After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King
Chapter 153 - 22 Gurela: I had no idea!

Chapter 153: Chapter 22 Gurela: I had no idea!

The room was filled with bottles and jars. Whether it was the remarkably modern distillation equipment or the diversion devices, there was no doubt—this was the room of an alchemist.

Moreover, it was heavily influenced by the *Cruel Blood Witch*, quite non-purist... In other words, it was an efficient alchemist, but in the eyes of a few stubborn alchemists, they believed it lacked some spirituality.

Of course, the survival rate was also higher.

Well, the so-called *Cruel Blood Witch* was actually a nickname forcibly given to Yila Elkaras when he was still in the Mage Tower. Though he personally didn’t like this somewhat pretentious title, everyone in the Mage Tower felt it was quite fitting.

But that’s beside the point.

At this moment, in this well-equipped alchemist’s room, there was a glasses-wearing girl quickly stuffing potions into a pack. She was picking and choosing between important and unimportant items.

It seemed she was preparing to make a quick escape.

However, for an alchemist, was there any equipment that wasn’t important enough to take along? Clearly, this glasses-wearing, short-haired, chestnut-haired girl found the selection particularly difficult.

Finally, amidst her hesitation and struggles, this girl made a decision. Carrying a not-so-small pack, she prepared to leave the large workshop.

However, someone was already blocking the doorway.

The person was a woman with the distinguishable, indifferent expression of a Governor, and she had the unique black hair and black eyes of the Elkaras Family... What’s more, the girl knew this person.

The current Chief Governor—Marilla Elkaras.

"Where are you going, Gurela?"

"..."

The glasses-wearing girl, called Gurela, seemed to be stunned. She first adjusted her glasses in silence as if she were thinking about what to say. She tried to maintain her calm as she spoke. "Just looking for inspiration, following a scheduled caravan."

It was obvious that this girl with glasses wanted to imitate the indifferent expression of the Governor, but she failed miserably... because the cold sweat on her forehead was clearly visible, trickling down.

Few wouldn’t be afraid when confronted by a Governor at their doorstep.

Regarding this Imperial Court Alchemist’s statement, Marilla didn’t believe it for a second. She said, "I don’t think you need to bring your alchemy tools if you’re just looking for inspiration with a caravan. Are you planning to sell these tools?"

Gurela Jinesis Parada stammered as she tried to refute, "N-no... Is that a problem? I’m just handling old equipment, you’re not an alchemist, how would you know these are outdated?"

Marilla: "Outdated equipment? Then shall I smash them and compensate you at the glass salvage rate?"

"... Don’t."

Gurela said awkwardly. She didn’t know what to say anymore, *there was indeed something weighing on her mind... because she had things she still cared about and couldn’t get the answers she wanted.*

Marilla Elkaras knew Gurela’s thoughts very well. She looked at the girl with glasses and asked, "So, are you going to find Yila?"

"..."

After a long silence, Gurela decided to give up. She shoved her hands into her pockets and said nonchalantly, "Yes, so what? The laws of the Empire don’t forbid finding Yila, right? He’s not wanted right now."

To Gurela’s claim, Marilla simply retorted, "But according to the law, central officials with royal or imperial titles must apply and report to the royal family before visiting foreign territories, and unauthorized travel is not permitted."

There was indeed such a rule.

"I’ll just hang around the border..."

"..."

Simply wandering around the border wasn’t a problem, but the key issue was nobody would believe this. Not to mention Marilla, who probably already knew Gurela’s intentions, even Gurela herself didn’t believe her own words.

Gurela’s fingers twitched in her pockets as she looked at the calm, unreadable woman in front of her. "So, what do you plan to do? Lock me in jail?"

But Marilla decisively shook her head. She said, "Judging actions that haven’t occurred and convicting based on that is highly subjective and laughable. An unfair trial is unreasonable."

*What subjectivity and objectivity... Why did Marilla speak so much like my dear Yila?*

Marilla took a step back while staring at Gurela, signaling she harbored no hostility. "I don’t want to use force, and I don’t think those two explosive and cold potions will serve any purpose."

As she spoke, Marilla noticed Gurela’s restless hands stop in their tracks. She continued, "Isabella knows you’re all very anxious now, but... Please, don’t worry, and don’t doubt."

"In fact, Isabella and Yila had communicated through letters before. Their relationship isn’t as bad as you think. Moreover... If Yila were to fight the Empire, you could just go and join him then."

"..."

*Fishing? Trying to trap me?*

Gurela thought immediately, watching Marilla warily. To avoid leaving any verbal evidence, she decided to say nothing, lest a few more words be used as incriminating evidence and she ends up eliminated.

"There’s no need to worry, actually... Her Highness has been quite conflicted lately."

Marilla spoke. To discuss the Empress behind her back was itself a taboo. So undeniably, saying this had Isabella’s support, though Gurela couldn’t tell.

"Winning or losing, neither seems that bad... If you were to defect before the war, perhaps it would be the perfect excuse for Her Highness. She could justifiably claim *’I didn’t lose, but merely my subordinates betrayed me.’*

Marilla was discussing matters that would shock others, but Gurela wasn’t very surprised. She understood well Yila’s greatness... and Isabella’s feelings for Yila were quite normal.

Even if you told Gurela that the gods in the heavens also favored Yila... she wouldn’t be surprised.

"So, what do you mean?"

Gurela looked at Marilla suspiciously.

"I mean, for now, please don’t make any rash moves. Her Highness doesn’t force you to be loyal to her, but she hopes there won’t be massive defections... at least not now."

It seemed rare—a request from the usually cold Empress.

"What a strange and twisted troublesome master-disciple duo."

With such a sigh, Gurela set her pack down... She could afford to wait, at least as a token of appreciation for Yose’s recognition. However, this delay wasn’t permanent, and Isabella must be equally aware of this point.

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Caravan: Where the hell are you?