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Seeing this, Roland put his arm around her slender waist.

"Okay... I'm sorry. I'm wrong. I've been reflecting on it. This dress suits you very well. I'm very touched. Thank you, Aoko."

Aoko, who had been so strong just now, suddenly lost all her momentum in the face of such straightforward words. She lowered her head in embarrassment, but her body still honestly held Roland's hand.

This look also made Roland narrow his eyes and asked with some anticipation.

"Come to think of it, since this is a school for young ladies, the material of this uniform should be very high-end, right? It shouldn't be so easy to get damaged?"

"……Um."

Although Qingzi had guessed Roland's next plan, she was waiting for this moment and couldn't even say no, and fell easily.

Before Roland gave her orders, she unbuttoned the top button, revealing a hint of milky white skin that was a little dazzling under the color of the uniform and the light.

When more graceful curves whiter than the first snow appeared in the air, Roland suddenly spoke.

"and many more……"

"I know, it's been a long time after all."

Aoko took a deep breath, rolled her eyes at Roland, and then made a subtle sound mixed with shyness, and gently brought her legs together, which were wearing black stockings and hidden under her uniform.

"Don't take off your socks, right?"

Roland was silent for a while, not knowing how to answer. He could only continue to look at the beautiful scenery under the soft light with a reluctant look.

Soon after, Aoko stopped moving and made the sound as if she was using all her strength.

"All right……"

But before she could finish her words, the sound of the old wooden door being pushed open made the two of them subconsciously turn their heads.

"Youzhu, didn't you go to school?"

"No matter how you look at it, I should be the one saying this." Miss Witch gnashed her teeth and stared at her friend, "What are you doing wearing my clothes!"

Afterwards, the three of them returned to the living room and looked at Aoko kneeling on the ground. Kuonji Yuju unceremoniously sat on Roland's legs, looking down at her friend below with a slightly frowned brow.

"I don't mind running away, but the nature of this incident is completely different. So, do you have any objection to accepting the punishment?"

"Protest! Although I did make a mistake, this was not premeditated. It was just a pre-training for Roland's next move! If we don't raise this guy's threshold, we'll be in big trouble!"

"what?"

Roland looked up in bewilderment, and had not yet reacted to Aoko's words, but Kuonji Yuju had already grasped the crux of the matter.

"Rejected," the witch said with cold eyes, "If that's all, it's okay to tell me. Besides, I can also increase the threshold... But you reminded me. As a punishment, Aoko, you must continue to stay in this state for the rest of the time. You are not allowed to leave here, and you are not allowed to make any unnecessary movements."

"Eh?"

Aozaki Aoko was well aware of the persistent desire for revenge beneath Aritsu's cold appearance. Looking at the witch lady who raised her lips and slowly changed her sitting direction, leaving her back to her, she subconsciously swallowed her saliva and stared at everything in front of her in a daze.

Although it hadn't really started yet, looking at the increasingly bright expressions on her friend's face and Roland, who was being dyed with the colors of a witch, Aoko could already feel her body heating up and her heartbeat gradually speeding up.

Although he had no intention of resisting, Roland was still somewhat concerned about the witch's subsequent behavior, so he asked calmly.

"Youzhu, don't you want to change places?"

"It's not necessary."

The girl shook her head, a strange light flashing in her pupils, and she felt heat rising in her cold body.

"Since this is to help you raise your threshold, if you want excitement, then just follow through with it."

Jiuyuansi Youzhu gently approached Roland's earlobe, slightly opened her red lips, and revealed a devilish smile.

"Next, I will make sure you never forget what it feels like to be a witch..."

……

Although she looked very cold on the surface, Kuonji Arizuma did not intend to remain angry with Aoko. After she realized her true feelings and vented all her resentment, she and Aoko quickly reconciled. Although the magician seemed to have gained a new excitement because of this incident.

As for Roland, he didn't know how to evaluate the day that almost broke his sanity, but his most profound memory was probably that the witch tasted really good.

After the three of them calmed down, Aozaki Aoko finally answered Roland's doubts.

Although it was largely motivated by personal interest, her behavior was not entirely selfish.

The magician knew very well that Roland's current state was not complete. Even though he had obtained the power of the Earthly God, Big Head had basically reshaped Roland's body and mind. The evil power of mankind had only gained some residual benefits, and he had barely escaped from the state of a young beast.

Even though it was not difficult for the beast to write its own existence and destiny, it was still a bit strenuous in front of a universe half the size of the entire Type-Moon. Without a good period of recuperation, it would still be difficult for Roland to show the complete form of the beast.

However, because of the same goal, Qingzi still found a shortcut for Roland through future memories.

"By devouring your other half, not only can your strength be quickly restored, but the six beasts can also become complete more quickly."

"So, I still don't understand how these things are related to our previous actions. Since you know where the half body is, why don't you just tell Roland and let him eat it?"

Miss Witch looked at Qingzi suspiciously. Although what the other party said made sense, she still couldn't be convinced to this extent.

"That's the crux of the matter. Even if I told Roland where it was, he wouldn't be able to eat it."

Having said that, Qingzi's expression became somewhat solemn.

"That thing, to be frank, is just a raw material. It must have the right power to make it take shape as an embryo. However, even Roland doesn't have this qualification now. And in order to deal with the woman who has this qualification, these preparations are necessary."

"Who is she?"

Hearing Qingzi's comments, Roland also looked at her with interest.

Even though she was being beaten the whole time, it would have been very easy for her to escape if she hadn't used the Heaven's Creation that could influence the entire universe to perfectly grasp the weakness of Qingzi's magic. Roland was a little curious about her identity because she could make a magician like her show an expression of fear and disgust, and she had qualifications that he couldn't do now.

"Well...how should I put it?"

Thinking of that figure, Qingzi shuddered subconsciously, thinking about the impression he had of her.

Crazy monster?

The embodiment of truth?

A girl in love?

These are all true... but not quite accurate enough. For Roland, this evaluation is indeed the most accurate.

The blue magician looked at Roland seriously and said.

"She is a woman who can become your mother."

Chapter 240 Professor Leif

"Anyway, it's some reason I can't understand. I see. So this time you plan to learn about your competitors and decide whether to eliminate them?"

Waver felt his head aching again. Looking at Roland in front of him, he began to mourn for the other contestants in this Holy Grail War.

"This time is different from the last time. Because of the uncertainty of the new universe, many branches of this Holy Grail War are also chaotic in my eyes. I can look forward to what kind of fun it will bring when these chaos collide with each other."

"However, I just heard a name from your student that I was a little concerned about, so I just wanted to confirm it."

Weber was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized who Roland was referring to.

"You mean Maris Billy? Does he have any qualities that are worth targeting you?"

Weber was still very confident in his forensic vision.

Among all the monarchs he had ever met, this astronomy expert was the easiest to talk to. He was neither as domineering as those from noble families, nor as crazy as other magicians. The only thing that was worrying was probably his obsession with ideals. The danger and trouble he caused were totally disproportionate to his status. Even Weber did not feel wary or averse to him.

"Normally, he doesn't," Roland curled his lips and showed a meaningful smile. "In the old world, he is no different from other ordinary people, but some cards must be combined to show his true level."

In the new world, Roland can clearly feel the disorder of the timeline, because his own destiny is integrated into it, resulting in everything being possible in this world he lives in. Old characters may get new destinies because of the changes in the world, and some characters who should not be born may also be born. These possibilities created by him are also the fundamental reason why the world condones his actions.

And when the monarch of the astronomy department decided to participate in the Holy Grail War, even Roland could not remain indifferent to the direction of the world it foreshadowed.

"I want to meet him, please help me arrange it."

"I always feel like you have some subtle illusion about my status..."

Weber shook his head helplessly. Although he was one of the twelve monarchs of the Clock Tower, the treatment he received was very different from that of the other monarchs. Although his office and other face-saving facilities were very luxurious, his daily life was quite ordinary. He lived in an old apartment and ate ordinary meals. Although he had an astronomical amount of savings in his card, he usually didn't dare to spend a penny because he had to pay it back after all.

In addition, the monarchs are elusive figures, and some have already retreated behind the scenes. It is not possible to make an appointment with them alone by simply delivering a message.

"However, if he is the one being invited, it is still within my capabilities. Although Marisbury rarely returns to the Clock Tower, I happen to know someone who can contact him. I just made an appointment with him and plan to ask for details in this regard. He should be here soon."

"Oh?" Roland raised his eyebrows. "Even you, as the monarch, can't pass messages to the astronomical monarch in real time. How can someone else have this privilege?"

"That Lord Animusphia is such a person. Because he is too devoted to his ideals, he is not interested in politics at all. He even rejects it and does not want to involve his own plans in it. Therefore, unless they are partners recognized by him, even if other monarchs want to contact him, they can only use official letters and wait until he goes to check once a month to receive a reply."

In response to this question, Waver smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Even in the Clock Tower, it's rare to find a magus like him who is also a research geek."

This statement made Roland's expression even more subtle.

"So, the person who was able to contact Marisbury is also a research geek."

"Now, it can't be considered wrong... But for talented people, this title is more like a compliment. He is different from me, but he is a child prodigy who reached the throne at the age of 20. Although he has always kept himself in the archaeology department, resulting in a low reputation, in my opinion, his research is quite heavyweight in the archaeology system."

Even though he knew Roland's true identity, he still gave him such a high evaluation, which shows how much he admired that person.

This behavior aroused Roland's interest. Just as he was about to speak, his eyes suddenly fixed on the door behind him that was not closed.

This performance made Weber realize something, but before he turned around, a deep and rich voice suddenly came from behind him.

"It really makes me, a person who has accomplished nothing, feel ashamed to receive praise from El-Melloi II."

A strange figure slowly walked into Weber's office. Contrary to the impression given by the steady voice, the man looked quite young.

He was wearing a dark green coat, black trousers and boots, which were not very common but matched his outfit very well. He also wore a tall hat of the same color as his clothes. His hair was neatly combed. He looked like an aristocrat from the last century, giving people an impression of rigor and self-discipline.

"Let me introduce you," Weber stood up, "This is the child prodigy I just mentioned."

"Second, please stop making fun of me," the strange young man looked at Weber helplessly, then smiled gently at Roland, "Hello, nice to meet you. I'm Leif Lionel Flauros."

Although he had already had some guesses in his mind, when he saw the once famous name become a real existence and appear before his eyes, Roland was still stunned for a rare moment.

This is not just because of the other party's name. Although the Demon Pillar family is rare, it is not to the level that there is no second one. The Makiri family, the predecessor of the Matou family, also has the blood of the Demon Pillar. Even if the timing is right, Matou Zouken, who has not yet completely turned evil, also has the possibility of becoming a Demon Pillar.

But even among the many Demon Pillar families, Leif Lionel Flauros is a very special existence.

After all, ever since this famous Grand Bomber officially became the Demon Pillar, the world has gradually begun to deviate from the norm and has begun to move towards the grand goal of saving humanity and never looking back.

But it was completely different from what Roland had expected. This young man, who came from the archaeology department and whose split personality symptoms had not been cured, was quite straightforward and cheerful.

After hearing Weber's purpose, he pondered for a while, then readily agreed to help contact Marisbury. He even did not hide much about why he wanted to enter Chaldea, which was a relatively private matter.

"It's just for the sake of the crown designation."

Leif explained in a very calm tone that the Grand Designation, as the highest theoretical rank in the sense of mysticism, is the true pinnacle. When any magic family is first established, it will leave behind an eternal mission and engrave it in its blood. Each subsequent generation of family members, although their methods and personalities may be different, will move forward for this mission imperceptibly, actively or unconsciously.

"In order to make the world that once existed in the past and the theorems reproduced in the modern times, and to make magic flourish now, joining Chaldea is the best way for me to complete them."

Looking at the sudden silence of Roland and Waver, Leif spoke softly, thinking that the two did not understand.

"Because I am a magician with imaginary attributes, I can dive in an imaginary space where the concept of time does not exist, and thus come into contact with the possibilities of the future and the past, so I can't help but have this curiosity. The decline of magic is an irreversible change that began with the end of the Age of Gods. As we all know, the end of the Age of Gods was marked by King Arthur's death when he returned the sword in the lake."

When he said this, Leif's face unconsciously revealed a genuine joy.

"Then, if we in the modern era create a special history in which the holy sword is not returned, can we continue the mysterious prosperity? Such a change may bring about new changes to the present."

"Even with Chaldea's means, being able to observe the future for nearly a hundred years is already amazing. To interfere with the past, I'm afraid a more powerful force is needed."

Waver frowned, muttered to himself, and pointed out the key.

"It is indeed as you said, Second." After Waver pointed out my shortcomings, Leif's face darkened at first, but he quickly cheered up. "Even if I devote my entire life to this goal, the distance between me and my dream may be as slow as a snail's crawl. But as long as I keep moving forward, then what I have paid for this future today will not be meaningless."

"As long as that remains, it will be enough to continue to support my passion."

Roland began to understand why Rafe was favored by Marisbury, Webber and others. He was talented but not ostentatious, had lofty ambitions but remained down-to-earth, was hardworking and positive, and it was hard for people to dislike him.

And I didn't smell any bad smell on him. Hasn't he officially turned into a Demon Pillar yet?

That's right, Chaldea hasn't even officially started construction yet. Although the world's trend is gradually approaching, it's still a little short of the critical node... In other words, if we interfere now, there will probably be fun to watch in the future...

Just as Roland was lost in thought, Leif's apologetic voice interrupted him.

"Sorry, I'm always like this. I tend to complain when it comes to research."

As if noticing that he seemed to have ignored Roland, Leif turned his head and looked at Roland.

"It's okay," Roland shook his head gently, indicating that he didn't care, and extended his hand to Leif in a friendly manner. "I also gained a lot from today's conversation."

"Really? I'm really honored."

Leif stood up, took the hand that Roland handed over, and shook it politely. Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he took a step back and took off his hat towards Weber and Roland.

"Well, since I have to take some time off today and I have some research to do, I'll take my leave now. Ah... Don't worry, I will inform Lord Animphia of the meeting as soon as possible."