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

Chapter 471 Let the World Burn

Roland was exhausted.

That does not originate from the body, nor even from the spirit or soul.

It was a kind of exhaustion that was hard to describe.

So much so that a long-lost feeling of intense drowsiness surged through his brain like a storm after he was freed from the "trial".

That's why, upon returning to the real world, he immediately found something to sleep on and began to rest.

And unsurprisingly, it soon fell into a deep sleep.

It was a peaceful dream, without any strange or bizarre elements, and without any prophecies filled with riddles.

Only a quiet darkness.

When he opened his eyes again, he only saw Cellina sitting on the sofa beside him reading a book, and a small kerosene lamp.

The dim light illuminated a small corner of the room, and the flickering flames danced across the pages of the book and across Cellina's profile.

She was clearly watching very carefully, or perhaps Roland's awakening was not very loud.

After all, he had only opened his eyes.

Thinking of this, Roland immediately decided to close his eyes and sleep a little longer. He didn't want to disturb Cellina's reading time, and after a nap, his energy was somewhat replenished, so he began to ponder what he had seen in that so-called trial.

That wasn't the real test.

It's just a movie theater where people witness the truth.

He saw the web woven by fate, the beginning and end of the world, and his true self, the role played by the time traveler now known as Roland Lancelot.

Then he understood something.

The deceased woman was just one part of the plan, albeit a rather important executor.

Her understanding of the plan was not complete either.

She knew about the timeline reset, but only about this one.

Or rather, a world reset on this timeline.

This world is extremely complex. Countless destinies, apart from having the same starting point and ending point, do not all develop in the same way.

It's just a matter of degree.

Especially after a certain point in time...

When Roland appeared in that sea of ​​stars as an observer, he used his own hands to touch those withered, decaying, or unhealthy yellowish-green branches of fate, like tree branches.

Then, he looked at the point in time that led to all the changes—the year he traveled back in time, the year he was born as Caul Lancelot's child.

If the threads of fate before this point were like an orderly woven sweater, then the threads after this point are like a tangled mess.

No, calling it a tangled mess would be too kind, but at least Roland could find the end of the thread—destruction.

The course of fate is very complex and full of changes, but only the starting point and the ending point remain unchanged.

The Three Pillar Gods: the starting point of creation, and the end of the destruction of the Four Gods.

It may be completely covered by silent shadows, or reshaped by violent and eerie black mud, or shrouded in thick fog, or become a world of smoldering ashes.

Or perhaps, four forces divided the world equally, and endless wars unfolded under the claws of the four gods until the world was literally destroyed.

No matter how the path to the solution changes, the outcome never changes.

Or perhaps, they never escaped their fate of destruction.

And those tangled threads... Roland recalled the attempts he had witnessed and sighed silently.

Before he was recognized by the King of Men, he had already tried many ways to save the world through reincarnation.

But without exception, they all failed.

Time is repeatedly overwritten, and the timeline is repeatedly restarted, in an attempt to find a way to save the world from these repeated attempts.

But unfortunately, he failed.

Until he chose to erase his own existence, as a vessel for allowing himself, an external factor, to enter the world.

Roland recalled that special branch that shimmered with starlight.

It was only after the King of Men made this choice that this branch began to deviate from the path leading to the end, steer the world's future toward the unknown.

The reasons for this are self-evident.

Roland now just wants to make the most of the remaining time to slack off.

I may not have this much free time after this.

"The Dragon God, the World Tree... I need to find some time to meet these two."

"And the golden horn placed in Enwa, it might be useful once the stone tablet is opened. Of course, it may also not be needed."

Just as Roland was pondering, Cellina appeared before him without his noticing, and gently tapped Roland's head, who was pretending to be asleep, with the spine of the book she was holding.

"If you're awake, stop pretending to be asleep. And if you're going to pretend, at least make it look convincing. Were you secretly thinking about something again?"

Roland sat up helplessly: "Sorry, I saw you were reading and didn't want to disturb you."

"By the way, where did the others go?"

Cellina: "I'll bring you dinner while we're eating. Let's plan our next move: go study rune inscriptions with the people at the academy, or go out for a stroll and enjoy the night view."

"You chose to read here?" Roland asked Cherlinina.

Cellina smiled helplessly at his words: "Someone has to keep an eye on you, right?"

"Or... are you unhappy to see that I'm the only one here?"

Roland smiled helplessly as he stood up: "Well... I am indeed a little disappointed. After all, the room was packed with people before I fell asleep."

Cellina explained, "The situation is special. Although the situation outside seems to be improving, the Demon Queen seems to be very nervous. The same goes for the elves and dragons."

"Elves and dragons?" Roland asked, somewhat surprised. "They're involved too?"

“I almost forgot you didn’t know this,” Cellina explained. “The elves and dragons have now moved their entire populations to the vicinity of the continent.”

"Avalon Island is now near the port of Riskan, and has begun to build defenses, train troops, and modify weapons for the Empire."

"Dragon Island is the same, but it's right next to Isfar, right next to that lady Remilia's island. That great demon lady has already been directly appointed by the Demon King as the demon representative to negotiate with the dragon race. It's a good advantage to be close to the source."

Roland was taken aback for a moment upon hearing this, then breathed a sigh of relief: "I see... It seems I'll receive an invitation soon."

"An invitation?" Cellina repeated thoughtfully, "You mean, like when the Elf King invited you to Avalon?"

Roland nodded, then stood up, walked to the window, and looked out at the night view.

"Yes."

"In any case, we must prepare for the worst."

"Even if it means setting the entire continent ablaze..."

(End of this chapter)