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

Chapter 446 Yesterday Reappears
"Beep beep!!!"

The sound of a horn behind him made Roland belatedly take a step back, and then a car sped past him.

Then, looking at the familiar street in front of him, Roland felt a sense of both familiarity and strangeness.

Skyscrapers, crowds, speeding cars, and traffic lights...

Without realizing it, have I become so unfamiliar with these things?
He walked to the shop behind him and looked at his reflection through the shop's glass.

Gray hair, lake-green eyes... even his clothes haven't changed.

What he reached into his pocket wasn't a phone, but several imprinted bullets with spell interference and spell countermeasures engraved on them. Roland had kept some on hand ever since he discovered that these bullets could be used by simply throwing them with his hand, although they required additional magic to trigger.

Looking down again, he saw that even the dual pistols that Aslan had made were still neatly attached to the armor belt on his leg.

Then Roland chuckled softly, a hint of melancholy in his voice.

Of course he missed this world and his hometown.

But now that he's really back... even though it's almost certainly an illusion or an independent space created using his memories... he suddenly realizes that he doesn't really want to come back here.

It was all just a case of wishful thinking, like Lord Ye's love of dragons.

However... even if it's just an illusion, it's still nice to be able to see the scenery from the past one more time.

Especially when there's no way out.

Although he had all the necessary items and equipment, Roland was unable to use any form of power, not even mental power.

He returned to being an ordinary person, and because of his unusual hair color and striking appearance, passersby on the street would often cast curious and scrutinizing glances at him.

It really is a vivid illusion...

Roland smiled and then headed toward the place he remembered, the place where he loved to take a walk after work or after dinner.

If the space is big enough, he should be able to get there, right?

After all, it wasn't far from the street where I was.

After a long absence, Roland put his hands in the pockets of his trench coat, trying to recreate the habit he used to have when strolling down the street.

The awkward feeling did indeed come through... which made Roland laugh self-deprecatingly again.

But he continued walking away into the distance.

Not far away, there is a river. Crossing the bridge over the river leads to the city's most bustling downtown area. Yet, in this very place, there is a corner by the river where hardly anyone can be seen.

There, the sound of the churning river can even drown out the hum of vehicles.

Almost every resident of this city knows this place, but hardly anyone walks around here.

Occasionally you can see a few fishermen setting up their fishing rods here.

But most of the time, tranquility is the dominant theme here.

In the busiest and most congested part of the city, there was a quiet little corner... When Roland first realized this, he was pleasantly surprised.

Even now, Roland can still feel that same stirring in his heart that he felt many years ago.

Sure enough, even in this strange space, there was no one around.

Even those who occasionally pass by keep quiet and then head towards their destination.

Roland sat down on a bench beside the small riverside walkway, quietly enjoying the breeze from the river and watching the water surge and churn like a river formed from crumpled paper.

The camphor tree on the bench blocked out the sunlight, with only a few dappled rays of light filtering through the leaves onto his hands, and occasionally he could hear a bird call or two.

The sound of car horns could still be heard occasionally, and the bridge not far away was still congested with cars and people.

This seemed to be a reminder to Roland that he was still in the city.

"Is this your hometown?"

An unfamiliar voice rang in Roland's ears. Roland did not turn around, but simply nodded slightly and said, "If I were you, I wouldn't appear."

"No matter how much time passes differently here than outside... I will never have little time to ponder methods and to relive the past in a rare and immersive way."

The visitor didn't speak, but simply sat down next to Roland, squeezing onto a bench with him.

Roland then turned his head to look at this presumptuous guest.

Gray hair, gray eyes... and a very modern outfit.

"Do people here like to dress like this?" Little Grey looked down at his clothes, then looked at Roland and said, "Don't get me wrong, I didn't show myself voluntarily, I was just locked up with you."

"In other words, we were cellmates."

"Lock him up?" Roland raised an eyebrow, then looked away, leaned forward, and continued to gaze at the scenery of his hometown.

If he could, he would love to use a memory magic spell to record everything in front of him.

It's good to keep it as a memento.

Roland still had no intention of going out, even after Little Gray suddenly appeared.

He didn't believe that Kalia in her current Goddess form would be easily defeated. In fact, Roland felt that Kalia's success rate in a one-on-one fight was quite high. After all, Kalia's condition was definitely stronger than Little Gray's original form, which had been imprisoned in the seal for countless years.

Moreover, Roland believed that if Kalia knew what he was doing, she would support him staying a little longer.

The walk is not long; you can leisurely stroll along the riverbank and explore the most bustling downtown area of ​​this not-so-large city in an hour and a half.

Moreover, since he's locked up, all he needs to do is find the "lock," then unlock it or simply smash it to get out.

Xiao Hui explained, "You were locked in your own memories, and to some extent, you were locked in voluntarily."

"Otherwise, this method wouldn't have been so successful, and you wouldn't have been able to keep so many personal belongings and clothes."

"As far as I remember, this method allows people to see themselves in the cage during the corresponding period, and the person is not aware that they are locked up, and may even gradually believe that this is how they should be."

After saying that, Little Grey looked at Roland with some surprise: "I didn't expect you to fall for it too."

Roland smiled and said, "Everyone has precious memories that they can't let go of."

"Even though I don't have many fond memories of my hometown, just being able to see it again, even if it's just a mirage reconstructed from my memories, is an experience I long for."

Little Grey tilted its head: "Can't you go back?"

Roland nodded.

"Has our homeland been destroyed?" Little Grey continued to ask.

"No...at least not when I left."

"Then why can't we go back?"

Roland was silent for a long time, then gave a bitter smile: "Because it's too far... so far that I don't know if I'll ever find my way home."

"However, just seeing the scenery of my hometown makes me feel nostalgic, but actually going back is out of the question."

"I prefer my current life to that place."

Roland didn't explain further, but simply stood up from the bench and continued walking along the riverside path: "Come on, fellow inmate, I hope you know something about escaping."

"Let's talk as we walk."

Little Grey quickly caught up with Roland and said, "I don't know anything about escaping from prison, and besides, I'm not stupid enough to tell you how to get out."

Roland didn't respond; he wasn't surprised by the answer. Instead, he asked another question: "Before you disappeared, was the person who spoke in your last moments yourself?"

Little Grey shook his head: "I don't know. I felt a little disoriented after we ate on the grassland."

"By the time you realized what was happening, we were already here. But before you arrived, this was just a pitch-black space, with nothing in it."

Roland nodded, then turned to Little Grey: "This is a rare opportunity, let me show you around."

"Maybe we'll find a way out while we're wandering around."

Little Grey nodded, then asked, "Aren't you afraid something might happen outside?"

Roland nodded, then shook his head: "It would be a lie to say I'm not worried. But I trust Leah."

"And even if you rage and panic in a fit of impotence, it doesn't mean you'll find a way out."

“Unlike Leah, my power is not so obviously destructive, let alone like now, where I can’t exert any power at all.”

"If there's no strong way to break the deadlock, then we have to look for clues."

"Since it's a cage woven from my memories, the way out must also be in my memories."

Little Grey didn't continue the conversation, but walked to Roland's side and then turned to look at the river beside him: "Do you like this scenery? I don't think there's anything interesting about it. Why don't you take me to walk through those strange buildings?"

“Speaking of scenery alone, there’s really nothing to see,” Roland laughed. “But walking here gives me a sense of nostalgia.”

As Roland spoke, he held onto the railing of the riverside walkway: "Repeating some old habits and walking some paths I've walked before will bring back more memories for me."

"The good, the bad, the exciting, the boring... it doesn't matter, because no matter what, it's all the life I've lived, proof that I've lived, and traces of my continued existence."

Then, Roland seemed to think of something strange, and she looked at Little Grey: "Why would she lock you and me in the same place?"

"If we really want to be safe, wouldn't it be safer to detain them separately?"

"Or does she think that locking you and me together will cause internal conflict between us?"

"After all, your existence is already a troublesome situation for the main body."

"A fragment of a soul with self-awareness, which she even actively split off from."

"She can't eliminate you on her own initiative. Eliminating you would mean eliminating her own soul, which would weaken her own strength. Moreover, with an incomplete soul, amnesia is a minor issue. Without special means, the most troublesome thing would be if she fell into a state of madness, wouldn't it?"

"even……"

Roland didn't continue speaking, because the originally sunny riverside walkway was instantly transformed into a nighttime scene.

The scarlet moon hung in the sky, dripping a thick, eerie light that resembled blood.

Little Grey looked up at the moon in the sky and asked in surprise, "Wow~~~ Roland, does your hometown still have such unique scenery?"

(End of this chapter)