Chapter 15 Transition
Although the cultists' strongholds have been completely destroyed, it does not mean that all the cultists in the north have been killed by them.

Not all cultists will stay in the stronghold. There will always be some who slip through the net and escape for various reasons.

Roland said that he would kill the entire family of the cultists, so it made no sense for him to let go of those who had escaped the net.

By consuming a small amount of blessing from the high priest's staff, Roland borrowed the power of the undead sub-plane and successfully locked on to all individuals in the North who possessed the aura of blessing.

Over the next month, Roland and Hela traveled throughout the northern territories of the Northern Kingdom, arresting the cultists hiding in cities, villages, or deep mountains and forests, and executed them all.

At the same time, Roland also began to teach Hela some alchemy and spell knowledge, allowing her to experiment and learn directly on the cultists.

Standing in the center of a village, Roland stepped on the corpse of a cultist and looked at the burning village in front of him. After finally killing all the cultists and their relatives and families, Roland began to reflect on himself.

Am I being too extreme?

Just as Roland was reflecting, Hela came over from the burning village, holding a blood-stained sword. She looked at Roland and said.

"The killing is over."

After seeing Hela coming back, Roland quickly put his reflections behind him.

Reflection? What is there to reflect on? Since we have embarked on the path of cult and sacrifice, there will be no innocent people. All of them will die.

Roland nodded, walked away, and responded as the corpses piled up into a small hill.

"Let's go."

Hela nodded and followed Roland out of the last small village.

After walking out of the village, Roland turned around and looked back at the village. He stretched out his right hand, and the high priest's staff appeared in his hand.

He constructed a second-level spell model, and after completing the construction, he gently touched the ground with his staff.

A wave, with him as the source, surged towards the village in front of him.

Then, the earth shook.

The burning buildings in the village collapsed one after another, and the hidden basements collapsed one after another.

In Roland's sight, the life force of the last dozen or so people remaining in the village quickly disappeared.

After confirming that they were all dead, Roland put the staff back into the space ring, turned around and rode away on the Chocobo.

After returning to the hotel room booked in a nearby city, Roland, who had taken revenge, felt a little confused.

He stood in front of the window, looking at the people walking on the street, silently thinking about what he should do next.

The North will be unstable for several years after the end of the Rose War. When the old orc on the throne of the Arctic Kingdom dies of old age, a bloody war for succession will sweep across the entire North.

If he, a second-level spellcaster, were to be dragged into it, he would just be a high-level cannon fodder.

The Green Tide of Donnar is still in its rising and prosperous period. The green-skinned orcs and various races are probably fighting fiercely. Although the war brings many opportunities, as a land of knights, it is not very suitable for the development of spellcasters like Roland.

As for Sinar, where the Tower of Truth is located, the countries of Donnar, which had just ended the Rose War, were basically licking their wounds. By the time the spellcasters walked out of the Tower of Truth, the countries began to reform and improve their national strength, and war broke out again, which would take at least ten to twenty years.

After recalling his memories from his previous life, Roland made a choice.

Let’s go to Sinar first.

After coming up with an idea, Roland turned and looked at another person in the room.

On the table in the room, Hela was concentrating on drawing a spell model with a hair brush.

What should I do if Hela...
Roland thought silently.

Although he had just been kind-hearted and rescued her, and because they had the same enemy - the cultists, they had united together. But now, the cultists had been killed by the two of them, and there was no need for Hela to continue following him.

Roland walked to the table and sat down opposite Hela.

He waited silently until Hela finished drawing the spell model in her hand, then he asked.

"Hela."

Hearing his call, Hela raised her head and looked at him puzzledly.

"What are your plans next?"

Roland met Hela's puzzled gaze and asked in a calm tone.

"The cultists have been killed. Have you thought about the future?"

Hela paused, put down the animal hair brush in her hand, her face a little confused, then she shook her head and said.

"I do not know."

"Well, there's still time, think about it carefully."

Roland was not in a hurry. He had no purpose anyway, so he was not in a hurry to leave.

Hearing Roland's words, Hela nodded, lowered her head and continued to draw the spell model absentmindedly.

Roland took out some blank paper, animal hair pens and ink from his space ring, and according to his memory, he organized and recorded some basic supernatural knowledge on them.

Since they were no longer hunting down cultists, their lives gradually became peaceful and stable.

Taking advantage of the rare period of peace and stability, the two of them are constantly improving themselves.

While Roland was sorting out his memories from his previous life and using spells to recall and strengthen his memories, he also persisted in meditation and exercise to consolidate the unstable foundation that he had forced up with the blessing, preparing himself for promotion to the third ring.

Hila began a high-intensity study. In the morning, she learned various theoretical knowledge from Roland. In the afternoon, she had to complete the practical tasks assigned by Roland. In the evening, she was dragged by Roland for close combat training. After the medicinal bath at night, she had to meditate until the lights were turned off and she went to bed.

After spending a fulfilling month like this, Roland consolidated his foundation and eliminated the effects of the blessing. His eyes, which had turned gray and black due to the blessing, turned back to red. He also tested most of the numerous first- and second-ring spells in his memory and understood the actual effects of these spells.

And Hela successfully transformed from a melee warrior into a true spellcaster, and successfully learned more than 20 first-level spells that Roland selected for her.

Although she had only learned it and had not yet fully mastered it, her casting was a little stiff and her micro-control was weak, but she could already be called a qualified mage turret.

One evening, Roland and Hela were training in an open space.

Roland held a wooden sword and easily blocked all of Hela's attacks, while constantly correcting her.

However, compared to the past, Hila’s current condition was somewhat off. Her mind was obviously distracted, causing her to be unable to keep up with the intensity of training.

Roland frowned slightly, and after blocking Hela's attack, he took a step forward, raised his wooden sword, and directly knocked the wooden sword in Hela's right hand away.

"boom."

The wooden sword spun around and fell to the ground.

Hela also clenched her right hand and glanced at the wooden sword that fell on the ground, her face looking a little embarrassed.

Roland put away the wooden sword in his hand and asked.

"You don't look very good today, what's wrong?"

(End of this chapter)