Fighting you is like being in jail.

Celia: Huh? That's a good idea, and the magic of reincarnation... that's a really good idea, we can look into it.

Yukari Yakumo: Can they really research this? (Stunned/Stunned)

Celia: Theoretically, yes, after all, as long as it has a soul.

Kurumi: So strong...

Leng Chang: The elven archmage in front of you has lived for over ten thousand years!

Kurumi: Ten thousand?!

Rem: Awesome!

Celia: Hmph! Proud JPG.

Kitahara Iori: So here's the question: how do we contact Simmel?

Madoka Kaname: I'll do it. My conscience hurts so much. I didn't expect to lie to you again after lying to you once. I'm such a jerk.

Ichiri Goto: This isn't Madoka's fault! It definitely isn't.

Homura Akemi: That's right! It's clearly someone's fault.

Kitahara Iori: Here, put the pot on your back.

Kazuma Sato: Look at this pot, it's so black and big.

Cold and Eerie: A creepy crawling scene (JPG).

Hiratsuka Shizuka: This isn't a pot calling the kettle black, it's just the truth!

Leng Chang: Silly grin JPG.

Chapter 249 Madoka Kaname: That's alright then.

Madoka Kaname: Alright, I'll get ready to go and run into Frillie and the others.

Homura Akemi: Wait, I've noticed something. If Frilian and the others go back with them, won't Roswaal think they're the ones who made the prophecy?

Kitahara Iori: Stunned (JPG)

Kazuma Sato: That's really true.

Leng Chang: Now that things have come to this... now that things have come to this... let's just kill him! Hehehehehe! (Sword drawn)

Rem: This... I think it's better not to... After all, without Lord Roswaal, my sister and I wouldn't have the peaceful life we ​​have now.

Leng Chang: What a pity, silently sheathing the knife.

Hiratsuka Shizuka: So here's the question, how do we deal with this?

Leng Chang: It's not a big problem. As long as Simmel and the others leave, he won't dare to make any excessive plans. Otherwise, Simmel would definitely have stabbed us without us even having to lift a finger.

Leng Chang: Don't let Simmel's kind appearance fool you; when it comes to real trouble, he really won't hesitate.

Madoka Kaname: That's alright then.

Rem: Sigh...

Celia: Anyway, let's just take it one step at a time. The tall guy can handle these kinds of troublesome things.

Leng Chang: That's right, it is I!

……

Border, Earl's Mansion.

Simmel and Frilian stepped off the dragon carriage and were immediately startled to see Ram and Rem standing at the gate.

"Welcome, guest. I am Rem from the Earl's manor."

"Welcome, guest. I am Ram."

Ram and Rem bowed respectfully to Simmel and Frilian, their fingers lifting their maid skirts and their legs crossed.

Their movements, one to the left and one to the right, were so precise and flawless that they were captivating.

"Hello, I am Simmel, and this is my wife, Frilian."

Simmel smiled slightly, then bowed respectfully, clutching her chest in return. Frilian, standing beside her, nodded blankly.

"Alright, alright! Let's go inside quickly."

Emilia laughed happily and said eagerly.

Then the group walked towards the living room, where they sat on the sofa. Rem served tea and respectfully observed Simmel and Frilian, but left shortly afterward to cook, leaving Ram standing beside Emilia waiting.

At this moment, Simmel gracefully put down her teacup and said with a smile:

"This is really good tea."

"Of course, this is my sister's cooking; you absolutely can't get this anywhere else."

Ram said proudly, a smile involuntarily creeping onto his face.

She just noticed that Rem had been observing Simmel and Freyren. Although she didn't know why, she was definitely admiring them.

Simmel gives a good impression, but Frilian seems a bit dull and aloof.

"I'm so glad you like it."

Emilia was pleased to hear Simmel's words and also breathed a sigh of relief.

"That...the magic we were promised..."

Frillie spoke a little shyly, but couldn't suppress her curiosity.

Simmel gave a helpless smile upon hearing this, "Frilian..."

Then, looking apologetically at Emilia and Ram, he said, "I'm very sorry, my wife is focused on studying magic and isn't very interested in other things."

"No need to apologize. Actually, when it comes to magic... I'm a little unsure how to put it."

Emilia chuckled awkwardly, her eyes darting away. She took a deep breath, mustered her courage, and continued:

"As for magic... we'll have to trouble Beatrice, since she's the librarian. It's just... the library is connected to all the doors here. It's usually not easy to find..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Parker confidently said:

"Don't worry, leave this to me. I'll have Betty take you there."

"Oh, I see. A mechanism similar to the Lucky Door?"

Simmel instantly understood the situation, and her eyes lit up as she realized how interesting this was.

"What kind of magic is this?"

Frillie also perked up and became interested in this kind of magic.

Floating in the air, Parker stroked his chin and said with difficulty:

"How should I put it? It's a type of dark magic. Explaining it in detail is a bit complicated."

"Wow! That's amazing."

Frillie's eyes were full of curiosity and surprise; this was the first time she had ever heard of the classification of magic.

After all, on the other side, magic is magic, and there are no attributes.

It's completely new knowledge.

Wow, so cool!

She became eager to try it out, and then the group started chatting about other things. Simmel told many stories about the adventure, which Emilia found very interesting.

Parker also noticed the difference between the two; it was a completely different feeling.

"So you came from the side of the falls?"

Parker asked curiously.

"We're not really sure either. We just crossed a mountain and got here, and then we found that this place is completely different from where we are. So we decided to check it out."

Simmel gave a brief account, and after careful recollection, he felt there were no problems with how he got there.

"This is truly incredible!"

Parker nodded in surprise.

On the other side, the kitchen.

Rem was busy preparing dinner, her movements practiced and swift.

The sound of chopping vegetables echoed continuously from the kitchen, rhythmic and inexplicably soothing.

In a daze, Ram appeared beside her and helped carry the ingredients to the table.

"Rem, did you like Lady Simmel because you were looking at her so closely just now?"

She asked the question seemingly casually.

The sound of chopping vegetables stopped, and Rem looked up in surprise.

"No, I was just thinking about other things. Besides, Lord Simmel has a wife, and they are very close."

"I thought you were interested in him because you were so concerned about him."

"No, my dear sister, you've misunderstood."

"Uh-huh."

Rem got busy again, and the rhythmic sound of chopping vegetables rang out once more.

Suddenly, Rem's voice rang out abruptly.

"Big sister, are you satisfied with your life now?"

"Ok?"

Ram paused, his brow furrowing slightly as he looked at Rem with a strange, unfamiliar feeling.

Rem would never ask this kind of question before, unless something happened.

Why are you suddenly asking such a question?

"No, it's just that I suddenly feel like the current situation is really not good."

"Rem, this is not your fault."

Ram thought Rem was still struggling with her horn, so she spoke gently, her eyes full of tenderness.

The next second, Rem realized that Ram had misunderstood, sighed with emotion, put down the kitchen knife in her hand, and turned around to look at him seriously.

"My dear sister, I have found a way to restore it."

"Huh? Really?"

Ram's pupils contracted, and her eyes widened in surprise.

"It's true, but... I might become Lord Roswaal's enemy."

"..."

Ram trembled, looking at him with a difficult decision in mind, her lips pressed tightly together, her brows furrowed with worry.

Chapter 250 Damn it, it's one of us! One of us!

After a long silence, Ram looked on with worried, tense, and fearful eyes, before finally speaking with concern:

"Rem...don't do that."

"Hmm. If that's what my older sister said."

Rem nodded in agreement and turned to continue working, though a hint of stubbornness flickered in her eyes.

I will not give up, even if it will hurt my sister.

If it were the older sister, she would definitely do even better.

……

It was late afternoon, close to dinnertime.

The Earl's mansion, study.