How Can a Woman Have Fun in Farming?

Roswaal looked at the steed floating beside him.

Because of the contract signed, it was impossible for Roswaal to betray Melaquik.

He closed his eyes with a faint voice.

"Desire, that is to grasp the ultimate everything, there is nothing that cannot be given up."

Holding the book in front of his chest, Roswaal seemed to be trapped in some kind of distant past.

It was at this time.

brush la la ~ brush la la ~

Invisibly, there seemed to be the sound of pages being turned, ringing in Roswaal's ear alone.

The Gospels are giving the latest hints.

"The fusion begins, leading the hatred to the distant eternal frozen land."

Clear questions emerge on paper.

Transformed into an indifferent Roswaal, he manipulates the contract with Melaquique.

"Fusion, according to the experiment all the time, let's fuse."

He held the book in his hands and looked at the front as he spoke.

The killing and fighting and mutual killing continued, but no one saw Roswaal.

And Roswaal still moved forward step by step as if he hadn't seen anything.

Feeling some kind of pull, the flaming Melaquique began to be bound by the contract, leaning towards Roswaal's body.

"As an individual human being, accept the fear of all human beings, and you will become a madman."

The flaming steed began to burn.

In the overlapping voices, there was a certain incomprehension of everything in front of him.

It can't even understand why Roswaal has to listen to the endless "Gospel" even if his consciousness is gone.

At the moment when the steed came into contact with the person, there seemed to be some kind of wonderful reaction.

The boundaries between the micro-elves and Melaquique began to draw closer endlessly.

Then--

puff~

There seemed to be some kind of slight buzzing sound, and the membrane was pierced.

Roswaal, who used himself as a test subject for the first fusion, felt something that belonged to him being grasped in the palm of his hand.

Afraid, Afraid, Afraid, Afraid, Afraid...

The irresistible desires and emotions, mixed with memories, seemed to turn into a torrent, and began to circle in Roswaal's mind.

The bits and pieces of getting along with a certain teacher in the past turned into the scene that Roswaal was most afraid of seeing.

It was a white-haired figure lying in a pool of blood.

"Teacher~"

Roswaal, who was kneeling in the next moment, slowly stood up.

Intense fear enveloped the heart.

Endless regrets eat away at the soul.

Everything is buried in the deepest part, and the most dreaded scene is repeated endlessly before my eyes.

"Teacher~teacher~teacher~teacher~teacher~"

Roswaal released the aura belonging to Melaquique to his heart's content.

It is more miraculous than magic, and more advanced than protection.

The thing called power, which belongs exclusively to the witch and the bishop, was held in Roswaal's hands.

Based on everything he fears, the factors dispersed in the air began to shape the final ability.

The thing he dreads the most, the thing he dreads the most, the thing he most wants to nip in the bud is—change

As long as everything is recorded in the "Gospel", then everything will eventually be achieved as the teacher said.

Even if one's own death is compared with it, there is no comparison.

"According to the script! Everyone, stop everything in the embryonic stage."

In the indifference, there was an uncontrollable fear, and even a certain tremor in his voice.

Now, he is a devil.

Dreadman, Roswaal.

……

The flames are still burning in the ghost village.

In the village, whether it is the witch cultists who came to attack, or the ghost clan who was defeated and about to be exterminated.

Those who were still alive stood up.

He stared blankly at the figure in clown makeup flying in the sky.

At this time, both sides of the battle finally noticed the unexpected guest who did not know when to arrive.

But even if you pay attention, it's useless now.

Following Roswaal's order, a fine red light spot was inhaled by them.

Something deep in memory begins to be replaced.

The original purpose of the witch cultists was reversed and redirected, and in the most reasonable way, they pointed to the place called permafrost.

The target of hatred in the memory of the ghosts began to be covered up and replaced a little bit.

The male figure with black hair and black eyes became the only main theme.

It was he who burned down the entire village with fireballs all over the sky, and it was he who mercilessly slashed the blade at the future star of the ghost clan.

Everyone put Lu Yuan's figure in the most appropriate and hated position in their minds.

All the information about the makeover did not come from Roswaal, but from themselves.

It's like the most brilliant hypnotist, telling the hypnotized the purpose, and then let the hypnotist write for himself the most trustworthy memory for himself.

Not only the memory, but when the thoughts began to change, the surrounding fire-shrouded ruins also followed, and began to reverse and change a little, becoming more in line with the memories written by these people.

Even the white-haired old ghost who was severely burned and looked like he was on the verge of death, his skin had recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The stage began to be set and the evidence began to be established.

Eliminate, eliminate, eliminate, eliminate.

Unite as one, unite as one.

They want to get rid of Lu Yuan, they want to get rid of Lu Yuan, they want to get everything back on track.

crackling~ crackling~

The flames burn endlessly around.

The confused people who stood up began to wake up one after another.

And Roswaal has disappeared on this land.

"Eternally frozen soil, even if we cooperate with the Witch Cult, the ghost clan will definitely take revenge."

The white-haired old ghost with two horns on his head completely ignored the body that was wriggling and recovering, and swore an oath so loudly with the enemy who was close at hand.

In his eyes, there was some kind of engraved hatred.

And the Witch Cultists dressed in black.

Just watched the actions of the ghosts with cold eyes and said nothing.

……

In the burning flame, Rem stared blankly at her sister in her arms.

"Revenge, revenge, revenge, revenge."

She kept muttering to herself, but there was not much hatred in her words.

Just murmured blankly.

The blue-haired one-horned girl didn't know when she woke up.

the depths of memory.

Her own life, the village engulfed in flames, and the image of her sister who shed tears of blood and screamed because of the severe pain, did not echo in her mind at this time.

Staring blankly forward.

The only thing that kept replaying in his mind was the horn that was cruelly broken off and flew in the air under the blood-red full moon.

And just in an instant.

When Rem looked up at the clown man in the sky.

The broken horn that poured all of Rem's emotions was replaced by another figure.

In the daze, all the lingering confusion, incomprehension and guilt seemed to have finally found a direction in an instant, pouring out towards this place.

Something called hatred exploded in Rem's heart.

A shimmering unicorn is about to start growing on her head.

It was at this time.

"Rem~"

Youyou's voice seemed to carry some doubts.

The powerful sister, the powerful sister, the sister she should be proud of, is saying her name.

"elder sister."