When the lights in the backyard dimmed, Roland saw the witch in the report in the office.
She looked young, at most 16 or 17 years old. Her hands and feet were slender, and her body was thin. It was obvious that she was malnourished. Although she had washed her hair, her short, light brown hair was still as yellow as straw. The most eye-catching thing about her was the black blindfold on her face. Although it had been replaced with a new one, it still stood out in comparison to her young features.
"Your Majesty, she's Momo," Vendy said.
Roland's voice seemed to wake her up. The girl hurriedly knelt down and tried to lower her head as much as possible. "Your, Your Majesty —"
"Pull her up." Roland put down the drawing in his hand and replied in a gentle tone. "Don't be nervous. This isn't a formal occasion, so you don't have to be so cautious. The reason why I asked you to come here is very simple. I want you to perform your ability on me. "
Momo, who had just regained her balance, suddenly looked flustered. "Your Majesty … this … I'm afraid …"
"I know that not everyone is satisfied with their time limit, and some people will even vent their anger on others after getting an answer that they don't like." Roland comforted her. "But I just want to know the result. No matter what it is, I won't blame you. I can promise you that."
Normally, this kind of thing should be done after Vendy finished her ability test. However, her ability was so special that he could not suppress his curiosity. In fact, he had always had a guess about Zero's Soul Battlefield, but he had never been able to verify it.
Now, he finally had a chance to verify it.
"Your Majesty …" Momo said through gritted teeth. "Aren't you afraid at all?"
Roland knew that if it were in the past, he would never take the initiative to ask such a question. As the saying goes, a mediocre person worries too much. Knowing how long he could live would undoubtedly add to his troubles. However, the longer he stayed on the throne, the more he felt that he had a great responsibility. Obviously, the mentality of an ordinary person was no longer suitable for the current situation. If the other party's description wasn't wrong, predicting the age itself was an extremely valuable piece of information. In another world, it could be called "revealing the secrets of heaven". It would be a pity to treat it as a heavy burden.
However, even if he said these thoughts, the other party would not understand, so Roland just smiled. "No matter how afraid I am, it's not as if it doesn't exist."
Momo clenched her fists. After a while, she nodded and said, "Since you asked for it … Forgive me for being rude."
"Your Majesty." Vendy took a deep breath. "Please allow me to take my leave."
Roland gazed at her for a moment. "… I thought you and Scroll were the ones who wanted to know the most."
"I can't be as calm as you, but as Scroll said — no matter what the result is, we will support you to the end."
After the door was closed, Roland turned his head. "What about you?"
Momo was stunned.
"Isn't that obvious?" Then Nightingale appeared behind her, which startled the girl. "I want to know everything about you, no matter if it's good or bad."
"Two people with completely different personalities …" Roland laughed inwardly. "Then let's begin."
Momo looked back and forth between Nightingale and him several times in surprise. Finally, she took off her blindfold as if she had made up her mind.
When she raised her head again, a red light appeared in her empty eye sockets.
The eyeball, which seemed to be made of magic, reflected on the deep scar and looked particularly strange. Roland could imagine what it would look like when it overlapped with the eye. In the future, this kind of strange pupil would definitely be sought after by a large number of people, but in this era, it was not unusual for it to be regarded as a demon's eye.
"How is it? Did you see anything?"
Momo looked at Roland and then suddenly opened her eyes wide. The red light kept jumping as if it was stirred by an invisible wind. In just a few seconds, the light quietly went out. She took two steps back and sat on the ground powerlessly.
Roland noticed that Momo's face was covered in sweat.
"What's wrong?" He stood up.
Nightingale dashed to Momo's side and reached out her hand to support her. "This is … the side effect of overconsumption of magic power."
"Can this ability only see one person at a time?"
"No … I've never seen such a scene before," Momo gasped. "It's like there are many strings of numbers flashing, appearing and disappearing constantly, and the colors are completely different … Until the end, the group of numbers is fixed."
"What is it?" Roland asked.
Momo swallowed and replied with difficulty, "Seventeen … red."
"How can it be!" Nightingale was greatly surprised.
Roland's heart skipped a beat. Sure enough, his guess was right. The winner of the Soul Battlefield could indeed obtain everything, but the premise was that the winner must have magic power. Whether it was lifespan or ability, they all had to be realized through magic power. Magic power endowed the Extraordinaries with a strong physique, and also enabled the large hybrid demonic beasts to have the power to support their bodies. Without magic power, nothing could be achieved.
But then again, seventeen years was shorter than he had imagined. Although he had long known that Prince Roland's physique was not very good, he did not expect it to be so bad. Could it be that he had spent too much time on sensual pleasures in his early years that his body was exhausted?
"How about … I have another look?" Momo struggled to stand up.
"No need. That's all for today." Roland waved his hand. "Overconsumption of magic power will make you faint. Moreover, it's meaningless to look at it before you figure out the details of the ability."
"But Your Majesty —"
"As I said, I just want to know the result. You don't have to worry about it," Roland stopped her. "Go back and have a good rest. From tomorrow onwards, Vendy will take you to have an ability test and learn how to control magic power. If you want to look at it again, it's not too late to do so then. Also, help me to keep this a secret, okay? "
Momo looked at him in surprise for a moment and nodded vigorously as if she had just woken up.
After sending the girl to Vendy, Nightingale returned to the office and walked step by step to Roland who was standing in front of the French window.
"Do you regret it?" Roland tilted his head.
"Are you kidding me?" Nightingale said grumpily. "I never regret my decisions. But what about you? What are you going to do in the next seventeen years? "
"It's better to know sooner than later. Besides, it's still uncertain whether this will be the final result." Looking at the scattered lights outside the window, Roland found that he was calmer than he had expected. "Let's not talk about the fact that Taquila's soul container can retain its consciousness. After we figure out the magic power in the future, it may not be difficult to create a new body."
"The premise is that 'the future' really exists," Nightingale said with a frown.
"That's right. So the first thing we need to do is to win the Battle of Divine Will during this period," Roland said word by word.
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