Hate me, Miss Witch

Chapter 165 Sylvia, you came at the right time (7k)

meow~
Hidden in the dusk, the white cat came roaring in a hurry. As soon as it approached the palace, it heard Isadella's words echoing in the palace.

As a result, its figure suddenly staggered and almost fell out of the dusk.

It seems like... I came at the wrong time?
Such thoughts just occurred.

The next moment, the white cat heard Char's pleasant chuckle; "No, Sylvia."

"You came just in time."

He waved slightly.

Immediately afterwards, the elegant white cat felt his body become lighter.

It actually fell out of the dusk halo.

When it came back to consciousness again, it felt like it had fallen into a solid and powerful embrace.

Xia Ya looked at the white cat in her arms with confused eyes and a body that gradually became limp: "Sylvia, do you still remember what I said to you in the letter when we parted in Lugia's hotel? "

But soon, the vaguely aware something was wrong made the white cat quickly come to his senses.

The frenzy called "love" and "joy" washed away the core spiritual power, making the white cat's figure become a bit illusory, as if it would collapse at any time.

With Xia Ya's current strength, it feels that if this spiritual incarnation stays here for a few more minutes, all the dirty thoughts in its heart towards Xia Ya's brother will be exposed.

"Just as I promised at the time."

If not, Sylvia would not have left a spiritual incarnation to look after Char's safety, but she would have let him return to the White Tower headquarters to handle matters.

"What's more, your brother Char has never been a loser, but a genius who has passed the Brunstadt family's coming-of-age ceremony and obtained the silver spirit contract of your family's guardian beast."

A meager twilight light emerges.

"After all, I stayed in the embers of the fantasy zone for so long."

It was still the words that seemed to penetrate the soul.

Xia Ya's words paused slightly.

He picked up the white cat, and the calm voice whispered in the white cat's ears.

But even ordinary demigods and thrones should never see through their own thoughts so easily.

The faint warmth contained between the knuckles made the white cat feel a little distracted for a moment.

A hand that was not very strong, but had well-defined joints, gently stroked the white cat's body.

The white cat struggled to jump out of Char's arms, then staggered and disappeared into the dusk.

Golden plain, white tower.

Although it is just a spiritual incarnation of Sylvia's own spiritual power, it is still a throne-level spiritual power, and it holds the authority of the twilight divinity.

"This time, I can hug you without any grudges, scruples, and debts."

It was clear that I had only had a few thoughts just now, and I hadn't had time to express them yet, but Brother Xia Ya seemed to be able to hear my own thoughts and started talking directly.

"Even if it's an elm head, it should have grown a bit, right?"

"I am back."

He smiled slightly: "I said, I want to be in that fantasy zone and try to experience the changes of time and the feeling of time passing by."

Perhaps it is quite incredible to be able to grab this incarnation of yourself from the twilight realm and hold it directly into your arms so easily.

In an instant, all his mind lost its resistance.

"Then, the moment when I openly announce to the world that you are my lover and my fiancée."

Taishe is dead.

In terms of the personality of this white cat-like spiritual incarnation alone, it is also a legendary existence. When necessary, he can mobilize his authority and possess the combat power close to the throne.

"Because I always feel guilty for you. I can't accept my random behavior like playing a game in the reverberations of history, so I let you bear the responsibility of burying myself for five hundred years because of a memory and a vow. The weight of body and hard work.”

meow~
That straightforward, undisguised confession.

"Sylvia, I look forward to meeting you again."

This……

Although this is only a spiritual incarnation after all, and does not have an actual physical body, the interaction with the spirit world will be more direct, and it is easier to penetrate the fluctuations of mental power. Moreover, he is unprepared when facing Brother Xia Ya, let alone establishing a cognitive barrier. Such defensive measures.

The pleasant chuckle sounded in the white cat's ears again.

However, even though he had relaxed his guard when facing Brother Char just now, he also briefly broke his guard because he heard the conversation between Isadella and Brother Char.

……

"And now-"

"Meow meow meow~ (Brother Xia Ya, I will let this incarnation go back first.)"

And, most importantly—

"If I didn't experience something similar myself, then I wouldn't be able to forgive the person I was before."

The plane of eternal sleep.

This was once the cemetery where the founder of the White Tower, the Silver Witch Sylvia, buried herself.

It's just that when the ancient witch woke up from her long sleep and walked the world again, the sleeping plane that she originally regarded as her tomb also had a second spring. Under Sylvia's instruction, it was destroyed by the White Tower. Wizards made various modifications.

The dilapidated palace, which was originally withered and frozen in the dusk, was renovated and rebuilt, becoming vibrant again.

Judging from the name revealed to Isveda and other White Tower senior officials, this is the residence Silvia prepared for herself in the White Tower.

There is nothing wrong with the residence of a powerful man on the throne being more magnificent.

However, why is it that the owner of the White Tower is just a residence for himself, but the furniture and tableware are all for two people, and even the bedroom is specially equipped with a men's-style wardrobe and fitting mirror...

Then, only the owner of the White Tower who made such a request knew about it.

In the spacious hall, the silver-haired witch sat on the silver main seat.

Illusive dim yellow wings hung down in layers from her back, and she was holding a delicate glass wine glass and shaking it slightly.

Those beautiful sterling silver eyes stared at the red wine sloshing in the glass, in a daze.

Below, the deputy master of the White Tower, "Singer of Silence" Isveda, was standing respectfully aside, reporting on various developments since the White Tower truly intervened in the situation in the Western Continent.

"According to your decree, the Tower Master, White Pagoda branch towers have also been opened not only in the imperial capital, but also in all major cities in the empire."

"During this period, the cult groups in the Lost Realm have frequently moved within the empire. Our White Tower has also assisted the governing bureaus and military headquarters in various parts of the empire to combat the activities of the cult groups."

"It's just that such a large-scale construction of sub-towers will also consume a lot of the reserve resources of the White Tower..."

"That's his hometown."

Pale golden words appeared in the void, which also blocked the possibility of Isveda continuing to make suggestions.

"understood."

Isveda nodded and was about to say something again.

next moment--

Click.

The sound of breaking glass was heard.

Isveda raised her head in confusion.

All he saw was that the glass wine glass in the silver-haired witch's hand was violently crushed, turning into scattered crystal glass fragments, and the bright red wine spilled all over the floor.

Suddenly, light began to flow in those originally lazy, pale silver eyes.

Who on earth can make the Tower Master lose his composure like this... a ghost.

As a subordinate of the White Tower, I witnessed with my own eyes the entire process of the Blue Silver Witch resurrecting from her long sleep.

If we talk about the first few times, Isveda would still be surprised as to why her towering tower master showed such a gaffe.

But after a few times, Isveda had already figured out the temperament of this pale silver witch.

Don't look at how cold he looks on weekdays.

But in fact, in that aloof witch's body, there is a little thought of a pregnant girl.

And the person who can make Sylvia lose her composure.

Naturally, there is only one person in the entire Western Continent.

"I understand, so that man is back."

"And Your Majesty Sylvia, you are leaving the White Tower again and leaving all those affairs to me, right?"

Isveda sighed helplessly.

The graceful figure on the throne also looked over in surprise.

"How did you know?"

For this kind of thing, if you contact the tower master and your past style, you can guess it with your toes.

Isweda sighed and suppressed the urge to complain in her heart: "Tower Master, you can just go find him without any worries."

"Just leave the matter of the White Tower to me."

After saying that, she skillfully exited the sleeping plane and returned to the White Tower in the main material plane.

No way, I'm used to it.

Although the Silver Witch Sylvia came from five hundred years ago.

But after getting along with her these days, Isveda felt that in terms of mental age, she was more like the elder of the Blue Silver Witch.

As Sylvia's mother-in-law, I naturally have to worry about the life-long affairs of my tower master.

After all, the owner of the tower is also a leftover woman who is more than 500 years old. Even if she has an entire white tower as a dowry, what should she do if she really can't get married?

Suddenly, in the entire palace of the sleeping plane, only Sylvia was left on the silver main seat.

She looked at the direction in which Isveda disappeared and blinked in surprise.

But soon, the ripples and waves could no longer be concealed in her beautiful pure silver eyes.

The plain white fingers stretched slightly, and the simple diary quietly appeared again, and it automatically turned to a blank page.

"After three months, Brother Xia Ya is finally back."

"Although his appearance has not changed, I can clearly feel that brother Xia has changed a lot."

"I really envy Xiao Ai. In our opinion, it is only three months, but she can stay with brother Xia Ya and spend ten years growing up with him little by little."

"And, I clearly feel it."

"Brother Xia Ya has become more familiar to me now..."

Sylvia looked at the dim sky in the distance, the dim light of dusk reflected in her beautiful silver eyes.

In the remnants of history, Char was Sylvia's savior, rescuing her from the mire of darkness.

Although the two of them had only been together for a year in the ancient Cangting Kingdom, in Sylvia's eyes, Xia Ya was an omnipotent hero. It was fun wherever he took her, and all kinds of interesting things happened everywhere.

But five hundred years later, the two met again at that dinner party.

Although the feeling has not changed.

However, the throne and the four rings, the towering Lord of the White Tower and a student of Saint Laurent College.

The worlds of difference in strength, identity, situation, and status... have destined that the relationship between Xia Ya and Sylvia will never return to what it was five hundred years ago.

But at this moment, recalling the true feelings conveyed by the spiritual incarnation of her white cat, she clearly felt that the familiar feeling was back.

When Chara touched herself, Sylvia felt that everything had returned to that cold winter night and the raging Grant Sea.

At that time, the same pair of hands with clear joints pulled her out of the icy cold sea water and gave her a new life.

At that moment, at this moment.

Everything seemed to be back to the beginning. She was no longer the silver witch who had ascended the throne, but was just the unpopular only daughter of the head of the family. She followed the young man every day and shouted "Xia." Brother Ya”.

Plain, simple, but very satisfying.

"Actually, I...I just want to be by your side like before."

Juanxiu's golden handwriting paused. It took Sylvia a long time to calm down the ups and downs of emotions in her heart, and she continued to read the next memories of the spiritual incarnation.

Then, a blush quickly spread over her pretty face.

Juanxiu's handwriting was written on the diary again.

"Brother Xia Ya, have you actually reached this point? You can even detect some fluctuations in my spiritual incarnation's thoughts."

"Fortunately my avatar is fast."

Sylvia couldn't help but cover her face.

If he ran a step slower, Xia Ya's brother knew that he had actually thought about it more than once in his mind, and wanted to use magic to restrain him in a small dark room, and then go into battle and force him to get the first blood, and live a life. If you have a happy sex life day and night.

Then the life of the White Tower Master probably ends here.

"but……"

After a long time, words appeared above the diary again.

"Such a brother, Char—"

"Good attack!"

——Excerpt from "Diary of the Blue Silver Witch", page 903, year 30 of the Holy Calendar, Summer Flower Month, th.

pat.

The ancient book closed suddenly.

The light of dusk flickered.

When the light dissipated, the sleeping plane also returned to silence.

And the graceful figure on the throne has disappeared in the crystal cracks in space.

……

"You are the first man to dare to flirt with another woman in front of me so openly."

In the side palace, Isadella crossed her arms and calmly watched the interaction between Char and the white cat.

"of course."

Xia Ya nodded as he watched the white cat flee and disappear into the light of dusk.

"I am His Majesty's first man, and I will also be your last man."

"Your Neptune love talk is still as skillful as ever, just like when we first met."

A smile appeared on Isadella's pretty face.

She recalled the scene when she first met Char through magic communication.

It was also such a direct confession, especially the statement "White hair and red eyes are my ideal type", which is still impressive to Isadella.

She originally thought these were words used by Xia Ya to disguise herself, but now it seems that many of them are his true words.

Speaking of which, in the main material plane, that was only half a year ago.

But in both Char's and Isadella's eyes, they felt like they were in another world.

"That's a genuine compliment."

"Your Majesty, all your characteristics, whether it's white hair, red pupils, or the attributes of Princess Ji in military uniform, they all fall right in my strike zone."

Xia Ya's eyes also showed a trace of nostalgia. For him, that was eleven years ago.

He reached out and took the silver-haired queen in front of him into his arms: "Fortunately, at that time, I could only make love to a man's ultimate ideal in classmate Diris's dream."

"But now I can get what I want in reality and act like an animal at will."

Isadella didn't resist.

She just raised her head slightly and looked up at the profile of the boy in front of her.

"Forget it, Miss Aurora. As the last remnant of the Winter Flower family, the empire owes her a debt. I also know that she would rather commit suicide than leave you."

"Draw a clear line between you and those other women, especially Sylvia."

"I can ask Diris to bring all her kin from the abyss and weave dreams for you every night. The succubus' dream is enough to satisfy all your lusts and fantasies, far more than what can be achieved in reality. It’s more exciting.”

Diris, the light bulb on the side: "?"

"Let's forget it. Forget it, Dirisi. I'm not familiar with the other succubi ladies."

"It would be bad if the passivity of "Beautiful Boy EX" is triggered again, causing them to miss their entire life. "

Char shook his head.

"Besides, I don't think there is any conflict between philanthropy and responsibility."

"I made a promise to Sylvia. When I come back, she will be my fiancée. This is a man's promise, which is both a responsibility and an obligation."

"If not for that, I should have just sat back and watched His Majesty die along with the fantasy belt in reality."

Isadella sighed: "I knew it."

However, after hesitating for a moment, she still allowed Xia Ya to take her into his arms without struggling or resisting.

"As a perfect monarch of a country, I should not leave myself with weaknesses and weaknesses. After all, people with weaknesses mean they will compromise step by step."

"But there is no way, my weaknesses and weaknesses already exist, and it seems that they cannot be removed."

Xia Ya smiled: "But on the other hand, people are only human beings because they have weaknesses, not the superior gods."

"To be honest, I still like the current majesty better than the cold and serious princess when we first met, because the current majesty is more humane and no longer a perfect political machine with no emotions."

Xia Ya paused for a moment: "As for being able to become His Majesty's weakness, that is my honor."

"Yeah, time can change a lot of things."

“A year ago, I probably wouldn’t have imagined that it would be what it is today.”

Isadella did not deny it: "From the moment I was born, I have always lived in response to the expectations of others."

"My father hopes that I will be the heir to the imperial throne and the master of resurgence who can lead the revival of the empire that has gone downhill."

"As for the ministers and nobles...some of them have the same expectations of me as my father."

"There are also people who have malicious expectations for me, hoping that I will be willing to degenerate and join in their misdeeds, so as to maintain the interests of vested interest groups."

"In order to respond to the expectations of the world, I put on the mask called "The Second Princess of the Empire" and learned to become flawless and become the person expected by all people. "

"No matter what you do, you must think carefully. You must give up your leisurely mind of singing about butterflies and loving flowers. You are not allowed to have deep friendship with anyone of the same age. You are not even allowed to have feelings for your contracted beasts... because these will become enemies who study me in every possible way. When you want to target me."

The breeze blew through the palace, scattering the embers of the black flames.

Isadella looked at the night outside the palace: "In the past, I lived like this - like a mirror, showing the perfect posture that meets the expectations of others."

"The people of the empire and the ministers are cheering that a rejuvenating master will appear in the empire."

"The light reflected by that mirror was so dazzling that no one ever cared about the little girl named Isadella under that mirror."

"I live for my father and the ministers, for the thousands of people, and for the empire. I am so used to responding to others that I have never had expectations for myself."

"It's not that I don't want to...it's that I neither know how to do it nor dare to do it."

She turned her head and looked at Char.

"This attitude lasted until you appeared, Xia Ya, and then it changed. I had expectations for you, even though I didn't even notice it at the beginning -"

"What kind of expectations?"

"I don't know." Isadella turned her gaze to the imperial capital in the distance under the night sky: "This feeling is very vague. If you have to say it out, it's like the witch hunting you once said."

"If I was hung on the stake as a witch, I wouldn't expect anyone to come to save me. As for whether they would come to save me, I don't care."

"Because for all the evil in this world, being burned on the stake in exchange for God's forgiveness is what the world expects of me."

"But -" Isadella paused slightly: "If you didn't immediately ride through the crowd on your white horse and cut off the torture rack with one sword, then I should be very angry."

Xia couldn't help but smile: "Shouldn't we drive the mecha black knight and directly use a nuclear explosion to level the place?"

"Then what should I do if I am also evaporated by the nuclear explosion?" The silver-haired queen also smiled: "This expectation should not exist in the first place. Just like the stray dog ​​I adopted when I was very young, the ministers used it My father was persuaded by the reason that it had an unknown origin and might be the carrier of a curse from an enemy warlock, and then he mercilessly threw it to death in front of me.”

"But now, I want to try... to put some expectations on others."

"It's like in that wrong history, someone wanted to bring me back to reality from the fantasy zone even if it went against the general trend of history."

"Speaking of which, you haven't answered me yet."

Isadella stared into Xia's eyes with her beautiful red eyes: "When do you want to marry me?"

"I thought that Your Majesty, when you asked this question before, you wanted to try the pleasure of facing a tauren in front of Xi Bao..."

Xia Ya thought for a while: "Today will be one year later."

"So long? Why?"

Isadella paused: "If possible, I would rather hold the wedding sooner."

"Because I think, if you give me another year, I can solve all the hidden dangers on the Western Continent."

"And the Western Continent should be able to completely enter the stable Fifth Age."

After hearing Char's answer, Isadella couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.

"I can feel that you are very strong now... But at the transition from the Third Era to the Fourth Era, it took us more than ten years to pacify even just the area of ​​Esgania."

"What's more, opening up the Fifth Age..."

Her delicate brows frowned slightly, but soon relaxed again.

"But, I believe you."

Isadella moved her body closer to Char: "There are several auras of legendary and above-level cults around the imperial capital. It should not be a complete divine descent like the Lord of Ashes, but it is also a half-body level descent ceremony. ”

"how do you want to do it?"

"If the advent ceremony is prevented in advance...even if those believers are killed, the power of faith and divine power will still remain."

Xia Ya thought for a while: "In this case, it is better to let them complete the half-body descending ceremony."

"The era of gods walking on the earth is bound to begin. There is no way to escape it. It is better to take the initiative and weaken their power in advance."

After hearing Xia Ya's proposal, Diris who was listening suddenly had a cold sweat on her forehead.

Although Xia Ya said it calmly, in anyone's opinion, such thoughts were no different from dancing on the tip of a knife.

Even if it is only the half-body descendment of the evil god, it has not yet arrived in full form.

But the complete half of the evil god also transcends the level of legend and touches the realm of demigods.

And it would be fine if it was just one person, but the aura erupting in the imperial capital at this moment clearly has six places.

Even though Char already possesses the power of the throne at this moment, using the power of Isadella and Char to fight against the six demigods, even with the blessing of the Holy Sword, is an almost impossible feat.

Such thoughts just occurred.

The next moment, Diris heard Xia Ya's words continue to sound: "As for your Majesty's words, just look at me here."

His gaze fell on the place where the magnificent auras gathered in the distance.

Xia Ya can feel that there is a huge mystery hanging down from the star world, instilled in the body of faith condensed in the main material plane.

And the auras are also growing and expanding.

From legend to demigod.

"I hope that when I come back, I can have a stage that matches it."

"A guy like Tariq seems a little unqualified."

His words were not very loud, but they reached the ears of everyone present clearly.

If it were the Isadella of the past, it would be absolutely impossible for her to agree to Char's arrangement and she would definitely go to battle in person.

The only thing that can be trusted in this world is one's own strength. This is the principle that Isadella, as a princess, has been instilled in her since she was a child.

But at this moment.

The silver-haired new queen suddenly smiled, and the ice and snow melted, making her beautiful.

"it is good."

(End of this chapter)