Fighting you is like being in jail.

Roswaal sat leisurely at his desk, holding an open book in his hand. No words were visible on the pristine white paper, yet there were words, albeit well hidden.

The Book of Prophecy, also known as the 'Book of Wisdom'.

A book that can predict the future, a book left behind by the Witch of Greed.

Roswaal, on the other hand, was the apprentice of the Witch of Greed. After the Witch of Greed died, he became obsessed with resurrecting her and began to carry out his own plans.

She is a woman, but she has been possessing the bodies of her direct descendants for her own purposes and has survived to this day. She is actually over four hundred years old.

He has always appeared before the world dressed as a court jester, not because he considers himself a jester, but because it was the Melancholy Witch who killed the Witch of Greed, and the Melancholy Witch's attire was that of a jester.

"They've already arrived? But... Elsa seems to have been captured."

"It doesn't matter, it's all still within the description of the prophecy."

"But who could it be? Simmel or her wife?"

Roswaal put away the book of prophecy, stroking his chin and muttering to himself.

"Lord Roswaal, it's time to eat."

Suddenly, a respectful voice came from outside.

Upon hearing this, Roswaal's lips curled up in a smile, and he stood up with satisfaction, walking towards the door.

It's about time we met.

……

restaurant.

Simmel was surprised to see the table full of food in front of her; she had never imagined it to be so extravagant.

Beatrice cheered and hugged Puck, while Emilia sat timidly in her chair, waiting for Roswaal's arrival.

Frilian stared at the food in front of her, drooling, wanting to eat but not daring to, and secretly asked Simmel.

"Is it ready to eat?"

"Not yet...Frilian. Our master hasn't arrived yet; we can't be so rude."

"Emmmm..."

Upon hearing this, Frilian's expression immediately transformed into that of an elf, her eyebrows raised as she struggled to maintain her composure.

Seeing this, Simmel smiled helplessly, picked up a napkin and quietly hid a piece of meat inside, then stuffed it into Frilian's mouth under the pretense of wiping her face.

His face was full of doting affection and tenderness as he spoke cautiously:

"Be patient."

"Uh-huh."

Frillie secretly chewed on the meat, nodding happily as she felt Simmel gently wiping her face.

Just then, Roswaal walked up and sat down in the main seat.

"Welcome to both of you. I apologize for keeping you waiting. We can begin our meal now."

He picked up his wine glass and looked at Simmel and Frilian with a smile, a glint of shrewdness in his eyes.

"Thank you, Your Excellency. Such a sumptuous dinner is truly a luxury."

Simmel smiled and politely picked up her knife and fork to begin cutting the meat on the plate.

"I'm satisfied."

Roswaal sized up Simmel.

Watching him cut open the steak and gently hand it to Frillie, Roswaal felt a pang of envy.

This couple... has such a good relationship.

Recalling the past, he was filled with emotion. He slowly took a sip of red wine, savoring the aroma as it oxidized in his mouth, and was momentarily intoxicated by it.

After eating it for a period of time.

Roswaal addressed Simmel, saying, "Thank you both for your help with Lady Emilia's matter. Is there anything you need? I, Roswaal, would never refuse."

"No need for the suona. We've already discussed it with Emilia, and the agreed-upon payment will suffice."

Upon hearing this, Simmel looked at Roswaal seriously without the slightest hesitation.

“No, I know about the reward. But that reward is too little and not enough to repay your help. So, you can make your request.”

"This……"

Simmel looked at Emilia in surprise.

Emilia nodded affirmatively, encouraging Simmel.

"That being said, we don't need anything for the time being. However, could my wife learn magic here?"

"Sure. You can ask me any kind of magic. If I'm not around, then I'll have to trouble Beatrice. And you can stay as long as you like. You're both good friends of Lady Emilia, so we will definitely not neglect you."

Roswaal wanted the two of them to stay, and with a glint in his eyes, he agreed.

"What?! Betty doesn't want that kind of trouble!"

Beatrice said angrily, her face full of displeasure.

"I can learn it myself, just give me the book."

Frillie quickly replied, afraid of being rejected.

"That's fine."

Beatrice nodded in satisfaction; she was willing to do something that wasn't troublesome.

"Uh-huh!"

Frillie nodded happily; in her eyes, she had already made a fortune.

After dinner, Beatrice took Frillie to the library, while Simmel rested in the living room.

While lost in thought, he couldn't help but marvel at how wonderful these days had been.

The adventure he is experiencing now is a kind of happiness he used to dream of but never dared to imagine, and beneath this happiness... lies a group of companions.

In my bewilderment, it felt as if I had returned to the final battlefield.

The overwhelming pressure of the Demon King's arrival was palpable; dark clouds filled the sky, and white armor stood on the pitch-black earth.

A feeling of lingering fear suddenly arose within him, and his pupils contracted, his whole body trembling.

"Simmel, what's wrong?"

Emilia sensed something and asked curiously.

"No...it just brought back memories from the past, and I felt a little uneasy."

Simmel shook her head, interrupting her thoughts, and explained with a smile.

There was a lingering palpitation that wouldn't go away, as if something terrible was about to happen.

That unrestrained laughter, which he could never forget, lingered in his mind.

"Could it be a cold?"

Emilia asked worriedly, blinking at Simmel.

"It's alright, don't worry."

Simmel smiled slightly as she looked at Emilia's unreserved concern and silently took a sip of tea.

But I asked myself a strange question.

Why would I think of the Demon King at this time?

There shouldn't be any problem, since the Demon King is already dead.

……

Night falls, and the white moon hangs high in the sky.

A dog crouched low in the flowerbed of the Earl's mansion, holding two bush leaves in its paws.

Those dark eyes that glowed in the night proved the person's identity: Leng Chang.

At this moment, he was filled with seriousness and solemnly approached the main building.

Hehehehehe!

Tonight, Roswaal will die!

Once Roswaal is dead, all the trouble will be over!

Rem can continue living in Roswaal's manor, and even the newly arrived Border Count won't do anything extra.

In this way, Rem was able to make a living.

As for why she didn't want anything to happen to Roswaal, that was beyond her control!

Roswaal was assassinated by his enemies, what does that have to do with me, Leng Chang?

At worst, we can just shift the blame to the Witch Cult!

perfect!

Splashy!

If I can take down Roswaal this time without anyone noticing...

and many more! ?

Ok?

Leng Chang peeked out from the bushes and suddenly noticed that there was someone in the bushes opposite him!

Who would be there at this time? Elsa? Meli, the Beastmaster?

Does this mean they've already started taking action?!

Just then, Leng Chang suddenly noticed someone approaching, very close behind him!

What?!

There are other people here?!

He was startled and turned around with wide eyes, only to see signs of trembling in the flower bushes behind him.

In an instant, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he waited for the person behind him with a sinister, crawling aura.

No matter who it is! Today, I'm going to make sure you don't leave alive!

I can feel it! The location is coming!

It's now!

"Ada—!"

Leng Chang kicked out and felt his sole hit the person's head, unleashing an invincible series of kicks.

"Enemy! Damn it! Enemy! Attack!"

"Stop! Stop! Stop! They're on the same side! On the same side!"

The next second, Kitahara Iori's voice rang out, leaving Leng Chang stunned on the spot.

He asked in surprise and a low voice, "Holy crap, what are you doing here?"

Ouch! That hurts! Couldn't you have been a little gentler?

With a bloody nose, Kitahara Iori crawled to Leng Chang's side, her face full of speechlessness.

Who would have thought it would be such a coincidence?

Chapter 251 Good! Very well planned!

"No! What are you doing here?!"

Leng Chang peered out, bewildered, his face full of clear confusion. Luckily, Kitahara Iori had a thick skin, otherwise he would have been knocked unconscious by those few kicks.

"I'm just trying not to put Rem in a difficult position. You see, if Rem wants her current peaceful life, she can't avoid Roswaal. How can she maintain her current life if this issue isn't resolved?"

Kitahara Iori, wiping her nosebleed, was incredibly frustrated. If she weren't afraid of being discovered, she would have already started a fight with Leng Chang.