Hate Me, Miss Witch!

Wow, wow...

The illusory sound of pages turning was heard.

Thousands of information flows, accompanied by the surge of the subconscious ocean in the spiritual world, are reflected in the book of the spiritual world summoned by Hathaway.

And in the golden elf's beautiful pale golden eyes, the surging nostalgia and surging heartbeat also slowly converged.

She raised her eyes slightly, scanning the information embodied in it.

"More than five hundred years have passed in the Western Continent..."

"To be more precise, five hundred sixty-three years and seven months have passed since the Lost Island completely disappeared from the Western Continent."

"It's really been a long journey."

The golden elf's words were a little hoarse.

"so--"

There was a slight pause in her words.

Hathaway waved her hand gently, and in the star realm, the golden outline of magic slowly faded away.

"Five hundred years have passed..."

"How are you?"

Even for pure-blooded high elves who are untainted and whose racial lifespan can easily reach thousands of years, more than five hundred years is an extremely long time.

What's more...for humans.

Five hundred years have already brought great changes.

It can make a powerful human kingdom rise to prosperity, then decline, and finally be reduced to an inconspicuous line of small characters in the records of history books.

And if it falls on a single individual, even more can be changed.

There are some things that Hathaway didn't expect.

It's just that she doesn't dare to think about it, and she doesn't want to think about it...

For example, in the past five hundred years, in the bet with the old sun god, has Xia already lost?

Even the self has been swallowed——

Even if he obtains the "Secret Fire of the Goddess of Magic", penetrates the wall of the world, and reaches the bottom of the abyss, all he can see is a tall, ancient creature with the appearance of that young man. .

Or...

The original human boy has lost his mental power along with the old sun god in these five hundred years.

Such a possibility makes Hathaway's heart tremble as soon as he thinks about it.

Over the past five hundred years, she has relied on her obsession with young people to persevere.

She really didn't dare to think that if Xia Ya was really gone...she would never see him again——

Then these five hundred years of persistence will turn into such a sad joke, no different from a clown.

"So, you must win, Teacher Xia Ya."

"Since I used such a pretentious and carefree posture, I left such a handsome farewell."

"Then, please continue to be handsome..."

Around Hathaway, all the chaotic surges of magic calmed down and returned to nothingness.

She stared into the depths of the star world like this——

Watching, in the main material plane, the direction of the western continent.

After a moment, she spoke again softly.

"otherwise--"

"I'm not sure how ferocious and crazy I will become."

"Just like the story you told me back then, she turned into an evil and extreme bad woman..."

"My mind is full of brainwashing all the residents of the Western Continent with illusions. It is not impossible to create a "world with Char's existence" in the infinite cycle of illusions. "

The corner of the golden elf's mouth curled up in a silent arc.

"You don't want me to become that crazy."

"So, in order to prevent your favorite Shi-chan from going down the path of becoming paranoid and turning into a demon, please do your best even if you are in the abyss."

"And I will wait patiently..."

"Wait and hope—"

"I look forward to the moment when I meet you again in the deepest part of the abyss."

The white index finger moved in the void, and in a very short time, the pale golden magical thread outlined the outline of the illusory door.

And the golden elf took one step forward and stepped into the illusory door.

Her thin figure quickly disappeared.

Only the pale golden hair is left flying in the star world——

Also, that last whisper echoed in this lonely and uninhabited deep space.

"But, before that."

"Just let me finish your unfinished dream first——"

"That's called the wizard..."

"The dream called "The Tower of Darkness". "

…

Outside the window is an endless snowfield.

It is vast and vast, with white snow covering the ground, like an endless white ocean.

The silver fir forest stood upright in the cold wind, with thick layers of snow on the branches. The silver-white tree crowns shone faintly in the sun. In the distance, the outline of the mountains was vaguely visible, showing a cold blue-gray.

There was a cold breath in the air, and the whole world was quiet and pure. Only the sound of boiling hot tea in the kettle could be heard from the pile of firewood.

Xia Ya was sitting in a simple wooden house made of logs.

The thick canvas covered the gaps between the logs, preventing the biting cold wind from the North from penetrating through the gaps.

The warm fire not far away kept all the cold out of this simple hunter's cabin.

He looked at the steaming kettle in front of him for a long time, and his brain was still a little groggy.

There is a feeling of fatigue after watching a very, very long, incredibly long movie...

It seemed as if countless emotional residues were attached to my mind, but I couldn't remember the specific plot.

"What..."

"It was you, Char, who invited me to your house, but you fell asleep while talking to yourself."

A crisp voice came from the front.

It was a little girl with long golden hair, who looked less than ten years old, with a delicate face like a porcelain doll without a single flaw.

Although she was still very young, I could already imagine her beautiful face in the future.

Her eyes were pure sky blue, which made people think of the eternal glacier on the Three Sages Snow Mountain.

At this moment, the little blonde girl pouted a little dissatisfiedly, and turned her head away in displeasure, but in fact she was still peeking at Char with the corner of her eyes.

"Sorry."

"I was too tired a few days ago and fell asleep accidentally."

Xia Ya waved his hand, picked up the kettle on the fire, and brewed a cup of hot tea for himself and the little girl in front of him: "Did I sleep for a long time just now?"

The other party raised her little face and thought for a while: "Not too long, about half an hour."

As she spoke, she picked up the teacup on the table and said with some regret: "Why don't you rest more, it doesn't matter if I spend time alone..."

"No, I've slept long enough."

Xia Ya shook his head and also picked up the teacup.

In the old but quite clean teacup, his face was reflected.

A little boy with black hair and black eyes, who looked about eight or nine years old, had a childishness on his face that matched his voice.

Xia Ya took a sip of tea, looked at the little blonde girl in front of him who looked at him with a little worry, and felt the hot tea passing through his throat, making his whole body warm.

"Long time no see--"

"Xiao Ai."

"Xiao Ai..."

The blonde girl repeated the name.

Then, she pouted with some dissatisfaction: "You are not big either, so can I call you Xiao Xia?"

"Of course you can."

Xia smiled and said: "If you want, you can call me like this every day for the rest of your life."

"For the rest of your life..."

Xiao Ai Ruola blinked her beautiful sky blue eyes, as if she suddenly thought of something, she turned her eyes away, not daring to look at Xia.

After a moment, she said something like a mosquito: "Since you like it, then Xiao Ai is Xiao Ai."

Then, as if to change the subject, she spoke softly: "And what do you mean by long time no see..."

"We just met a few days ago, and we went to the ice field to see the migrating moose together."

"Although it's only a few days apart in reality, it's possible that you've been missing each other for a long time in your heart..."

Xia smiled.

He put down the hot tea in his hand and stared at the hunter's cabin deep in the silver fir forest.

And outside the window, the pure white ice field looming behind the silver fir forest, and at the end of the ice field, the vast snow-capped mountains carrying glaciers for thousands of years.

"After a long game and consumption, the mental power was almost exhausted and fell into a deep sleep..."

"I saw some scenery in my memories, some people and things that I missed in my sleep, which was expected."

Xia Ya's eyes were a little distant.

"It's just..."

"I didn't expect that the place I missed and lingered the most in the end would be here."

"Not here? Where else could it be?"

Little Ailora spoke with some curiosity.

"I thought it would be a busy city, with cars everywhere on the streets, and buildings made of steel and concrete standing in rows, covering the sky."

Xia Ya reached out and touched the light golden long hair of the little girl in front of him.

As soft and delicate as ever, this hair quality is indeed innate.

The head-patting stunt really needs to be practiced from childhood.

"Steel, concrete, city..."

Little Ailora didn't pay attention to Char's actions. She was immersed in the picture drawn by Char and was still imagining it with great effort.

Although she was the only daughter of the Earl of Winter and had received a good education since childhood, she lived in the inconspicuous small city of Ceylon in the north. The prosperity and hustle and bustle of the big city seemed out of reach.

She could only imagine the colorful world through the descriptions between the lines of those books.

After a long time, she nodded with some effort: "That should be a very magical and beautiful place."

"But--"

Little Ailora shook her light golden hair slightly: "I still like Ceylon more, and I like this snowfield more."

"Who said it wasn't?"

Xia Ya smiled: "I thought my mental landscape would be the city built of steel and concrete. After all, strictly speaking, that is my real hometown."

"But I didn't expect it to be here."

He reached out and wiped off a strand of dust that accidentally stained the little girl's long hair: "This is because--"

"Has this world really become the place I miss the most... the place where my heart belongs?"

"But, in fact, it's not that surprising..."

Xia Ya closed his eyes.

I have experienced so many things in this world and met all kinds of people.

And left behind so many unforgettable memories.

Today, this world has become a part of him that he cannot give up.

It is also his destination.

I don't know since when, the human named Xia Ya. Egut has surpassed the identity of the so-called time traveler.

But he has truly become a member of this world, living in the mansion at No. 32 Jingui Street in the Black Lily District of the imperial capital.

"Xia... Ya."

"Xia... Ya."

The cold touch came from Xia Ya's forehead.

He came back to his senses and saw the blonde girl put the back of her hand on his forehead. On her delicate face like a porcelain doll, there was an unconcealable worry.

"Xia Ya, what's wrong with you today? Why do you often stare out the window in a daze...so much like my father."

Little Ailora tried the back of her hand: "You don't seem to have a fever either."

"I'm fine."

Xia Ya held the soft hand of the little girl in front of him.

"But--"

He paused for a moment.

"I may have to go on a long journey, Xiao Ai."

After hearing what Xia said, the little blonde girl stared straight into Xia's eyes.

After a long time, there was a little more relief in the beautiful sky-blue eyes.

"It seems that Xia, you have made a decision."

"Yeah."

Xia nodded: "The gentle land in the memory is beautiful, but it is just a memory after all."

"The perfect ending that belongs to us must be opened up with our own hands."

"Besides-"

He stood up and stretched: "I have rested long enough."

The moment Xia stood up.

Whether it was the swaying fire in front of him, the simple hunter's cabin, or the silver fir forest and ice field in the distance, all the scenery was disappearing and turned into clear white light.

Only the girl with sky-blue eyes was still by his side.

Then, she carefully took his hand.

"Let's go."

"We still have a long way to go together..."

The little girl's voice faded a little bit.

But at the same time, a pleasant voice came from a distant place, gradually becoming clear from vague and hazy.

Similar voice.

That was the call of the girl.

She was calling for the return of her lover.

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PS: I'm sorry for the late update again. It's mainly because I'm a bit busy at the end of the semester. I'll have time after the final exams at the end of the month. By then, I'll try to make up for the leave I asked for before, and update until the end.

I originally wanted to play a bad joke and name this chapter "To the North", but then I thought about it and gave up 2333

By the way, I'm recommending a friend's book.