Hate Me, Miss Witch!

On Isadella's index finger, a black eagle emblem ring flashed with light.

The next moment, Xia Ya noticed slight fluctuations in magic power.

An invisible soundproof barrier spread out with Isadella as the center. After wrapping the space between the two people, it stopped spreading, isolating the carriage driver and other entourage from the conversation between the two.

"What happened in Ceylon really has nothing to do with the Theocracy."

Char spoke.

When he first learned some of the clues to the destruction of Ceylon, he did wonder whether Warwick, as a wanted criminal in the Holy Court, might be a drama directed and acted by the Theocracy.

After all, the Western Continent he was in was a standard Western fantasy world. According to his inherent impression that he had been poisoned by Internet literature and various ACG works in his previous life at that time, apart from heresy trials and hunting wizards, the Holy See seemed to have only He is labeled as a villain who cynically hatches a conspiracy to destroy the world.

In fact, Xia was already prepared to be pushed to the court by the Holy See on unfounded charges, and then stage a classic plot of rebellion against the gods.

However, based on the intelligence that Xia later collected and verified, this guess was finally overturned.

The Holy See, which symbolizes light, finally no longer has to be the villain, which is really gratifying.

Isadella gave Char a deep look.

Although nominally speaking, Char could be considered a subject of the empire, the more contact she had, the more difficult she found it to see through the other person.

Whether it was his teacher from the Golden Elf tribe, or the legendary Blue Silver Witch who seemed to fall from the sky, in order to protect him, he even did not hesitate to seriously injure a legendary Blue Silver Witch...

Now, he has channels to verify even such confidential information within the Theocracy.

Isadella understands Char's character. If he was not 100% sure, he would never make such a conclusive statement.

"It seems that I am indeed worrying too much."

"Augutina has controlled the Shadow Council for so many years and is very proficient in the fields of interrogation, torture and even soul searching. Now that Guderian has fallen into her hands, she cannot hide the secret."

Isadella did not ask about the source of Char's information, but just nodded calmly.

Of course she knew that Char had many secrets hidden in her, but as the princess of a country and the future queen, Isadella also had a tolerant heart.

No matter what kind of secrets there are, as long as Xia Ya is still willing to stand on her side, that is enough.

"Also, the "Golden Dawn" mentioned by Ogutina..."

The Second Princess frowned slightly: "I heard this term mentioned by the teacher. It seems to be an ancient association of extraordinary beings, but I don't know much about the specific information."

After all, she was still too young, only in her early twenties.

Although relying on her astonishing talent and crazy training, Isadella has already stood at the top of the Western Continent in terms of her strength as a beast master.

But when it comes to the accumulation of experience and secret knowledge, it is far from being comparable to those ancient legends that have lived for more than a hundred years.

"Since Ogutina reminded me, I will ask the teacher and the Secret Service to investigate."

"In addition, you must also be careful. The impact of this dinner is too great, and Borgia has invited so many guests that it cannot be concealed... Both you and Your Majesty Silvia stole the show at this dinner. Regarding your The matter will soon spread throughout the Western Continent.”

"If the destruction of Ceylon is really related to the Golden Dawn, then you and Alora, as the only survivors of Ceylon, will inevitably come into the sight of the "Golden Dawn". It is difficult to say what the ancient society will think of you. What an attitude. "

"And an ancient association that can influence Guderian's decision-making without leaving any trace...the power behind it may be far beyond our imagination."

Isadella looked towards the distant night sky in the distance.

"After all, God knows how many existences there are hidden in those super planes, dimensional cracks and star realms that have abandoned humanity and turned to divinity."

Her words were a little vague, but Char could understand the connotation of Isadella.

In the Western Continent, there are only a dozen legends currently active on the bright side, and each of them is famous.

However, the lifespan of a legend is at least hundreds of years.

Moreover, with the strength of the soul of the legendary beast master that has turned into a spiritual ocean, there are too many ways to forcefully extend his life and survive.

Not to mention the fact that the race itself is an immortal species... Whether it is signing a contract with a plant-type pet beast to strengthen its vitality, or transforming oneself into an undead creature through the forbidden technique of the Necromantic Sect, or simply reincarnating...

For legends, if they really want to survive, even if they survive for a thousand years, it may not be impossible.

In the files of most ancient legends, they are just "missing" rather than "dead". From the old era to the present, no one knows how many legends have survived. Just like Sylvia, find yourself in a secondary plane. Seal, who knows whether you are dead or alive.

Of course, Sylvia sealed herself in the hope of reuniting with Char, but other legends are different.

Hundreds of years have passed, and everything they cherished in the past...family, relatives and friends have long passed away. All that remains in their hearts is the obsession with becoming a god.

In this resurrected ancient legend, divinity has long been greater than humanity, which also means that secular morality is almost completely unable to restrain it.

"Both the Holy Sword and the Holy Spear were born with the will of the plane. Weapons forged from the planet itself carried the purpose of "salvation" at the beginning of their forging. "

"The last time the Holy Sword and Holy Spear appeared was nearly a thousand years ago, in the old era before the Holy Calendar was established..."

"And now that they have recognized their master and revived again, does this herald the arrival of a chaotic era that is far more chaotic than the "Disaster Land" period and comparable to the end of the old era? "

There was a slight coldness in the princess' beautiful red eyes.

"However, no matter how ancient the past those resuscitators come from."

"But since we choose to revive in this era, we can only abide by the order of this era..."

"Otherwise, since it has passed away, let it pass away forever."

…

"Her Royal Highness's ambition is really quite big."

Standing on the second floor of the mansion, looking at the back of the black vulture carriage on the street heading away from the city, Xia Ya couldn't help but secretly complain in her heart.

This is a great effort to calm down the troubled times and subdue all those ancient legends that may be revived.

But yes, if he didn't have such a spirit, I'm afraid he wouldn't let that holy sword recognize its owner.

"Brother Xia Ya, I'm leaving first too."

Sylvia stretched out a small book and handed it to Xia Ya. There was a line of beautiful pale gold handwriting engraved on it.

As early as the final scene of the reverberation of history, Xia Ya had already helped her fill in the blank and damaged dusk power and divinity deep in her soul.

In addition, more than five hundred years have passed, and Sylvia can now fully control her own strength and authority, and no longer has to worry about turning into a word spirit that slaughters innocent people just by speaking, as she did when she first came into contact with the divinity of Dusk.

But even so, she still prefers to communicate with others by writing. This is a self-discipline technique that Xia Ya taught her more than five hundred years ago, and it has become a habit today.

Xia Ya nodded: "Well, do you want to discuss with Deputy Tower Master Isveda and the others about opening a branch of the White Tower in the Imperial Capital?"

Sylvia's beautiful pale silver eyes blinked, and she nodded, and the pale golden handwriting slowly appeared on the small notebook.

"More than five hundred years ago, after I became a legend, the Golden Dawn once sent an envoy to make contact with me."

"From his body, I noticed an aura similar to mine."

"Like me, he should have accommodated the incomplete divinity or authority in some special way, but the degree of integration is much inferior to mine."

With Sylvia's mental power, Isadella's soundproof barrier solidified on the ring naturally couldn't stop her, or in other words, she didn't want to stop her in the first place.

"It's just that, although it's similar, that's not the path I'm pursuing..."

A short line of text in a small book contains extremely heavy weight.

The legendary rank represents the transition of the essence of life, from human to non-human.

Most beast masters know nothing about the realms above legends, but as a throne-level beast master, Sylvia can clearly see part of the vast fog above legends.

Generally speaking, there are two paths on Legend.

One is the path to absorb the fragments of divinity and authority, become a mythical creature, a demi-god... and even create a kingdom of God, spread faith, and finally ascend to the throne of God and become a true god. It can also be called the "path to becoming a god."

This is the most traceable and step-by-step path.

The seven righteous gods of the Holy See of Dawn, as well as the false gods, evil gods, etc. who originate from the abyss and are worshiped by cult groups... are all walking on this road. The difference is only in how far they go.

Since her birth, Sylvia has contained all the divinity and authority of the ancient god of dusk. In theory, she is the most perfect candidate to embark on the road to becoming a god... She only needs to fully embrace the authority and divinity of dusk. , she can be directly promoted from legend to demigod.

But Sylvia did not do this.

Because she doesn’t want to forget her original intention as a human being and become that mythical creature that is aloof, overlooking all living beings, and has lost its humanity. Gods are powerful because of their faith, but they also change their self-perception because of their faith, and eventually evolve into a person who is in line with most people. The believer imagines the presence of the gesture.

Or to be more precise, she was afraid that when they met again, Xia Ya would hate herself like this.

So Sylvia chose another more difficult path, rejecting the temptation to merge divinity and authority and reach the sky in one step. She just used the power of dusk as a pure force... but continued to walk in the world as a human being. On the path of a legendary beastmaster.

This is a more difficult road, and each legend's path is completely different. Even if there is a precedent of a throne-level beastmaster, no one knows whether his own path will lead to the other side.

Fortunately, Sylvia won her bet and finally surpassed that limit and achieved the throne.

"At that time, I was busy searching for clues about Brother Char, so I didn't pay attention to the Golden Dawn's invitation."

"But it is indeed a rather ancient and mysterious organization. Even an ordinary messenger is a legend who has embarked on the road to becoming a god... If my estimate is correct, there should be more than one and a half people in the Golden Dawn. god."

Silvia lowered her eyes slightly, not wanting Xia Ya to see the bone-chilling chill in those beautiful pale silver eyes at this moment.

In terms of rank alone, demigods and thrones are equal, but there is also a gap in accumulation. There is certainly a gap between newly promoted thrones like Sylvia and those demigods that have been around for thousands of years.

However, if they really have their thoughts on Brother Xia Ya...

A moment later, when the silver-haired girl's pretty face lifted up again, the icy chill had disappeared.

"All in all, brother Xia, it's better to be careful."

A slight smile appeared on her lips.

"However, I am also worried that Brother Xia will be targeted by those who are interested in me while I am away."

"So, I will leave one of my pet beasts at Brother Xia's house."

"Then, see you later, Brother Char."

Pale golden writing quietly emerged in the void.

The next moment, Sylvia's graceful figure slowly faded away.

After a few seconds, it disappeared into the glow of dusk.

In the huge mansion, only Char and Aurora were left again, and it seemed a little deserted for a while.

"I'll wash the dishes."

The blond girl stood up from her seat and retracted her gaze that had been staring at Char.

This also made Xia Ya let out a long sigh of relief. Not everyone could bear Xiao Ai's "glance from the main palace".

Aurora started to put away the dishes on the table, and suddenly said softly: "Would you like a knee pillow tonight?"

With Sylvia's entrance, the girl finally felt a huge sense of crisis and began to try to actively provide benefits to Xia Ya.

Xia Ya wiped up some of the spilled wine on the table with a rag, helped to pick up a pile of porcelain bowls, and took the girl into his arms: "Is it okay to wear a miniskirt and no stockings?"

snap——

A pair of wooden chopsticks were broken on the spot.

The girl's ears under her golden hair suddenly turned red.

"let me think again……"

She grabbed the remaining bowls and chopsticks from Xia Ya's hands, lowered her head and ran away, and soon the sound of rushing water came from the kitchen.

Hum hum, now you know who is the one above?

Just as Xia Ya was about to flirt with her in pursuit of victory, she suddenly remembered the last words Sylvia left before leaving.

"Keep a pet animal of your own in my house?"

He glanced around the mansion.

I saw a white cat with soft silver fur on the sofa not far away, taking a nap with its eyes closed.

The white cat's demeanor is quite elegant, with a sense of inviolable nobility.

The next moment, as if aware of Xia Ya's gaze, the white cat opened its eyes, revealing those pale silver eyes.

It moved closer to Char, and then let out a lazy meow.

Meow--