I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

(PS: 10,000 words)

Brianna was put into Anna's space pocket by the Senior Sister. The Senior Sister planned to have Anna take Brianna directly to the Department of Mysteries later to meet with her.

She happened to need a magic master to lend a hand with some things.

It seemed that Catherine's trust in Brianna had increased a lot after talking with her. When Roland was in the outer room earlier, he secretly peeked inside and saw the Senior Sister seemed to be checking Brianna's tail.

Roland couldn't help but recall a certain lady's tail. He had actually touched it!

In addition, the two of them seemed to have talked about quite a few private topics just now. Roland vaguely heard some of it, and the content was quite embarrassing.

Coming back to his senses, Roland saw that Catherine had already come to the bedside and woke Isabella up. It looked like she was talking to Isabella.

Catherine said, "Isabella, if you still place your bet on the Church now, then you are a fool.

I know that you, this idiot, have a very firm belief, even if they treat you like a dog, you still have illusions.

Heh heh, there are indeed good people in the Church, but you, this kind of idiot, can't tell them apart.

My thoughts are different from Father's. I plan to cooperate with some people from the Church—I need someone who understands the Church to act as my advisor.

I am willing to give you a chance. So, are you willing to contribute to promoting peace between the Eastern Territory and the Southern Church?"

Isabella was too willing! These words simply spoke to Isabella's heart!

Isabella asked excitedly, "Sister, is what you said true?! Are you willing to coexist peacefully with the Southern Church?!"

Catherine said, "Of course I am willing, as long as they are willing, I am willing."

Isabella burst into tears of joy. She felt that her life had gained a new goal. She originally thought she was going to be a traitor, but now she suddenly realized that she could make a contribution to the Church, and the excitement in her heart was beyond words.

Perhaps, she could return to the Church as a saint in the future!

Looking at Isabella's appearance, Roland sighed secretly in his heart: 'Senior Sister is too despicable. She didn't lie. She does need an advisor, someone who will actively and willingly reveal all the secrets of the Church.

The Eastern Territory and the Church may have some degree of 'cooperation' in the future, but it is definitely not what Isabella thinks.

Her wish will not be realized here with the devil.

But by then, it won't matter to her anymore.

Because the Church will disappoint her again and again.

Her faith is destined to slowly collapse under Catherine's guidance, turning from one extreme to another.'

Catherine then said, "Isabella, you should have heard that the Church is planning to use 'Catherine' to exchange for a batch of people."

Isabella's eyes moved slightly, and she said, "Sister, are you saying..."

Catherine said, "Yes, I plan to take you to the Eastern Territory. Isabella, I want to release people, but many people don't want to. However, if the hostage to be exchanged is 'Catherine', the council will naturally shut up."

Roland sighed secretly: 'The true colors are revealed, aren't they? In the future, Isabella will probably work herself to death.'

Isabella burst into tears of joy. She rubbed her eyes and sobbed, "Sister, I will do my best to play the role of 'Catherine'!"

Catherine nodded and said, "You will see your daughter."

Isabella wiped her tears and glanced at 'Lorenz' intentionally or unintentionally, as if to say—then what about my husband?

But she didn't dare to ask.

Under the Senior Sister's warning gaze, Roland sighed again and, pretending to be Lorenz, played the white face and gave Isabella various comforts.

He knew that his sister-in-law couldn't know about Lorenz's matter yet. If she discovered the true face of the person she trusted most, and knew the culprit behind the Marode affair, her emotions would be greatly stimulated.

At that time, it would affect Isabella's portrayal of Catherine and deceive the werewolves.

The two communicated with Isabella about the werewolf matter.

This time, Roland didn't say a lot of things she didn't understand like he did when facing 'Mind-Stealing Saint Isabella' last time.

He bluntly told Isabella that if the werewolves didn't die, everyone in Wilmick would die.

This time, she completely understood and showed great concern.

Catherine knew that all her younger sisters and brothers were fools. Isabella, this '昏庸的君主', was difficult to handle many things.

So she left Isabella something—a small hairpin that could be hidden in her hair.

Wilmick's control over Isabella was very loose, and no one would touch her hair. The Black Abyss Wizards wouldn't either.

This small hairpin was not a magic item, but an ordinary piece of jewelry, but it was an anchor point.

After Isabella wore it, she heard Catherine's voice in her heart.

With this thing, even if Isabella was in a barrier that isolated information, the Senior Sister could still remotely see her. Can convey heart.

Even, if Isabella was willing to fall a little bit, pray to hell, and initiate a transaction with a certain demon god as a medium.

Then Catherine, as the other party to the transaction, could even pay some price and then temporarily occupy Isabella.

For the lives of millions of Wilmick people, would the devout Isabella be willing to slightly violate her faith and fall slightly?

Catherine was looking forward to her choice.

With Catherine secretly commanding Isabella, this time she would not have any exposure problems.

She will slowly train her good sister.

After a while, Colerd led several female Crusader knights in and said that the time had come.

Before Roland and the Senior Sister left, Colerd took out a mirror with sacred writing on it and respectfully invited Isabella to look in the mirror.

Roland found that there was sacred writing on the mirror, and it seemed to be a sacred object. So he curiously observed it.

Isabella in the mirror was Isabella!

And Anna's appearance in the mirror was not Jeanne!

But Catherine!

Roland's face couldn't help but stiffen slightly, and he thought, "That's bad! The Church actually has such an amazing thing! The Orb of the God of Deception was actually seen through in front of it!"

At this moment, Roland saw that Colerd's expression was very normal, as if he hadn't recognized anyone.

Roland suddenly understood.

Everyone was deceived. Even if they saw their true appearance, they would think they were not themselves.

Roland couldn't help but curiously look at his image in the mirror.

In the mirror was a strange angel.

It had no facial features, and its face was covered with dense little Rolands—they were constantly wriggling on its face like coral polyps.

The angel had a pair of wings, but they were not the wings of a bird-man, but butterfly-like wings, with countless weeping, frantic human-shaped patterns on them—all little Rolands.

Roland's eyes went dark, and he quickly said to Colerd, "Sir, is your mirror used to observe someone's condition?"

Colerd was slightly startled, nodded, and smiled: "As expected of Lord Lorenz, the Eye of the Angel is well-deserved. It can indeed be used to judge the patient's evil condition."

As he spoke, he pointed to the angel in the mirror and said, "Look, your forehead is a little dark here. Did you forget to take your medicine today? The situation seems to be deteriorating a lot. Oh, right, you can't be exposed to messy things recently."

Roland's face suddenly became very ugly.

Colerd took out a small mirror from his arms and handed it to Roland: "This is a replica. You can carry it with you at any time to observe your condition. In addition, this thing is also very useful for your inspection work. The appearance of a Mind-Stealing Saint and a normal person is different."

Roland carefully put it away.

After Colerd finished speaking to Roland, he looked at 'Jeanne' with a smile that was not a smile and said, "I didn't expect that Lord Isabella would come in person."

The Senior Sister snorted and said, "Colerd, yesterday you said you needed the Tribunal's documents. Jeanne has brought the documents today. But why did she tell me that you want to keep Catherine here again?"

Colerd said, "Lord Isabella, there is indeed no problem with your documents. You can take the prisoner away from us.

But first, I want to restate one point—Princess Catherine is not a prisoner. She is our honored guest. She is a guest from the Eastern Territory who has come to seek medical treatment.

Therefore, you cannot take her away."

'Jeanne' said very impolitely: "Don't pretend to be confused with me. Bishop Colerd, you and I know very well. This person is our hostage. She will be used to exchange for our people later!"

Colerd said with a smile that did not reach his eyes: "Lord Isabella, the Holy See did say that you would cooperate with us in exchanging personnel, but please note that it is the 'Holy Medical Knights cooperating with the Wilmick Holy Hall Knights to ensure the order of the Holy Spirit Hospital and complete the 'escort work'.

In the exchange of personnel, the Holy Spirit Hospital and the Wilmick Holy Hall are the main force, and the Holy Medical Knights are the auxiliary force.

—Let me put it bluntly, you are responsible for the security work in this matter. And the Medical Knights are responsible for this work, not the Department of Mysteries!

First, Princess Catherine is not a prisoner and has no reason to be taken away and held in custody by anyone.

Second, the Department of Mysteries is not responsible for this matter.

Third, you don't even have a decent prison. Not to mention that Princess Catherine shouldn't be in prison. Even the black wizards outside, you don't have a suitable prison to guard them, right?"

‘Jeanne’ smiled and said, "Colard, the things you mentioned are just news that came from the Holy See. They haven't been formally documented yet. You should look at the documents we have now—before the Vermick Tribunal is completed, the Holy Spirit Hospital will temporarily provide prison cells."

Do you understand, Colard?

It doesn't matter if you don't understand. Our people will come tomorrow to take over! Let the Holy Knights guarding this place prepare for the handover!

Using Holy Knights to guard black wizards is obviously not suitable."

After speaking, ‘Jeanne’ turned around and left. Colard smiled and followed behind, looking like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water.

He gave Roland a ‘rest assured’ look, implying that ‘Isabella is trying to seize power and control Vermick, not targeting you personally. The Holy Church is just being rogue and staying here; Isabella can't do anything to us.'

Sure enough, ‘Jeanne’ seemed a bit helpless with the situation. After leaving the intensive care unit, Colard gave her a way out, and she took it.

Colard said, "Chief Inquisitor, as I said before, we will cooperate fully with any information you need and share it with the Department of Mysteries. But to be honest, I don't advise you to get too deeply involved in the matter of Princess Catherine."

Next, the two of them argued for a while.

After finding some common ground, Roland and ‘Jeanne’ left.

A female knight beside them whispered, "I didn't expect that kid to be such a troublemaker, pulling the forces of the Department of Mysteries into this mess to achieve his goals.

Although Isabella is greedy for power, she shouldn't have been that interested in Catherine originally. That kid must have persuaded her with sweet words."

Colard watched Roland and ‘Jeanne’s backs for a long time, shaking his head and saying, "It seems he doesn't trust anyone and intends to keep people in his own hands."

On the other side, Roland and his senior sister passed through the courtyard and arrived at the entrance of the Holy Spirit Hospital.

The two had been communicating telepathically.

Catherine said, "I feel like Colard is more like a ‘Twilight Wizard’—I mean, someone from a world without the Black Abyss. But it's hard to say for sure."

Roland said, "It doesn't matter where they're from. We can't trust either side now. Most of those outsiders want to join us. Those who want to become mad gods should be no more than five, otherwise they would have already made a move."

After a pause, Roland glanced at Catherine: "They're taking good care of ‘you'."

Catherine knew that the ‘you’ Roland was talking about was the Isabella who was locked up.

She ignored his teasing and said, "Are you really not planning to participate in the next events? I don't care. The Mind-Stealing Holy Spirits don't seem that interested in me. They only catch madmen."

Roland smiled, stopped a carriage, and said, "Go do your thing. Don't forget, 10 PM."

‘Jeanne’ glared at Roland, got into the carriage, and left.

Roland patted his clothes and returned to the hospital.

In the lobby at the entrance, he unexpectedly met a nurse from the seventh floor. The nurse was slightly stunned by his attire and said, "Lord Lorentz, if you need to go out, it's best to tell the attending physician.

Although the hospital doesn't restrict patients from going out, they usually inform the hospital beforehand.

Moreover, you're here not only for treatment but also for further studies, which are supposed to be semi-closed management. Going out without saying a word will affect your grades."

The nurse complained a bit.

Roland quickly explained that he had just gone out to buy something and was returning now.

Roland had always thought that the Holy Spirit Hospital restricted personal freedom, especially since he lived in the ‘special care area.’

But now it seemed that this care area was truly a care area; the people inside could walk around freely.

The old Black Abyss folks could also leave this hospital at will, only to be caught and brought back by the Mind-Stealing Holy Spirits.

Lost in thought, Roland returned to his room on the seventh floor.

In the corridor, Roland ran into Sister Florence, who was frantically looking for him, nearly scared to death.

Florence said, "I thought you had gotten lost again. You need to take your medicine on time, Sir Lorentz."

Roland followed her back to the room and said, "I was handling some matters with Jeanne and the others earlier. I just saw them off."

Roland sat on the bed, and Florence began to examine him.

Florence said somewhat reproachfully, "I am your personal nurse and your assistant for this job. You didn't even tell me you were going out. It seems you still lack trust in me."

Roland inwardly grimaced. This was all ‘Holy Spirit Johnson's’ fault.

He had originally intended to say hello to Florence.

Roland said, "Mother Florence, you know, there are some things I can't do with you. Johnson thinks I'm a black wizard, so he told me today that they're going to hold a mysterious black magic ritual. How could I bring you along?"

Florence gave Roland an annoyed look and said, "You believe his words? How much money did you lose?"

Roland was slightly stunned and said, "Do you know what they usually do?"

Florence said speechlessly, "They drag the dean along every day. I used to be Lord Williams' steward (chief secretary). If he was absent, he would definitely tell me... Get on the bed, take off your pants."

Roland was stunned and said, "What for?"

Florence took out the doctor's orders and pointed to several medicines on them, saying, "These need to be injected, and this needs to be given intravenously. You should have had your injection at six o'clock; it's already eight-thirty. Hurry up. After the injection, I'll be back in two hours to give you an IV drip."

Roland's expression was strange as he took off his coat, unbuckled his belt, and lay on the bed.

Florence took out a bunch of things from the medical kit. Roland curiously observed them and found that the needles were all ordinary ones.

He couldn't help but ask, "Can these needles even pierce through?"

Florence didn't say anything, gesturing with her chin towards Roland's buttocks.

Roland awkwardly lowered his pants and turned his head away.

Looking at those well-shaped buttocks, Sister Florence couldn't help but be slightly stunned—Mr. Roland had taken off a bit too much.

She didn't say anything, preparing for the injection.

Roland curiously glanced back and saw that after finishing the preparations, Sister Florence silently prayed.

Roland suddenly remembered a trick of ‘Three-Headed Snake Carl’—after his prayer, the Three-Headed Snake Pirates' weapons could harm aberrant wizards.

However, the pirates used Holy Church weapons.

And the people at the Holy Spirit Hospital used ordinary needles.

It seemed that the Church had many tricks for ‘true damage.’

Seeing Sister Florence open her eyes, Roland turned his head away.

Soon after, he felt a coolness and a pain on his buttocks, followed by a wince.

A moment later, a hand slapped his buttocks, and then he heard Florence say, "Put on your pajamas, and don't forget to take your medicine on time—I'll be back to check!"

After speaking, she pulled the curtain around Roland's bed and left, her face flushed.

Roland pulled up his pants with a strange expression, thinking, ‘Why did she slap my butt? Does Miss Florence have such a habit when giving injections?’

Florence really didn't have such a habit; she had never slapped anyone before. But Roland's figure was too good, his buttocks too shapely.

Moreover, she was a bit annoyed with this guy.

So, she had subconsciously slapped Roland just now. Only after doing it did she realize what she had done.

After doing the bad deed, her face flushed, and she fled as if escaping.

Roland changed his clothes, fetched a basin of hot water, and then returned to pull the curtain and wipe his body with the hot water.

After making sure he was clean, Roland put on his pajamas and lay on the bed.

He had been busy all day, and he decided to let his senior sister reward him well tonight. So he had specially washed up to avoid her嫌脏making him go wash in the middle of it.

It was nine o'clock now. One more hour.

Bored, Roland took out the Book of Aleih and began to read.

Soon, he saw the ‘comprehension’ content that took up several pages.

The Compassionate Foolish Saintess, the Holy Spore Angel, the Generous Swollen Fairy… Just looking at the names, one knew that these were not proper gods, each more sanity-draining than the last.

And that ‘Strange Angel’… No wonder I look like that in the mirror!

Closing the book, Roland's expression was very ugly.

‘The three mothers of a certain Holy Son are all evil gods!’

‘The Church of Dawn worships evil gods?!’

‘This… how is this possible?!’

Judging from the situation of the Dawn Church, the gods the church worshiped were definitely not mad gods. Those documents also proved this point.

They are definitely benevolent gods now… But they may have been corrupted by madness before.

Or rather, they might have been evil gods in the past.

I am cultivating the genuine Path of the Dawn Angel, so how could I be contaminated into this appearance?

Roland thought for a long time, but he couldn't figure it out.

Roland was very sure that this ‘Holy Dawn Angel Path’ had extremely strong purification power.

It should only have a positive effect on curing diseases and should not worsen the condition.

Roland suddenly thought of a possibility, and cold sweat broke out on his face.

“Is there a possibility… I mean, is there such a possibility?

The power of the Path of the Dawn Angel can indeed purify madness.

But I was originally like this.

Ah, those wings look so much like butterflies!”

More and more sweat appeared on Roland's face.

He thought to himself, 'The problem lies in the Araya Observation Method.

My ancestors were all lunatics; they created an Observation Method that allows the viewer to fabricate themselves into a god.

But this god is an evil god!

So, the more I cultivate, the more problems arise.

Therefore, in this state, the things I comprehend are all things of the Mad God!

So, I've comprehended the Mad God Theology of the Dawn Three Goddesses from their past evil god era!'

Roland frantically flipped through the book, discovering that his faith level, as displayed in the book, was [Path of the Holy Dawn Angel (Early Stage First Order)].

Roland thought to himself, 'Thankfully, my skills are problematic, but my Path of Faith and the condensed 'Ring of Faith' are not.'

Roland couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, thinking, 'Thank goodness, it's not my Path of Faith that's messed up, but that I'm messed up!'

This once again proved Roland's earlier guess—that he was the problem! Not the path!

'Looking at it this way, my skills aren't really problematic either, or rather, not completely problematic.'

Roland stretched out his hand, and a ball of holy flame emerged.

With a slight movement of his mind, this ball of pure white fire gradually turned black, gradually becoming a mottled black—the kind of black found on butterfly wings.

Roland thought to himself, "I'm like the Mad God's heroic spirits… I have two sides to me."

Rubbing his eyes, Roland felt extremely weary.

He had been anxious and uneasy all this time, fearing that he would turn into a Mad Immortal.

But as it turned out, from the moment he woke up, picked up the Book of Araya, and began the Observation Method, he was already walking the path of a Mad Immortal!

No wonder Roland felt that, in the process of coming into contact with the mystical, it was difficult for him to transform into a monster—he was already a monster!

'Should it still be treatable, right?'

'I just had a shot; the situation should be a little better, right?'

Putting away the flame, Roland took out the mirror Kohler had given him and looked at himself.

Then, he covered his eyes, unable to bear to look.

He still had that sanity-depleted look.

Nothing had changed.

However, the little Rolands on his face weren't crying as fiercely—Roland could clearly feel that his magic power and the madness on his body were slowly being purified.

Once his magic power was completely gone, the madness would be gone too.

As for whether his appearance would change at that time… it was hard to say.

'Unless they completely cripple my martial arts, I'm afraid this illness can't be cured.

I'm now like those lunatics who delve deeply into mutation studies! I've become a monster!'

Except they've become monsters in body.

I've become a monster in spirit!'

'If the Twilight Wizards or the brothers of the Black Abyss School were to discover this, they would definitely give me a thumbs up and give me a like—this is what a wizard should be.'

No problem, it's just a mental mutation, not a physical transformation into something strange; I can accept it!

The wizards can also accept it.'

'But the Church can't accept it!'

'If the Church were to discover me in this state, they would probably arrest me as a 'Godspawn' or 'Fallen Angel'!'

'This is Dawn Sect territory…'

'They all seem to regard me as a Holy Son!'

If they were to regard me as that 'Mad God's Holy Son,' I'd be finished!

After all, the Church believes that the existence of that Holy Son is the Dawn Three Goddesses' greatest stain in their lives! A Godspawn that must be purified!'

Fortunately, the Dawn Three Goddesses have four Holy Sons, so everyone hasn't associated Roland with that Holy Son yet.

But Roland felt that he had to practice divine arts.

He had to practice divine arts into a holy appearance.

Otherwise, if he were arrested one day, he wouldn't even be able to argue!

'Let's start with the Holy Fire.'

Roland once again guided that flame.

After a moment, Roland felt the constantly changing flame in his hand and slowly revealed an extremely strange expression.

Because he discovered that once he tried to make the 'White Holy Fire' more holy, the flame would turn black.

This black, turbid flame was a flame even holier than the pure white Dawn Fire!

If the Dawn Fire was a near-pure holiness.

Then this 'Black Holy Fire' was an ultimate holiness!

The ultimate of holiness is filth!

The ultimate of filth is holiness!

When filth devours everything, and nothing remains, and only the concept of filth remains in the world, then the entire world becomes a 'holy world'!

Roland put away the flame, his face solemn as he thought, "I have to find a way to create a huge disaster in the monastery… This disaster must be enough to attract everyone's attention, so I can destroy or steal everything in the Scripture Repository!"

'Especially those things that record the 'Roland Holy Son' must be destroyed!'

'Damn it!'

The names are the same!

If it's translated one day, I'm finished!'

Roland suddenly realized that he might have to help a certain outsider become an immortal.

He had to let that person make things big so he could find an opportunity to make things happen!

Roland thought, 'This matter can't be rushed, or I'll arouse suspicion.

After all, the Dawn Three Goddesses only have four Holy Sons.

If I arouse suspicion even a little, everyone will associate me with that 'Mad God Holy Son'!'

Currently, no one but Roland can translate the contents.

So, there's no need to worry about anyone seeing the true translation now.

Roland planned to go to the Scripture Repository normally these few days and secretly change some of the scriptures.

There aren't many places with the name 'Roland,' so it won't be difficult to change.

However, those mythological stories can't be understood by everyone.

Otherwise, once someone comprehends 'the ultimate of holiness is the ultimate of filth, and the ultimate of filth is the ultimate of holiness,' the problem will be big.

Roland cursed inwardly, 'I don't even know who left these divine texts; they're simply blaspheming the holy name of the Dawn Three Goddesses!'

They must be destroyed!'

Roland's changing those scriptures with the name 'Roland' was obviously a decision based on his own interests.

But destroying or stealing that part of the problematic mythological stories… wasn't entirely for himself.

It was obviously the son thinking of his mother.

But he was unwilling to admit it.

He believed that he was considering things from the perspective of the 'Suffering Dawn Angels'—they sacrificed themselves and traveled thousands of miles to the Eastern Border for the sake of others' futures.

No matter what the past history was like, these heroes shouldn't be so slandered because of past history.

History is complex; if those heroes who fought against the evil gods were sent back by the enemies of the Eastern Border but were imprisoned and judged as evil gods by their own people in the South because of a few scriptures… that would be too absurd.

Some documents must be left behind; those that speak of positive energy can be left behind, so that one day, when the Dawn Angels are treated unfairly, they can be used to clear their names.

But documents that can be used to smear people must never be left in the hands of the Church.

The Church's internal affairs are too complex; once these problematic documents are left behind, they will become weapons for those with ulterior motives one day.

Out of a desire to protect those unacquainted comrades, Roland made up his mind.

'Right, I almost forgot what Johnson asked me to do.'

Roland took out a straw puppet from the snake ring and used the magic mirror to give the puppet the name Johnson.

'I don't know if I can fool Florence and the others.

They don't seem to study various mystics all day like Mentor Usak, so they shouldn't have such high insight.'

Out of caution, Roland flipped through the Book of Araya again.

It recorded all the documents Roland had seen today.

Soon, he found a passage of mythological epic.

After reading it, Roland cast a True Word spell on the puppet.

Then, he manipulated the puppet to walk around the room, inexplicably feeling that the puppet looked more like Johnson.

Roland thought, 'This True Word spell from the Merciful Saintess feels a bit like the 'Forbidden Transformation Spell,' or rather, it has a taste of 'everyone is one person.'

Roland was secretly a little strange; he felt that many of the core concepts in the Araya Observation Method were related to the Merciful Saintess.

And the Dawn Fire he comprehended was related to the Holy Angel.

There was such a description in mythological history: the Merciful Saintess gave the Holy Son flesh and spirit, the Holy Valkyrie gave the Holy Son tendons and bones, and the Generous King gave him extraordinary magical talent.

In short, the child's thinking logic is a bit like the Saintess, the mother.

The child's knightly talent is like the Holy Angel, the mother.

The child's magical talent is like the Generous Angel, the mother.

Shaking his head, Roland manipulated the puppet Johnson.

The Johnson puppet went to the hospital bed, covered itself with the quilt, and went to sleep.

After doing this, Roland also returned to his own hospital bed and pulled up the curtains around the bed.

When he went to pull the curtain on the window side, Roland's pupils shrank slightly, and he looked at the balcony.

Under the moonlight, there was an extra figure on the balcony.

After carefully examining the figure, Roland breathed a sigh of relief.

It was Miss Jeanna.

Or rather, Miss Anna.

Roland thought, 'So it's Senior Sister.'

Miss Anna seemed to have just come up as well.

With a cold face, she walked past the French window from the balcony and entered the room.

Roland glanced at the time—9:45.

Roland asked curiously, "Are you and Brian done with your business?"

Anna hummed in response, turned around, closed the French window, and drew the curtains.

Roland asked with some surprise, "How did you climb in from the balcony? Oh, right, they don't allow visitors for patients at this hour anymore."

As he spoke, Roland reached out from behind Anna and embraced her tightly.

"Your Majesty Catherine, what brings you sneaking in from the balcony so late at night to find me?"

Roland's words were mischievous, and his hands were even more so.

Anna blushed, turning her head away without a word.

Seeing his 'senior sister' so willing to be teased by him, Roland's heart was instantly filled with joy.

He said, "It seems our esteemed Majesty understands her current situation? Oh~~ I get it, you came to find me in the middle of the night to be bullied by me, right?"

Anna raised her head, squinting at Roland. There was some fire in her eyes, some arrogance and disdain, but mostly provocation.

She said, "Scum, shut your foul-smelling mouth."

Just then, a burst of footsteps and voices suddenly came from the corridor outside the door.

Roland's heart sank, and he thought, 'Damn it, Florence is here to give me an IV drip!'

He hurriedly tried to use the Serpent Ring to take Anna in, but the little minx was holding him tightly. If he pulled her in, Roland would have to go in with her.

Just then, the door lock clicked.

Roland hurriedly pulled up the blanket.

With a creak, the door was opened, and it seemed like three people came in.

As a wizard, Roland's perception was extremely high. He glanced at the three shadows through the curtain and recognized their identities—Florence, 'Isabella (senior sister),' and Brianna.

Roland couldn't help but freeze in place.

He looked at his pocket watch in astonishment. The time was exactly 10:00 PM.

Not a minute off.

As a wizard, Miss Catherine was naturally very punctual.

Why would she come fifteen minutes early?

So, Anna came secretly.

She knew her brother-in-law was going on a date with her sister tonight, so after finishing things with her sister, she rushed back first.

Then, she disguised herself as her sister and came to her brother-in-law's room. As for the purpose... Roland was right.

This little minx went to great lengths to come just to be... teased.

Anna gently twisted her waist a couple of times, and Roland grimaced inwardly.

On the other side, after Florence entered the room, she complained somewhat, "What are you two doing sneaking around in the middle of the night? I could hear you in the corridor."

Roland was almost scared to death when he heard this, but then he realized that Florence hadn't noticed Anna. She thought he was having a symposium or something with Johnson.

Little Nun Florence didn't seem to notice anything unusual about Roland, but Catherine and Brianna both narrowed their eyes and stared at Roland's bed through the curtains for a long time with strange expressions.

Florence said a few words to Catherine, roughly telling 'Miss Lawrence' about 'Mr. Lawrence's' recent condition, asking Lady Godwin to rest assured.

Judging from the content, 'Isabella' was here to visit 'Lawrence'.

If no prior application was made, family members could indeed stay in the room at night. Considering Roland's recent condition was a bit serious, and he always ran out late at night, Catherine called in Isabella's name, and Florence brought her in.

As for Brianna, her identity was 'High Inquisitor of the Tribunal,' and she used to be a colleague of Isabella. They were at the same level, but Isabella was a newcomer to the Tribunal, while Brianna was an old-timer with stronger connections.

Moreover, she was still an old-timer at the Wilmick Seminary, with extensive connections.

Recently, the Department of Mysteries and Wilmick had been at odds over the guarding issue. Brianna was a high-ranking figure in the Tribunal and had been here for many years, so she understood the situation.

Therefore, it was not surprising that Isabella invited her out for a private talk from the hospital.

It was obvious that Brianna had called the Tribunal of the Holy See after going to the Department of Mysteries. Now that they were coming together, it was an expression of attitude and a way to put pressure on Wilmick. Brianna really did make the call, and the senior sister was indeed deliberately applying pressure, seriously playing the role of Isabella and paving the way for the subsequent cleanup.

As for why she was visiting her husband at night, Florence thought it must be related to Roland's recent mission.

In addition, the rumors were that the relationship between 'Mr. Lawrence' and 'Mrs. Isabella' was very harmonious.

The husband was sick, and really sick, so it was only natural for the wife to steal a moment from her busy schedule to keep him company.

But the key point was that this Mr. Lawrence didn't seem to be the real one!

However, it should just be a normal visit. Johnson was sleeping here, so it was impossible for the couple to do anything in the ward.

With Johnson here, it could be considered avoiding suspicion.

Lost in thought, Florence had already finished telling Catherine about Roland's recent condition.

As she spoke, she was about to walk over and pull back the curtain to give Roland an IV drip.

Roland was almost scared to death when he saw Florence's hand reaching in.

What was worse was that Anna was still not behaving!

Roland was so frightened that he hurriedly grabbed Florence's hand that was reaching in and said, "I... I'm not wearing any clothes!"

Florence glanced inside through the gap and saw Roland wrapped in a large blanket, with the blanket slowly wriggling. It looked as if someone was lying there and not behaving very well...

However, Miss Florence believed that the actual situation should be that Roland was putting on his pants under the blanket.

She didn't expect Mr. Roland to have the habit of sleeping naked.