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

Chapter 452 When the Situation Ends

Just after the Demon King finished speaking, Kalia walked out of the empty house at the back.

As soon as I came out, I saw Roland and the Demon King whispering to each other.

My intuition was right.

The subtle displeasure in my heart is also real.

Damn it, I was the one who put in the most effort from beginning to end, but Roland didn't care about me at all... Even if I wasn't injured, I still used up a lot of my energy.

And yet, I was so concerned about him when he just disappeared...

The more I think about it, the uglier I get.

"Cough cough."

Kalia leaned against the doorframe, then coughed: "What are you two talking about? Can I listen?"

Before Roland could answer, the Demon King turned his head and laughed: "Of course you can. I was just telling Roland about my relationship with my teacher and this seal, and some stories from the past."

"We need to talk about something before you finish your work, otherwise it'll be too boring, right?"

After saying that, the Demon King reached into his storage ring and pulled out an ancient brass pocket watch: "Ah~~ It's almost time. There's a battle meeting to be held later. I'll head back to the Chalk Wall first, and it seems like I won't be involved in the rest of the matters."

"A war council?" Kalia was taken aback and asked instinctively.

Roland looked at the Demon King with some surprise: "Is there some problem within the Demon Clan?"

The Demon King nodded: "Hmm. As for the Demon King's Court, their situation seems a bit strange, and they've been gathering their forces. I wonder what they're up to."

"Previously, just to prevent your situation from affecting the development of events, I only ordered the Lich King's Court and the Blood Demon King's Court to assemble and prepare for war within Platia, while also notifying the Empire's border legions to be on high alert."

"I must say, the time I spent with you has given me, this heinous and wicked demon king, a bit more credibility. Whether it's that princess or the leader of the legion, they are still willing to listen to my advice."

"In short, to ensure stability in the Enwa region, the Gargoyle King's forces must not be moved."

"This operation will mainly rely on the Blood Demon King's Court and the Lich King's Court... However, from the perspective of cooperation, the best choice is to have the court that is most similar to humans and has the highest intelligence to be responsible for cooperating with humans."

"However, during the insurance period, I still gathered a portion of the Gargoyle Royal Court's army, as well as several major families in the city, to form an army of 100,000 men led by three great demons, and assembled them on the border of Gawain Territory."

"Unfortunately, the two member states of the federation that have already broken free from the mind control of the Heart-Beating Demon King's Court are unwilling to let us pass through... Heh, that makes sense."

After saying that, the Demon King looked at Roland and said, "Let the Empire prepare as well."

"To be honest... I have a very bad feeling... After all, the rate of unexpected events in recent months has been too high."

"In particular, behind almost all major events, there is the presence of the power of an evil god."

"It's as if the world itself has been put on an accelerator by some being."

"...I hope these are just my imagination."

"That's it, I'll be going now. Enwa still has a lot of things to take care of."

"The great demon from the Blood Demon King's Court will stay behind and will later accompany you to the front lines. This is Danso's request."

"This kid is really carefree. Including Alucard and Dracula, who have already set off, all the great demons of the Blood Demon Court, including the King of the Court, are outside Enva."

"The defense of their own base is surprisingly weak; they really have a big heart."

After sighing, the Demon King used the Spear of Boundaries to tear open a spatial rift, then used his superb spatial positioning ability to create a teleportation portal before leaving the ruins of the Papal City.

Roland looked on with a hint of envy.

Long-distance spatial positioning is not something he excels at, at least not at present.

If that were possible, there would have been no need to resort to desperate measures when caught in the spatial turbulence.

After the Demon King left, Roland used the Moon Spirit Essence to pull up Little Gray, who was still asleep, and then looked at Kalia: "Let's go, Lia, let's go outside the city and take a look. Then we can take the airship back."

Kalia laughed: "Isn't there going to be any serious business today?"

"We've already cleaned up such a huge mess for the Vatican, let them figure out what to do next," Roland said wearily, waving his hand.

"Hey~~~" Kalia looked at Roland with some dissatisfaction: "I was the one fighting the whole time, so why do you look so tired?"

Roland gave a wry smile: "I haven't really used up much physical or magical energy... I'm just a little mentally exhausted."

"You've had that experience before, right? After using your brain a lot or being under a lot of mental stress, you feel like you don't want to do anything and just want to sleep or rest as soon as possible."

Kalia sighed: "No, not at all. Not even when we were escaping from the pursuit."

"I don't understand what's wrong with you... but since you're tired, let me take you out with me."

As soon as she finished speaking, the shadow beneath Kalia's feet began to wriggle, and two shadow beasts that looked like large beds with legs emerged.

"What a convenient ability..." Roland couldn't help but sigh again.

Then he obediently lay down on the bed, and casually tossed Little Gray onto another bed.

The journey out of the city was quite long.

The three of them walked slowly for half an hour before they finally saw the shadow of the city gate. Roland, who had rested briefly, was also a little more energetic.

But just like how sleeping only makes you more tired, although you feel more energetic mentally, this time your body is starting to feel tired.

"Haa~~~Yawn~~~"

"Lia, you should take Little Gray back first. You must be quite exhausted from such a long battle. You should rest too. I'll treat you to a big meal after you've rested."

After saying that, Roland jumped off the bed, yawned, stretched, and walked over to Kalia.

Kalia gave Roland a light shove, annoyed. "Hey, what are you going to do now?"

"Shouldn't we at least say hello?" Roland smiled helplessly.

"I knew it..." Kalia muttered under her breath, then, taking Roland by surprise, she delivered a powerful blow from above, striking Roland on the neck and sending him crashing back onto the bed.

Although Roland wasn't knocked unconscious, before he could get up again, countless shadow tentacles bound his limbs and neck.

...a somewhat familiar experience.

Roland had no intention of resisting, and said somewhat helplessly, "Alright, I'll go back and rest with you, okay?"

"Is it really necessary to tie me up so tightly?"

"Hmph!" Kalia didn't answer Roland, but continued to bind them, and then led Roland and Little Gray out of the city gate.

Then, facing the gazes of the high-ranking members of the Vatican, Kalia coldly uttered two words.

"Step aside."

The chilling words, accompanied by the lingering aura of eternal stillness, immediately frightened a group of high-ranking members of the Vatican, whose condition was not exactly good, into making way for them.

Suren, who was already a saint and only needed one more procedure to ascend to the rank of saint, also stood at the front row and was the only one who did not make way for others.

She simply looked at Kalia and asked, "Is Roland alright?"

"It's nothing, I'm just tired and want to take a nap." When she saw it was Suren, Kalia didn't continue to put on a bad face. Instead, she started chatting with him warmly and they even made an appointment to go shopping together at the Chalk Wall the next day.

Kalia then led Roland and Little Grey toward the Imperial personnel.

After talking with Iluvia and Cellina for a while, he was tapped on the head with his staff by Flam in an annoyed manner, and then awkwardly climbed the gangway of the airship.

Afterwards, apart from a few diplomats, an airship, and a team of elite border guards responsible for the diplomats' safety, everyone else left the scene.

If Roland could turn his neck, he would have spotted the leader of the negotiation team he had met before among those diplomats.

Clearly, after leaving Isfar, he was given a certain degree of important responsibilities and promotion.

Suren stood there, looking up at the airship that was moving further and further away. Then he sighed with some emotion and turned to look at Clark beside the group.

"Teacher, I'm going back to the Chalk Wall too."

Is this alright for you?

Clark glared at Suren and snorted, then said, "You're a saint now, you don't need to ask me for anything."

"...Don't sneak out like that next time. At least leave some information before you go. Do you know how worried I was?"

"Let's go, let's go. Anyway, you can't handle the rebuilding of Papal City and the counting of casualties. These are the Cardinals' business."

"Hehe, I'll be going now."

Suren laughed, then quickly caught up with the airship that hadn't gone far. He then made a big leap into the air, used wind elemental magic to propel himself onto the airship's deck.

Clark sighed as he watched all this, then smiled with satisfaction.

As an ascetic, he didn't actually have any pursuits.

Perhaps the only wish is for Suren to have a good future and a bright future.

Now, he seems to have no need to worry about the future of this child who has been overly mature since childhood.

Although Suren's performance from childhood to adulthood has never disappointed.

Everyone in the Vatican knew she had a bright future, but no one expected that day to come so soon.

Then, the Pope's voice drew Clark's attention back.

Clark gave a wry smile. With just this one disaster, it would be very difficult for the Holy See to recover its strength.

Although the top experts were not lost, the lower-level priests were not greatly affected.

But the middle-level forces at the seventh and eighth rings are the key to the Vatican's ability to maintain its influence.

But now... most of these people have died in the disaster, and the number of civilian casualties is even more difficult to count.

Fortunately, the Vatican had not stopped evacuating civilians before.

Although a considerable number of residents still lived in the three towns outside the Papacy when the disaster struck, they ultimately did not suffer the worst possible outcome.

(End of this chapter)