Hate Me, Miss Witch!

The wind brought a nostalgic smell.

It was just a moment.

Sylvia felt the throbbing in her heart that made her hold her breath subconsciously.

The thoughts that had gradually calmed down with the conversation with Aurora began to surge again.

Her eyes flashed with silver light.

In an instant, Sylvia mobilized her strength and spirit.

From a higher perspective, she re-examined her spiritual ocean.

Eliminated the interference of illusions and thoughts, and eliminated the influence of various self-feelings and entanglements.

Then——

Sylvia came to an extremely certain and clear conclusion.

The information she perceived was not her own illusion, nor was it the lovesickness caused by thinking about it day and night.

Rather, it was an unquestionable reality.

He really came back.

Dong——

Dong——

The courtyard was so quiet that even the sound of a needle falling to the ground became very obvious.

"Sure enough..."

Sylvia gently placed her hand on her chest and listened to her clearly audible heartbeat.

"Even though I said something too hastily before, saying that I was inferior to Xiao Ai."

"But when that day really came, I couldn't control my emotions and threw everything I said before behind my head."

She smiled.

"But, this me is me now."

"Not the Lord of the White Tower, nor the Blue Silver Witch..."

"But, Sylvia Brunstadt."

"The Sylvia who made Brother Xia tell me in person that it was not the kind of love that a brother has for his sister, but the kind of love between men and women."

If not.

Then as early as five hundred years ago, when she ascended to the legend and built the White Tower...

Sylvia should have gone further and further on the lonely long steps to the gods in order to pursue power and become a god, just like countless legends in the Western Continent.

Instead of choosing to bury herself in the White Tower, waiting for the illusory opportunity to meet Char again in the future.

No one can really judge the right or wrong of the choice she made.

At least for most of the legendary masters in the Western Continent from ancient times to the present, giving up the opportunity to become stronger and even become a god for the sake of some love in their youth... choosing to spend hundreds of years waiting for an illusory person is itself an extremely unreasonable thing.

But no matter what -

At least in Sylvia's heart, she has never regretted the decision she made when the White Tower was built more than 500 years ago.

Even now, thinking about it, she is quite fortunate in her heart.

Fortunately, she did not accept the invitation of other legends to embark on that road to becoming a god.

She had a hunch that if she had embarked on that road, then the distance between her and the boy would only gradually drift away.

Even if she met Xia again in the future, the two of them would be just passers-by in each other's lives, strangers who could not even smile at each other.

The silver-colored magic flowed, carrying Sylvia's mood that was like the ups and downs of the sea tide.

In just a moment, Sylvia's figure turned into a stream of light and disappeared.

With the status of a powerful throne holder.

Heading towards the pure white tower in the center of the imperial capital Camelot, it was also the direction where the aura that she missed so much appeared.

...

When the silver stream of light froze again.

What came into view was a tranquil garden.

It was still dusk, but the surroundings of the garden were as cold and quiet as the night.

Under the dark sky, a thin moonlight fell on the stone steps, as if covered with a layer of silver neon.

Sylvia was very familiar with the scenery in front of her.

Because this was a small courtyard in the ancient country called Cang Ting, which belonged to the only daughter of Grand Duke Cang Ting - Sylvia Brunstadt.

Before Sylvia met Char by the steep cliff, she often wandered in this small courtyard during the darkest time.

Looking at the brilliant stars in the night sky, smelling the fragrance of the small white flowers on the small tree planted with her long-dead mother, she spent one difficult night after another.

At the same time, this small courtyard is also the place where she and Char have many common memories.

For countless late nights, they sat on the stone steps of the courtyard, holding the milk tea cup that Char called "fragrant piaopiao" in their hands and talking for a long time.

From being encouraged to make up her mind to become a beastmaster.

To no longer be a coward, but with the encouragement of Brother Char, she had the courage to face the Twilight God in her body...

Then because opening her mouth would turn into a word spirit that deprives living beings of their lives, she decided not to speak anymore, but started writing a diary... To this day, "The Diary of the Blue Silver Witch" has nearly a thousand pages.

If Sylvia had not folded the interior of the diary with space with her legendary status, I am afraid that a book would not be able to record everything.

This small courtyard witnessed Sylvia's countless firsts.

Of course, the real courtyard inside the Brunstadt family mansion had long been buried in the sands of history along with the god who destroyed the country, and could no longer be found.

This garden in the White Tower was carefully reproduced one-to-one according to the appearance in Sylvia's memory after she achieved the throne.

Because it was blessed by the will of the throne master, the dark starry sky in Sylvia's memory always appeared above this garden regardless of day or night.

This is the embodiment of the mental landscape of the Blue Silver Witch Sylvia, and it has a similar composition principle to the frozen snowfield around the Snow City at the bottom of the abyss in the First Epoch.

In the words of mysticism, this is Sylvia's "inherent barrier", which can be changed freely according to her will and truly belongs to her domain.

But at this moment.

Back to this place that she is most familiar with, where she knows the location of every flower, tree and potted plant.

In Sylvia's heart, a rare sense of timidity like homesickness rose.

Her footsteps paused at the outer entrance of the courtyard, and the white curtain made it difficult to move forward any further.

"Tower Master?"

A female whisper came to my ears.

The calm words were now filled with a hint of helplessness.

"Haven't you been thinking about him for the past six months?"

"I kept talking about him while eating, and even when I was taking a nap. Even when there were high-level meetings in the White Tower, you would often start staring out the window in a daze. I know what you were thinking without you saying anything."

"Why are you so scared now that he's finally back?"

"Go see him now. Tower Master, your current appearance will disillusion many new members of the White Tower who grew up listening to your legend."

Isvida?

It seems that she has been around Char for too long.

Even my deputy tower master, the "Silent Singer" who seemed to always have a blank expression on his face, now can't help but use Char's words when he speaks.

Sylvia gently reached out her hand.

Then she pushed open the curtain at the entrance to the courtyard and walked in.

The white curtains slowly swayed open with the sound of the breeze blowing across the grassland.

The black-haired boy was sitting on the pale stone steps, silently looking at the courtyard in front of him.

He was wearing a thin, white single-piece dress that looked like a hospital gown.

The fluorescence reflected in his eyes, like a dim sea of ​​stars.

"Xiaya... Brother."

This extremely soft call was noticed by the person in front of him.

He slightly turned his body, and the dark eyes that had just awakened from a deep sleep looked at Sylvia, with a little confusion and confusion.

Looking at the familiar face——

And the black eyes that looked at her, with a little confusion in their politeness.

Sylvia's heart sank slightly.

After Aurora's retelling, she knew very well what Char faced in the First Age.

That was a gamble of inviting a wolf into the house, introducing an ancient will that had lived for who knows how many epochs into one's spiritual world, and then using five hundred years of time to wear it out until one's spirit and self were truly annihilated.

Even though at the end of hundreds of years, Brother Char won the final victory.

However, to be an enemy of such an existence, Char could not help but pay a price...

The soul was worn out, and some memories were lost... He forgot his past.

Compared to the worst ending of Char falling asleep forever and never waking up again... He was able to wake up unscathed, and the price was only the loss of some memory fragments, which was undoubtedly the most perfect ending.

Obviously, I should be happy.

With such thoughts in mind, Sylvia carefully concealed the loss in her heart, not letting it show in her expression.

Instead, she gave a slightly dry and polite smile.

"That..."

"Maybe you will find it a little surprising to say this now, but in fact, this is not the first time we have met."

"My name is Sylvia, Sylvia Brunstadt..."

Sylvia suppressed her emotions and barely had time to finish the words she had just spoken.

The next moment, she heard the familiar voice of Aurora.

"It's already this time, and you're still joking about pretending to have lost your memory."

"It's still the same bad taste as always."

The light golden hair was flying.

The next moment, the golden-haired figure threw herself into the arms of the boy in front of her like a swallow.

The confusion and puzzlement in the eyes of the black-haired boy also collapsed in an instant with the appearance of Aurora.

Xia Ya looked at the golden-haired girl who buried her little head in her chest and was unwilling to look up, and a trace of helplessness flashed in her eyes.

"Sure enough, nothing can be hidden from you, Xiao Ai."

Xia Ya spoke softly.

"It's not just Xiao Ai and Xi Bao."

"I'm looking forward to this reunion more than you."

"Only half a year has passed in reality, but I've endured five hundred years."

This time.

Whether it's the voice or the look in the dark eyes.

Everything makes Sylvia feel extremely familiar, and no longer as strange as before.

"Five hundred years, a full five hundred years."

"Although the physical time in the spiritual world is slightly faster, it's also nearly a hundred years."

"No Sese, no Naibai's Xue Zi, no knee pillow..."

"The only person I can communicate with is an old Biden who has lived for thousands of years and is still crying all day long and telling me that your body is excellent and perfect, and I feel no different from Hannibal. "

"Xiao Ai, Xi Bao... do you know how I came here in the past five hundred years?"

Feeling the warmth and delicate body of the girl in his arms, Xia Ya's eyes gradually softened a bit.

After a long time, Airola lowered her head, raised her head from Char's arms, and stood behind him silently.

With the character of this girl, Aurora, generally speaking, she will never be overly affectionate with Char when there are others besides her and Char around, and she will often treat Char as her maid in front of outsiders. , claiming to be an attendant.

Aurora's official reason was that she needed to give Char a good face in front of outsiders, so that Char could maintain the image of a gentleman and not let him be looked down upon for being too frivolous.

But in fact, both of them knew in their hearts that Aurora would do this, and the real reason was just shyness.

But at this moment, under the influence of longing, she still couldn't control the feelings in her heart and made such a move.

Of course, think about it from another perspective.

This also shows that in Aurora's heart, Sylvia is no longer an outsider to her and Char.

From this point of view, the stability of the harem in the future is guaranteed.

Maybe the three people who were in the plane of eternal sleep that night learned a foreign language together, and it could no longer be a limited card pool, but open as a permanent card pool.

But soon, Xia Ya restrained her random thoughts.

It's far from time to play the winning team's MVP settlement screen.

He opened his arms and gently hugged the silver-haired witch not far away, whose beautiful pale silver eyes were shining with joy.

"Sorry, Sylvia."

"I did sleep for too long. When I woke up, my mind was still a little confused."

"Originally, I wanted to give you a surprise that I lost and found... But now it seems that it was a bit self-defeating. This joke was too inappropriate."

"Anyway, I'm back..."

"It wasn't that old Biden who took away his body, and he didn't lose any amnesia -"

"I am who I am, the intact Chara Eggut."

Looking at the witch in his arms, Xia Ya spoke softly.

But Sylvia didn't answer, she just gently leaned her head on his shoulder.

The warm gas stimulated Char's neck, giving it a moist feeling.

"It's fine……"

"As long as I know that brother Xia Ya has come back, that is enough."

Sylvia gently raised her beautiful pale silver eyes and looked up at the side face of the young man who was very close to her.

In the faint moonlight, there were downy hairs on the side of his face, and his skin seemed transparent.

At this moment, time seems to be reversed.

She is no longer the world-famous Lord of the White Tower, but a frail alien in the Grand Duke's mansion who was isolated by her tribe because of a curse.

However, among those strange eyes, there were people who were willing to stay by her side, using their not-so-strong shoulders to shield her from the wind and rain, and listen to her talk about those trivial girls who seemed a bit unworthy of mention now. Worry.

It’s the same courtyard, and it’s the same late night with the stars shining brightly.

Sylvia wanted to cry.

So she followed Aurora's example and buried her head in Char's arms, preventing her tears of excitement from being noticed by Char.

Of course she knew that what she was doing was just deceiving others.

The status of the three people present has exceeded the limits of the throne, and they are no longer so-called ordinary people.

Even if the line of sight is blocked, relying on the perception of mental power, whether it is Char or Sylvia, even the sound of ants moving on the ground can be heard clearly within a thousand meters.

But isn't that how the relationship between them should be?

Putting aside strength, putting aside the status that is above ten thousand people——

The real Sylvia is actually satisfied enough as long as she can be by Char's side like the girl named Aurora.

And it was as if he felt Sylvia's thoughts.

Xia Ya did not speak, but let the Cang Yin Witch gently lean on his shoulder...

Warm tears soaked his clothes.

"Tsk... think about it carefully, I am really a beast."

"I actually made my beloved girl cry for me again."

Xia sighed regretfully: "Although it's for Shi-chan, it's still quite depressing."

"You've made yourself look like this and made others worry about you."

"but--"

His voice paused slightly.

"This should be the last time."

Xia Ya looked at the Blue Silver Witch who was leaning on his shoulder.

The words no longer had the loose and casual flavor before, but were a little more solemn.

"Although this time, whether I did it intentionally or unintentionally, I have shouldered Ogutina's debt of love again."

"But Xiao Ai, Sylvia, I promise you."

"This trip to the First Era will be my last adventure."

"From now on, I won't put myself in such an embarrassing situation again..."

"I won't let my beloved girl shed tears because she's worried about me."

Xia Ya's words were not very solemn, but they contained some indescribable determination.

A slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Since I have made the ambition to become the king of the harem, I must also shoulder the corresponding responsibilities."

"Is this what is called if you want to wear a crown, you must take advantage of its weight?"

Behind him, the expectations from the girls are both motivation and shackles.

Xia Ya can no longer freely enter and exit the reverberations of history as he did before, acting unscrupulously just because of his own likes, dislikes and mission rewards.

Because he is no longer the only one around him, he has to consider more things and more consequences.

However, today's Xia Ya... is happy with this shackles.

Hearing Char's words.

Both Aurora and Sylvia raised their heads in astonishment.

Of course, they all thought about letting Xia stay in the Fourth Epoch, in the Imperial Capital, and by their side.

Rather than go back to the remnants of past history and fight to death, leaving yourself bruised and bruised.

However, they never really spoke to stop Xia's actions.

Because of that agreement, Aurora will only unconditionally support everything that Xia does when Xia really makes a decision, because she knows that all Xia’s actions must have his own purpose, and All he needs to do is execute his will.

Sylvia's reason was that she couldn't speak.

Her own encounter with Chara was due to Charia's momentary willfulness and chance.

He was redeemed in the darkness because of his struggle in the remnants of history.

Then how could she have the position to stop Char from redeeming another woman in the reverberations of history?

At this moment, Xia Ya finally gave his promise.

A confident commitment.

Obviously everything has not been settled yet.

Even in the Fourth Era, the gods are still hiding behind the scenes, waiting for the end of the era and the arrival of change...

But Xia Ya still made such a promise.

"The Holy Spear gave me feedback."

"At the bottom of the First Age Abyss, although the glaciers around the Snow Wind City are melting... you have not yet woken up from that throne."

Aurora gave Char a strange look: "Obviously when you entered and exited the reverberation of history several times before, you couldn't freely enter and exit the reverberation of history like you do now, and travel between the old era and the current node."

"That's true of me before."

Xia Ya nodded.

His past entry into the reverberations of history relied on systematic positioning. Each entry and exit was fragmentary, and each entry and exit required the immense pressure of traveling through the long river of time.

"But, after all, I am not that mythical creature, the five war snakes of shame."

"After five hundred years, I still defeated that old Bidden and harvested his spoils. I will eventually grow."

Xia Ya smiled slightly.

His thoughts moved slightly.

In the soul covenant space, the Mercury Snake, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly sneezed, woke up, and sensed the surrounding environment in a daze.

It was obviously the first era before going to bed, so why is he now in the fourth era at the current time point?

Doesn’t his master need its assistance when entering and exiting the reverberations of history?

But this time, Char's return from the First Era did not rely on the system or the power of the mercury snake's destiny retrieval.

Instead, rely entirely on yourself.

…

Sylvia cuddled up to Xia's side and stayed in the courtyard for a long time.

Just like what they had done countless times in the ancient Cangting Kingdom.

I don't know how long it took, but Airola's continuous coughs made Sylvia raise her head in embarrassment.

Is this the exclusive treatment that only Xiao Ai had in the past?

Accidentally, I became a little obsessed.

But if there is a chance, I must try it in private.

Sorry, Xiao Ai.

Although I really want to become Brother Xia’s family with you.

But this is the only thing I don’t want to let go of...

In front of her, Xia Ya also stood up.

He coughed slightly and cleared his throat.

The next moment, those clear words echoed in the silent courtyard.

"So, all in all..."

"I'm back."

"Um."

Sylvia nodded slightly, feeling the joy and joy turn into a warm current, flowing gurglingly in her inner world.

"Welcome back, brother Xia Ya."