The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

Emila. Milan, AD was born in the first 145 years. At that time, the Royal Third Princess, intelligent from an early age, set out to study magic in Ein Rodente, the land of magicians, only five years old. After her brother's succession, she abandoned her elder princess as a mentor in the Cloud Tower. The Royal Family of Bayer has always recognized her royal identity. The current royal succession to the throne is 67.

If you look at the information on the Bayer Empire, this is probably the only meaningless assessment of Emila.

But in fact, for her initial record, there were only two words —— witches.

Ever since she was a kid, she was considered a freak, she wasn't as loud as all the other kids, she was always sitting alone, not crying and not laughing, like a puppet.

Even her biological mother and those around her doubted whether she was mentally retarded, and when she first spoke, she caused countless problems.

“Mother, why did you kill the little cuties in those gardens, why did they scream so miserably and why did everyone ignore their teachings? Didn't you tell me to help the weak? ”

For her young Emila, she could not understand why brutal adults with large scissors persecuted small lives who could not resist screaming, and even when they were screaming so miserably, no one had helped them.

“Maybe they're too young for anyone to hear, so let me help. ”

So she did it herself.

“Uncle Daiki, help everyone. Clean up the bad guy with the scissors. ”

Unfortunately, it came while the crowd was still rejoicing at the sudden sound of His Highness.

Just a whisper from a young child, by a small order, the huge oak turned into a cannibal tree demon and swallowed the enemies of the trees in the garden.

“Help! Guards, where are the guards? ”

“Ahhh, there's monsters eating people! ”

The tree demons that suddenly appeared in the royal gardens created a panic, in a mess, but only the little princess, so eye-catching, she smiled sweetly at the forest trees in the garden.

“Don't worry, Emila won't let anyone bully you. ”

And the flowers and trees in that garden were shaking slightly, and the petals and pine nuts fell in the palm of their hands, seemingly a small gift, seemingly thanking Emila for her kindness.

For Emila, it was only a duty to help, and for everyone, it was the little princess who caused the disaster the first time she opened her mouth, calling the tree demon to eat the poor innocent gardener, just in words.

At least a few hundred people were present in the royal gardens of the day, and in the eyes of all, Emila stepping on the remains of the gardener and greeting blood and plants has become the purest alien.

Even with His Majesty the Emperor's strict orders, the rumor that the third princess is a witch still walks in disgust, and every time Emila walks on the road, she sees the look of fear and disgust.

“Look, that's the damned witch. The first time she spoke was a curse. ”

“What a horrible look, don't look this way... ”

“She glanced at me. Am I cursed? ”

“Now it's rumored that I'm also a witch. It was this freak that made me sick to His Majesty.” Even as the Queen's biological mother, she hates her second daughter.

The King of the Bayer Empire was unstable at the time, and even political opponents used it as a justification to attack the then unstable royal family, upsetting His Majesty the then Emperor, who had five children who had not liked the strange daughter, even once, the idea of banishing her.

Originally, under internal and external pressure, especially the aversion of her parents, Emila's best result was to be sent to the monastery for a lonely life, and even once she was sent to the Cidriel Theocracy as a Virgin Alternate, a profession destined for a lifetime of chastity, but fortunately, the then Grand Mage of the Court, Antonios, gave a guarantee.

“She's not a witch, she's just a gift for communicating with plants. She's a natural magician. Emila Junior, would you like to go to Ein Rodente with Grandpa to learn magic? There, you'll meet a lot of little buddies like you. ”

Emila nodded without hesitation when she looked around or was afraid or averse to her eyes and felt the goodwill of her grandfather in front of her.

Yes, from the beginning, everyone underestimated Emila's ability to communicate with plants, not just one concept.

Whether it's plants or animals, she can communicate through consciousness, and in the eyes of others, she's a strange child who doesn't speak and doesn't worry, in fact, she's always communicating through her abilities and everything around her.

This time pure gift power is too powerful, not necessarily a good thing, the simpler the consciousness of pure life, the more desire for life minds and evil thoughts, the more suffering Emila feels.

Her ability is not to read minds, but to communicate in an intuitive way, and if it is to be explained hard, it is probably more appropriate to describe it in terms of "looking through each other's desires”.

She hates her maids, whose empty brains are filled with money and gossip, her brothers and brothers, their unmatured bodies full of male desires and ambitions, and even her own mother and father, who treat her only as a spoiled prop and the latter as busy fighting horns every day.

The glorious palace was filled with filth, and then Emila even began to hate humans, creatures filled with desire that she hated at first.

Plants that simply need to survive the sunshine, water, nutrients, instead became her safe haven, often avoiding the left and right one wandering in the botanical garden, and not returning home late at night, instead sitting as their witches.

When Emila decided to leave her home herself and go to the Land of the Mage to become a magician, her surrounding relatives' feelings of “happiness”, “joy” and so on, she had no intention of returning to her country.

“Perhaps it will be a little different in the Land of the Mage, at least I am not the only one of its kind. ”

But unfortunately, human beings have always been human beings, more cravings, more ambitions and expectations, as if they were incomprehensible aliens to Emila, but this time, as her mind matured, she learned to hide herself, so that she was not too alien.

And that talent of communication, which makes her a thousand miles a day in botanical magic, magic is the process of seeking the truth. With her talent of "communication”, her growth rate was cheating. Soon, before she was twenty years old, she became the youngest senior mentor at the time.

Her experience as an alternate for the Virgin in the Cidriel Theocracy, in addition to giving her an additional enemy who had killed her mother-in-law, also increased her hatred for a creature like a man.

But no matter how far she went, there was actually no change at all, and she was still the witch who hated humans, the so-called "storm mood”, which she could not refer to as her uncertainty in the face of strangers, only because she could see through each other's malice at first glance.

And her aversion to human beings and love for simple life also caused her values to deviate slightly. In her impression, the survival value of simple, lovely plants is far greater than that of dirty humans. She even began to dislike her human identity, so she did not hesitate to experiment with colleagues and apprentices as a basis for her transformation in order to be closer to her perfect existence.

Most of the real lunatics think the world is crazy and they are normal people. If evaluated according to this criterion, Emila is undoubtedly a complete lunatic, and she has always considered herself the only normal person.

“No friends, no enemies (all dead), no lovers... no nasty bipedal creatures, what a joyous life. ”

And just as she closed herself up in her world and thought it was the whole story of her life, a new student entered her sight, and he was Roland.

“Ah, there's such a pure man. ”

Don't get me wrong, Roland had just climbed out of the grave that year, and he was purely not good intentions, he had just been betrayed by the entire human community, purely hatred and hatred for the whole world.

“With such a bright smile in the sun, his desire is merely for destruction and vengeance, and not for someone, but for the hatred of all mankind. Ah, it's so beautiful. 'There's no need for this kind of human residue to live in the world. The world doesn't need any saviour, just let it all be destroyed.' That's a brilliant insight. ”

In a sense, it was Roland who created this crazy witch who saw humans as the dying ant Roland, completely unaware that he had become a source of hate.

And when Emila chose Roland as her apprentice, two guys who also hated humans came together, apparently one studying cold ice magic, one studying botanical magic, one actually studying the structure of the dead, one studying more forbidden animals, plant fusion transformation, both without lower limits and moral limitations, influencing each other, getting deeper and deeper.

For Emila that year, Roland was the only person in the world who could communicate frankly, knowing that she was far deeper than she expected.

Plants are simple, but lack the intelligence to listen to what they say is good. It is absolutely impossible to react. Humans are born social animals. They are eager to communicate and to be recognized, recognized and trusted by all, even Emila, who thinks she is used to enjoying solitude.

Once Emila opened her heart for more than a hundred years, she was really nice to herself as a "Blue Face Knower," and she was impressed with her magical knowledge, and even seemed a little nagging and insane, and Roland did benefit a lot from it.

And when Roland got what he needed, gained the power to avenge, and decided to embark on his revenge journey, he didn't hesitate to sell Emila.

On his way to school, in the cloud tower, Roland also made some real friends, and although the idea of revenge never wavered, he did not hesitate to report Emila just for the sake of the safety of his brothers, Qaid.

Of course, Emila doesn't understand this kind of emotion, and she's just weird, weird and incomprehensible.

“Why betray me, why betray me with nothing at all, without anger, without hatred, without ambition, without even the possibility of profit, just to say ‘the sun rises from the east, it's about to rain, today in a good mood, just go report Emila', betrayed me in this natural attitude......... is it because I'm human too? Is he part of his hatred?”

Roland's departure and despair left Emila completely confused, and perhaps soon she completely abandoned her human identity and had something to do with the idea.

When Emila resolved her troubles and was confident that she was going to seek revenge on Roland, she received the news of her “apprentice” death.

For the first time, the cold-talk Emila encountered a wave of emotions, but not the joy she expected, anger, frustration, despair, loss, sadness. She was surprised to find herself in heartache, not because of the pain of betrayal, but because of the pain of losing her only known self, as if the pain of excavating meat had tormented her for a long time.

Thinking that you will never see that hateful person again, that you will never see that smiling fake smile, that you will never find the way to understand your own eyes, that you will never be able to open your heart and talk to others, that you will forever lose this only place, that for the first time, Emila felt heartache, but did not know where her heart was, that year, for the first time, Emila regretted giving up her human body and losing her right to weep.

From that day on, Emila's time was stopped... she was still alive, but only alive, and she put herself in that box where no one else existed again, dealing with everyone with a false mask.

More than 300 years later, fate reunited the joyful wrongdoers, and Emila's time gear began to work again, but when we met again, Emila was overwhelmed.

She expects Roland to be surprised, scared, or simply start running away when she sees her, but while Roland does show a desire to escape and has not stopped complaining about his face, his abilities tell him that he is happy, that he is happy to see himself, that he likes to see himself, that he is happy to see himself again!

In that moment, more than a hundred years of resentment and dissatisfaction had turned into a cloud of smoke, the young girl with her heart flowing almost immediately laughed, and the final toughness and threat only lingered on her mouth. At that moment, Emila finally became conscious and saw her heart clearly.

“Turns out I like him..."

Whatever studies plant magic, it's all excuses and hypocrisy, “want to be around him” is the root cause.

“Does he already have a girlfriend... anyway, I just want a friend, well, comfortable with him is enough. ”

Strong self-esteem. She gave up the option of interfering in a struggle and even made her unwilling to show her feelings. “Being herself" was enough, which was the reason she used to anesthetize herself.

And that learning to cook cannot be just another manifestation of her unwillingness to lose.

But the reason why he didn't believe himself was crushed by some reckless man.

When the bouquet of flowers and courtship in the street could not confuse Emila from the beginning, she understood everything in just one second, but Emila swayed herself in the face of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

“As long as we accept, no, as long as we don't say no, we're a couple, or is he after me on his own initiative..."

Finally, she made a choice, even with that high-speed rumor that she had a part in, at least that rumor of reaching Eliza with wings had something to do with her........ even if she didn't know why she did it herself, perhaps she could barely find a reason - she instinctively declared war in her own way, looking forward to a proper duel.

But after that battle, her shaking heart plunged her into hesitation and confusion.

“I don't even have a normal body, I can't have a normal child. Would he mind? ”

“My reputation is so bad, and I've done a lot of bad things. Does he hate me when he finds out? ”

“He just sees me as a friend, but at least better than that Eliza. Roland sees the girl only as close as he sees his daughter. At least Roland still sees me as a woman. ”

“I...”

Countless thoughts intertwined in her mind, injuries in Red Maple City were not good, and she went through a bitter battle in Ermdirokan, and Emila had worked harder and done more to achieve her ultimate ability on this land element that lacked water and air.

When she experienced a period of psychological chaos in her weakest situation, it led to the loss of control of the entire flesh, the torn body revealed its most real appearance and turned into a pitch-black forest, while her own consciousness, such as the ostrich that plunged her head into the ground, fell into the deepest sleep of consciousness.

“Just go to sleep, don't worry about anything... What's Roland doing? Does he feel sad when he finds out I'm not here? Still with that little girlfriend? Will he forget me? Forget I'm a stupid woman who can't even confess. Forget I'm a stupid woman who won't do any chores. ”

The ocean of this consciousness had been floating for some time, and she was not incapable of controlling the situation, she was simply complaining that Amira subconsciously abandoned her physical dominance and plunged herself into the inner walls, but finally the familiar knock reached her ear.

“Hey, my sleeping beauty, wake up. If you go back to sleep, you're gonna miss my birthday party. It's gonna be a great party. Oh, you're gonna miss it. ”

Hallucinations again? Why the hallucination in front of me was so realistic, but the familiar smile rarely had some sincerity, but from seeing his joy and happiness but so familiar, as in the past, this poor apprentice made breakfast and was ready to wake up his overnight experimental mentor.

“Good morning, Roland. ”

Emila, red-handed, didn't even know why she was saying that she wasn't nutritious, but Roland was stunned when he heard greetings, and then laughed as she used to.

“Good morning, Emila. It's good to see you again. ”

The witch's cheeks became red and hot, but the curvature of the smile unwittingly hung up and nodded slightly on a scale that could not be divided, but the corners of her mouth complained with voices that only she could hear.

“That's a cunning idea, it's a violation..."