Uncle here isn't your average office worker!

The Witch King stood frozen in place, his thoughts inevitably stagnating.

Volume 1: Chapter 185 I'll Cry for You

I am the former emperor of Letania, the most powerful Originium mage in Terra's history, unparalleled before and since, and revered as the Witch King.

My magic is invincible, literally invincible. I once summoned thunder and fire to destroy the vanguard of the Gallic invasion, and I once underwent a magical transformation, taking lives from a city a thousand miles away in a single night. But I couldn't bear the treachery of a treacherous minister who usurped the throne and murdered the king, leaving me now only a fragmented, remnant soul, yet I am no ordinary being! To protect my descendants, I resolutely unleashed my incredibly powerful magic on an arrogant novice! Beneath the sound of my flute, countless rings of magic claimed lives; even a mountain peak could not escape being sliced ​​and chopped to pieces by my spell!

At least a few seconds ago, I was just as confident.

The Witch King lowered his head, staring blankly at his hands. His mind was a complete blank, his expression one of utter confusion. His thoughts, like a malfunctioning old machine, endlessly repeated the process of starting up, running, encountering problems, and then crashing, leaving only mechanical mutterings from his mouth:

"This...this isn't right, is it? What's going on? How could my spell cause me to bump into myself?"

As he muttered to himself, he took a deep breath, raised his head in defiance, and crossed his two fingers. The intangible musical instrument he conjured instantly transformed from a flute into a more aggressive trumpet.

【drop--】

With a fierce blast of wind, the next second, the violent sound waves seemed to transform into jackals and tigers, rushing towards Roy. As if learning from the previous lesson, the Witch King even made a small innovation to the spell's form, making the sound more layered and preventing it from colliding halfway as before.

Roy, upon hearing the trumpet, remained unmoved. He wasn't unaware of the spell's origin; the instant the trumpet sounded, he instantly pinpointed the direction of the spell's source and the caster's location. However, he didn't rush into action. Instead, he maintained his pace, longbow in hand, and steadily walked towards the Witch King. From this direction, the Witch King's spell was already upon them, with no way to avoid it!

"As expected, it was an accident just now."

Seeing the spell just inches away from Roy, the Witch King breathed a sigh of relief. He had thought there was something truly bizarre happening on this land; his short-circuited brain was so weak he couldn't even distinguish directions or distances. Now it seemed that, barring any unforeseen circumstances, he would soon witness Roy being overwhelmed by the spell and torn to pieces.

But as the saying goes, if something goes smoothly without any unexpected events, then it's likely that something unexpected is about to happen.

The Witch King witnessed firsthand that the fangs of the toothed beast formed from the first sonic spell he released were almost touching Roy's arm, but at that moment, something beyond his comprehension happened again.

After the first spell, the second spell suddenly went out of control. The ferocious roar of a mountain beast crashed into the side of the first spell, and the orderly rhythm instantly became mixed. The first spell dissipated instantly, leaving only a whimper-like noise. The second spell did not stop after it deviated from its direction and crashed straight into the small building next to it. The seven-story building, which was already teetering on the brink of collapse in the explosion, suffered unbearable pain once again. The supporting pillars collapsed in the explosion, and the entire building began to tilt and fall towards the direction of the Witch King.

The Witch King's pupils contracted, and before he could react, his final third spell, without even a prelude, changed direction in mid-air before hitting Roy, and exploded with a deafening roar in the collapsing building as if protecting its master. The reinforced concrete debris was instantly blasted into countless fragments, covering the entire open space like a torrential rain.

Skadi raised her sword to block the falling rocks, while Roy, unwilling to switch to melee mode for such a trivial matter, could only raise his arms to block the overwhelming but harmless pebbles.

He was indeed hit.

"It seems my guess was right. Sure enough, the Scale-Catching Raincoat cannot launch a wide-range attack that doesn't target any specific enemy."

Having inexplicably exceeded the experimental target, Roy finally took a step forward and approached the source of the attack in the blink of an eye. Lifting the stone slab buried on the ruins, he looked down and finally met the eyes of the silver-haired girl covered in gray.

Before he could speak, the sorceress girl who had been brought close spoke through gritted teeth, "Why?" Her weak voice was like a sob, as if it contained doubt, confusion, and deep humiliation and grievance.

The Witch King gave up thinking. He felt that if he continued to think like this, the lifespan of this fragment of his life would probably be shortened by more than half.

Even so, he still couldn't resist the influence of the body's owner. The girl's fragile emotions made him bite his lip uncontrollably, and his eyes filled with tears of grievance.

I—no, I mean I'm the Witch Queen! The true master of Originium Arts, an unparalleled magic master!

He could accept that in the years since he left, Terra had produced many talented people, and that a new Originium Arts master had emerged who could rival him in this fragment of his life. He could also accept that this master was a genius who was no less than himself in his youth, and that he could wield extraordinary power at the age of only twenty or thirty, and block his attacks with a wave of his hand.

These things, though discouraging, he could accept them. After all, new talents emerge in every generation, and who can predict what will happen on this land?

However, he couldn't accept that Roy hadn't done anything, hadn't even taken a defensive stance, and had just walked right up to him, while all his spells had missed!

If this fragment wasn't merely a magical consciousness stored using the properties of Originium, he would have doubted whether he really had a problem with his cerebellum or was suffering from dementia. Releasing his most skilled sonic spell resulted in either a rear-end collision or a head-on collision; not only did he miss, but he almost injured himself as well.

But he's completely brainless now!

Could it be a problem with the body I'm currently controlling? Did those damned traitors experiment on my descendants and damage their brains?

That can't be right. He had interacted with the girl before possessing her and didn't sense anything unusual.

Unable to understand it no matter how hard he tried, the Witch King could only suffer in silence.

"why?"

She asked like a repeating princess, possessing the girl's body and amplifying his emotions along with her physical form. Her eyes were filled with tears, as if she would cry in front of him the next second if Roy didn't answer.

Dignity could wait; the pride of an Originium Mage compelled her to find out the reason behind everything.

But then Roy silently drew his knife and easily placed it against her slender neck, which was covered with needle marks.

Roy narrowed his eyes, lost in thought.

"Want to know? Then answer my question first."

"Who are you, and why are you here?"

The girl raised her head, as if she had thought of something to be proud of, and said proudly:

"Young man, put down your knife! Don't you recognize your emperor?"

“I am a Kazimierz,” Roy said.

The girl's expression froze, and she honestly replied, "I am the Witch King."

Volume 1: Chapter 186 The Witch King Lets Himself Go Free

I, the Witch King, am not dead. Send me money, VIP 50, and when I am resurrected, I will appoint you as the Grand Election Marquis.

What, you're from Qazimir? Never mind then.

The Witch King's expression was incredibly awkward. What was going on? Had Letania been completely annexed by Casimir while he was away? How come when a huge explosion occurred on Letania's border, the first to arrive wasn't a Letanian policeman, a Letanian nobleman, or even a Letanian, but a Casimirian?

This doesn't make sense, this is impossible, what's going on?

The relationship between Casimir and Letania, while not quite as close as family, is certainly one of bitter enmity. Letania betrayed Casimir more than once during the Uka War, and Casimir knights routinely raided Letanian villages, burning, killing, and looting. The term "blood feud" seems tailor-made for Letania and Casimir. If it weren't for Ursus's meddling, his "I'll offend everyone" attitude—even a passing dog would get punched—Letania and Casimir would probably be the ones locked in a fierce battle right now.

In this situation, if a Casimirian could openly roam a city in Letania in the middle of the night without being ambushed and beaten by Letanians, the Witch King could only lament that the world had gone astray and people's hearts had lost their way.

Roy reached out and picked up the silver-haired girl who called herself the Witch King. He had no idea what she was thinking, but if he did, he'd probably offer a few sharp critiques—"If you were in power, would anyone even come? Aren't we all used to waking up to find a city gone? At worst, other people might have low administrative efficiency, but yours is pretty high, since you barely have anyone to manage. And you say the world is going downhill and people's hearts are no longer what they used to be? Your 'ancient' version is practically primitive society!"

As he felt his legs gradually detach from the earth and reach a higher level, the Witch King felt no joy at ascension, only a sense of humiliation.

No matter what, she was still the Empress of Letania. Although the word "former" was added before "Emperor," the emperor could not be humiliated. To be lifted up like a little beast by people from her sworn enemy on her own land was unacceptable.

This is a disgrace, a tremendous disgrace. In the past, an entire army group should have been held responsible for this!

The Witch King gritted her teeth, her remaining power surging between her fingers. This fragment of her life had not undergone the subsequent ascension, and most of the spells she possessed were related to music. However, as a successful and powerful sorcerer, she naturally had her own backup plans, mastering one or two counter-spells that could be quickly cast at close range. Although their power was not high, their advantage lay in the speed at which they were cast, making them almost impossible to dodge. If they hit her at close range, they could also increase their lethality.

In the blink of an eye, a flash of lightning suddenly appeared in the silver-haired girl's pupils. The spell at her fingertips was released instantly without any chanting or delay. A bolt of lightning transformed into three chains of lightning in mid-air, directly striking Roy, who was standing right next to her.

hit!

The Witch King's eyes were brimming with excitement, almost to the point of tears. If she weren't being held, she would have stomped her feet and jumped for joy. The reason she hadn't chosen a more destructive fireball or a more widespread gale, but instead specifically selected lightning, was because of its characteristics—swiftness, ferocity, and leaving no time to react! She was truly afraid—afraid that the fireball would inexplicably extinguish mid-air, afraid that the gale would inexplicably turn into a gentle breeze. Fortunately, the lightning she had carefully chosen did not disappoint her expectations. She, the Witch King, had finally cast a spell accurately!

Tears in my eyes!

She jerked her body away, breaking free from Roy's grasp. Though she landed somewhat awkwardly on the ground, she quickly scrambled to her feet, looking triumphantly at Roy, who was now enveloped in lightning.

"They're nothing but fodder from Kazimierz. Now do they know how powerful I am?"

Roy frowned, looking sadly at the protective suit with a large hole in its chest from the electric shock, and was momentarily at a loss.

Protective suits aren't cheap. If this one gets torn, they probably won't make me pay for it, right?

No, this should be considered a work injury. I got injured while performing a mission for Rhodes Island, so I should seek compensation from Rhodes Island. Should I try to squeeze a hefty sum out of that old lynx?

To be honest, I was careless. I should have realized that a mage of the Witch King's caliber couldn't possibly have been unaccustomed to melee combat. But then again, should this attack be considered melee or ranged? I've already lifted her up, so does that count as blocking and breaking stealth?

Just as one question was answered, two more arose: the Scale-Catching Raincoat seems simple and easy to understand, but using it well is actually quite difficult. It seems the more complex the description of its effects, the easier it is to understand; those summed up in a single sentence—who knows how many hidden pitfalls they conceal?

As for lightning, what lightning?

Roy's thoughts were interrupted by the silver-haired girl's triumphant declaration, which sounded like a little devil. He snapped out of his reverie, glanced at her with a mixture of helplessness and amusement, reached out and gently stroked his chest. The three bolts of lightning that had been swirling around him instantly coiled up his arm like three tamed snakes. Roy then flicked his wrist, and the three bolts of lightning crashed to the ground like water, sparking a few sparks before disappearing without a trace.

The entire set of movements was fluid and natural, without any numbness or discomfort, rather like an unconscious reaction when something gets dirty.

Forget about the damage immunity of the Sealing Body. How could such an instant-cast, small-scale lightning spell possibly harm Roy, the first believer, the chosen one, the agent, and the holder of the Stranger module under the [God's] throne?

His resistance to lightning strikes is practically maxed out; if someone really wanted to target him, they'd probably just inflict mental damage. Opening champagne at halftime is a bit too early, Roy thought to himself.

Only the Witch King stared, mesmerized, at Roy's pectoral muscles, which were completely unblemished beneath the ripped holes in his clothes.

After a long while, as if she had finally figured something out, under Roy's astonished gaze, she suddenly burst into three loud laughs, then rolled her eyes upwards, and her whole body suddenly went limp, collapsing onto the ruins without warning like a puddle of mud.

Roy didn't rush to help her up immediately. Instead, he stood aside and watched for a while. Only after confirming that the person wasn't trying to scam him because they couldn't win did he cautiously walk forward, reach out, and help the girl up.

The next second, the girl's mouth suddenly opened, and a mad, eerie noise, exceeding the vocal range of her vocal organs, sang out of her mouth, converging into a tangible black smoke symphony, flying into the sky and exploding in mid-air.

Roy witnessed this scene up close, and his first thought was:

The Witch King released himself, and then exploded.

Volume 1: Tomb Sweeping and Hanging Green Hangings - Taking a Day Off

As the title suggests, I'm going to the cemetery to sweep the tombs and hang green ornaments, so I need to take the day off.

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Volume 1: Chapter 187 I'll be relying on you from now on.

Skadi looked up at the lingering black smoke in the sky above as she walked towards Roy, her expression somewhat bewildered.

"What's up with her?"

Roy reached out and picked up the silver-haired girl, who was sprawled out like a pile of mutton stew, from the ground. He turned around and replied meaningfully, "She's probably blown up."

It's just that what might explode isn't just the Witch King in this little girl's mind, but the entirety of Letania.

Whether it's due to the butterfly effect or because this page of Terra's history was indeed omitted in Arknights, research on the Witch King has unknowingly progressed to this extent. What were the Twin Queens thinking? What exactly was Letania guarding against with all its precautions? What is the official stance on this? Was it intentional, or accidental?

There were many questions, none of which could be answered in a short time. Roy glanced discreetly toward the tower in the city center not far away. If his senses were not mistaken, during the battle, more than one gaze had been cast from that tower, but without exception, no Letanian had come to stop Roy or the Witch King.

Are they planning to use outsiders to probe the true nature of this resurrected Witch King's remnant soul, wait for us to fight to the death, and then reap the benefits? Or do they really harbor some ulterior motives? After all, this Violet City is a unique and extraordinary place in Letania.

The minds of politicians and conspirators are truly hard to fathom.