you want to tell me?

The Demon King remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking: "Just like the patriarch of the Carrion Eaters."

"I have something to give you."

"What else was entrusted to you for safekeeping?" Roland's expression turned strange.

Why are there things everywhere that the King of Men entrusted to others for safekeeping?

Just how much is he hiding?
Upon hearing this, the Demon King shook his head: "No... that's not something I necessarily have to give to you."

"This is just... something left to me by an elder."

"But I think it should be given to you."

"Let's go, the Covenant Temple isn't far."

……

"Octavian, how's the search for the person I asked you to find going?"

"Your Majesty, we have found almost everything, but the allocation of supplies will take some time."

Inside the Temple of the Covenant, Octavian and Caesar were standing at a table discussing matters.

Octavian pointed to a location on the map: "The majority of the spellcasting materials stored in Warehouse No. 3 have been handed over to the Chief in recent days to maintain the front line."

"This is the closest warehouse to Enva. But the materials inside are not enough for the next phase of the plan, so I have urgently transferred supplies from Warehouse No. 1 in Trom City. Considering the delivery speed and quantity, it will probably arrive the day after tomorrow."

Caesar closed his eyes and thought for a moment: "There's still time. You should personally oversee this matter, as it directly relates to whether the current situation of the fog disaster can be stabilized."

"I went to great lengths to find out the solution last night before His Excellency Roland went to bed."

"Fortunately, that person was magnanimous and willing to lend a helping hand, and even provided a solution."

"We cannot afford to have problems at the implementation level."

Octavian nodded: "I understand. I will follow the progress throughout."

As the two were talking, the door to the Covenant Temple opened, and Roland and the Demon King walked in from outside.

Upon seeing Roland and the Demon King enter, Caesar and Octavian readily knelt down and began to greet them.

"Your Majesty! Lord Roland! x2"

The Demon King glanced at the two of them, then waved his hand: "Get up. I didn't expect you two to be talking about business so early... Do you have any spare rooms? Rooms with good soundproofing. Roland and I have something to discuss."

Octavian nodded: "Yes, Your Majesty. Please follow me."

"Thank you for your help." Roland smiled at Octavian. "Once the materials are ready, remember to let me know when you can start construction."

"By the way, if Cellina and Polycia ask where I am, just have them come to the Covenant Temple."

Octavian nodded slightly: "No problem."

Octavian soon led the two into an empty room, which was the room in the Covenant Temple that was usually used for resting between meetings.

Originally, there was no such thing, because during the Demon King's reign, no one dared to interrupt the meeting to rest. Once the meeting started, there was no rest unless the Demon King announced the adjournment or the meeting was stopped.

These lounges are all extensions built over the past three hundred years.

It wasn't really for resting, but rather a secret little room used by the rulers of various royal courts to discuss matters with their advisors and allies during breaks in meetings.

When Octavian returned to the table, intending to continue discussing the allocation of supplies and personnel with his father, he found that his usually serious and earnest father had a somewhat gossipy expression.

“Octavian…tell me quietly, did His Majesty and Lord Roland really just go to discuss business?”

Octavian: "?"

"Your Majesty, are you questioning His Majesty's words?"

"Go away! Don't try to pin this on me! Don't you find it strange? What could possibly need to be discussed at the Covenant Temple at 5 a.m.? Besides, His Majesty originally thought no one would be here at this hour, which is why he brought Lord Roland here!"

"You specifically requested a soundproof room... Don't you think there's something wrong with that?"

Octavian naturally understood Caesar's thoughts, after all, he was also several hundred years old.

He just felt that his father might be suffering from dementia: "Your Majesty... no, Father. I think you might be overthinking it."

"Why take the risk of coming here when you could do that kind of thing anywhere else?"

"I suggest you get more rest. It's possible that the stress of the past few days has affected your judgment."

Caesar: "..."

(End of this chapter)