Hate Me, Miss Witch!

The candle flames burned brightly, illuminating the cold autumn night.

"Is this a candlelight dinner?"

The silver-haired queen put her hand in Char's and was led into the door by him.

After seeing the furnishings inside the living room, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

"I didn't expect you to be quite sentimental."

"As expected of my royal husband."

"It is an honor to be praised by Her Majesty the Queen."

Chara smiled.

"Originally, I was a little worried, fearing that you would think these details and the so-called sentiment are meaningless and just a waste of resources."

"Now it seems that I was worrying too much."

Isadella took off her pitch-black gloves and hung them on the armrest of the sofa in the living room together with the crescent-white windbreaker.

The meager candle lighted on the dining table was swaying in the dim air with the faint breeze.

Likewise, it was also reflected in Isadella's crimson eyes, like the light of a distant lighthouse in the dark ocean.

She thought for a while: "How to say it."

"If it were me in the past, I might really reject or even resent these behaviors."

According to Isadella's resolute style in the past when she was the Iron-Blooded Princess, what she pursues is maximizing efficiency and profits.

Just like when she met Xia Ya in the past, she always wore a black eagle uniform.

There is no difference in the function of "supplementing nutrition" between a romantic candlelight dinner and a light meal with compressed food and pill supplements as the main food, and the latter is even more efficient.

But in fact, which woman would not long for romance in her heart, and long for the sense of ritual that may seem meaningless, but can make her mood happy.

It's just that in the past days, her heart was bound by the education she had received since childhood, the shackles of being called "successor of the empire", "candidate for the throne", and "second princess".

Those expectant looks from her father, the royalist ministers and the people made her regard the rise and fall of the empire as her own responsibility and bound it to her alone.

Live like a mirror and become the flawless "Second Princess" who can perfectly respond to everyone's expectations.

As a result, outside of her identity as the "Second Princess", the true heart of the girl named Isadella von Fresberg was deeply suppressed.

Even she herself had almost forgotten it.

"until--"

Isadella smiled: "I met you."

Therefore, in addition to the identity of the second princess, the almost forgotten little girl named Isadella became alive again.

"Although clumsy..."

"But I also started to try to have expectations for the outside world and others."

"Live not for the empire, but for yourself."

Speaking of which, live for yourself, or to put it more bluntly - "selfish".

For most human beings, even ordinary people from civilian backgrounds, this is just their innate nature.

However, this nature that all living beings should possess, Isadella did not truly possess until more than twenty years later.

"The leisurely mind of singing about flowers and butterflies, discussing gossipy love affairs with close friends in the boudoir, tossing and turning over every move of my sweetheart, buying romance novels from the Royal Book Society..."

"These are all things I should have done in the past but never did."

Isadella stared at the flickering candle on the table.

"It's a pity that it's only now that I have found my original intention."

"It's just that at my current age and status, even if I have regained my original intention, it seems too late to imagine doing those things like those underage girls..."

"If I really do this, I'm afraid I will be laughed at by the ministers and the elders in the royal family."

Her voice grew softer.

There seemed to be a teasing smile in those words, but there was an imperceptible loss hidden inside.

But soon, Isadella's words were interrupted mercilessly by Char.

"No, not at all late."

Isadella looked back in shock, only to find that the eyes of the black-haired boy next to her were filled with seriousness that she had never seen before.

"Whether a person can do something does not depend on your age and status, or what outsiders think of what you do."

"It just depends on whether you want to do it or not, that's all."

Xia Ya leaned back lazily on the sofa, assuming a casual posture.

"Obviously, Your Majesty, you just said before that you must live for yourself from now on, not for others."

"How come in the blink of an eye, we are back to a dead end again."

His fingers moved slightly.

The next moment, a flash of silver light flashed slightly.

The cute little ferret appeared on Char's shoulder.

After sensing Xia Ya's instructions through the soul contract, Yin gave Xia Ya a deep look.

Although he wanted to slap his lazy master in the face with his big fluffy tail, considering that this was an opportunity for his master to show his holiness in front of a few people in front of a woman, Yin finally suppressed the movement of his tail.

It jumped off the sofa lightly, came to the corner of the living room, and opened a metal box with double doors.

The moment he opened the door, a biting chill hit his face.

Of course, for Silver, who had been born in the snowfields of Ceylon since childhood and whose race was the snowfield marten, this chill only made him feel quite comfortable.

The little ferret used its snow-white tail to roll out two cans of frosty canned drinks from the metal box with double doors. Then it jumped back to the edge of the sofa lightly and used its tail to roll out the two cans of icy drinks. Passed it to Xia Ya.

"Nice job Yin, I'll add a chicken drumstick to dinner tonight."

"Uh-huh, uh-huh (Master, do you think that a chicken leg can sell this "Snowfield Marten" who has reached half-step to the level of a god?)"

"Uh-huh, uh-huh (at least two, no, three.)"

"Three is three."

"Hey!"

After receiving a satisfactory answer from Xia Ya, Yin let out a cry, turned into a stream of silver light, and returned to Xia Ya's soul space with satisfaction to continue sleeping.

As a pet beast connected to Char's soul, it certainly knew how much improvement the five hundred years of sleeping at the bottom of the abyss had brought to Char.

As the main pet beast of Char's first soul contract, just as the pet beast's promotion can give feedback to the beast master, Char's own improvement as the beast master can also bring feedback to Yin.

It sleeps more and more frequently these days, but for the snow marten, which majors in illusions and mental power, the dreams created by sleep are itself part of its self-cultivation.

Yin had a hunch that the day when he would break through again was not too far away.

"Speaking of which, if there is another breakthrough, will Yin's race have to evolve from the "World Snow Marten" to the "Divine Snow Marten" and become a truly mythical species? "

Xia Ya couldn't help but start thinking wildly in his mind.

"What's this?"

Isadella witnessed what Char did and couldn't help but ask softly.

"That's some kind of household magical device for refrigeration. I call it a refrigerator."

Xia Ya pointed to the double-door metal cabinet next to the living room: "The only function of the refrigerator is refrigeration. As for its composition principle, it is actually very simple. Just engrave a micro rune of refrigeration on the metal locker. The cost is very low, and families with a little spare money can afford it.”

"Cooling..."

Isadella looked at the double-door refrigerator, her delicate eyebrows slightly frowned.

As the throne, as the empress of the empire, she is certainly not unable to understand something as simple as a refrigerator.

In fact, a large-scale frost field also exists within the royal family, and a large-scale cooling rune array is engraved inside it, which is specially used to assist the ice-attribute beast masters in the royal faction in their training.

"But... with the specifications of this small iron box, it cannot carry a cooling array that is too large at all. It can only be used to carry miniaturized magic runes."

"This level of refrigeration effect, not to mention it is used to assist the training of ice-type pets, even if it is used to store some high-risk magic reagents that are limited to low-temperature storage, it seems a bit inadequate, and the stability cannot be guaranteed at all. …”

"So, Her Majesty the Queen——"

Char's laughter interrupted Isadella's questioning murmur.

"In terms of political skills and governing the country, perhaps you can indeed be called the perfect princess and the perfect queen."

"At least if you let me deal with those piles of files, I'll just be as big as an ox and just start swinging."

"But, as Isadella, as my lover and fiancée, you still have a lot to learn."

Xia Ya picked up the cold Coke.

"The use of the refrigerator is not as great as your Majesty thinks."

"The only purpose of the small refrigerator in our house is to chill drinks."

"The frozen carbonated drinks will taste better...that's all."

He opened the can with his fingers and took a long drink.

Feeling the stimulating gas exploding in his mouth, Xia couldn't help lazily slumping down on the sofa and letting out a contented sigh.

"If you look at it from a traditional perspective."

"My current status has transcended the boundaries of the throne. Even if you look at the first era when mythical creatures were rampant, I can definitely be regarded as a high-ranking person."

"As for my age, if you include the five hundred years of sleeping at the bottom of the abyss... it is already six years old. The unit is one hundred years old."

"According to the impression of the world, a powerful man on the throne who has survived for hundreds of years should be sitting on the mysterious throne, overlooking all living beings with majestic eyes, right?"

"It's just like the thing I randomly drew up in the first era, but was called the Frozen Throne by the elves."

Xia Ya waved the ice-cold Fat House Happy Water in her hand.

"But no one knows that I actually regret it to death."

"In order to create a pose, I imitated the Frozen Throne made by a certain fatherly and filial sword master. It does look very handsome."

"But how can a throne made of steel be as comfortable as a soft sofa?"

"After sitting posing on that iron lump for more than five hundred years, I feel like my butt is almost completely numb."

"How could it be more comfortable to lie on the sofa and drink Feizhai Happy Water now?"

"As for the majesty and mystery that should belong to the strong man on the throne in the eyes of outsiders..."

"None of my business."

Isadella looked at Char in front of her, who seemed to have her body glued to the sofa, with a calm and indifferent expression.

I watched it for a long time.

really.

Thinking about it carefully, Xia Ya today can be regarded as a high-ranking person in terms of age, experience, deeds and prestige.

If I didn't know Xia Ya and had only heard of his deeds, then the picture I could make up in my mind would be a figure wearing white gloves with his fingers crossed on his chest. He was enigmatic and could tell the depth of the city at a glance. Image of young man.

But actually——

It would be better to say that the Char who Isadella knew was the exact antonym of this image.

In the eyes of those traditional thrones and mythical creatures, a throne lying on the sofa drinking carbonated drinks is definitely a shame for the strong.

When getting along with Char, Isadella had no sense of being dealing with a powerful person on the throne.

It seems that from beginning to end, even after experiencing countless ups and downs——

But Char was still the high-spirited third-year student of St. Laurent College who had not even reached the third ring when Isadella first heard of him. He had shined in the Ashes Order invasion and had never changed.

Even the mentality of the people around him has become much younger.

Pfft——

Isadella suddenly smiled.

Not the faint smile befitting a king.

But it was inconsistent with her past image of a queen, which surprised Isadella herself, and she couldn't help but smile.

"You are obviously several hundred years older, but you still present yourself as a "seventeen-year-old, high-spirited black-haired boy" in front of outsiders all day long. Aren't you just pretending to be young? "

"You put it that way, it does seem like I'm pretending to be young."

Xia Ya scratched his head.

"But that's what I always thought of myself."

"It's too difficult for me to play the role of a majestic and powerful person. It's okay to just put on a pose when I show off to others occasionally. If I have to put on airs all the time, it would be too tiring."

"In this case, it's better to do whatever you want and live the way you want to live."

Xia Ya picked up another bottle of canned drink and handed it to Isadella: "Why don't you try happy water?"

Isadella took the drink, followed Char's example, opened the metal tab on it, and took a sip.

The next moment, her delicate eyebrows frowned slightly.

"Is this can of drink expired and spoiled?"

She put down her drink.

He stood up and opened the double doors of the refrigerator.

Then, from the refrigerator, he took out a can of drink with a different packaging than the two cans that Yin had taken before. It was not blue, but red.

He pulled the tab open again and took a small sip.

This time, Isadella just nodded: "This red package is fine. Sure enough, is the blue drink just expired?"

"It tastes like toilet cleaner."

"hiss……"

Char took a breath.

"I didn't expect that Your Majesty, you are as good as Xiao Ai."

"Delicious party?"

The silver-haired queen frowned: "What does this mean? A new party in the imperial capital? Why did Diris and Fioren never say anything about it?"

"It's nothing... I just feel that there may be some minor friction in our married life."

Xia Ya waved his hand, coughed slightly, and his expression returned to normal.

"So, Your Majesty, you should know what I mean..."

"Since you have some regrets during your childhood, there are too many things that you haven't done, and there are too many memories that can't be traced back -"

"Then, why not fill up those regrets together in the future..."

"To create more memories?"

Isadella looked at the boy in front of her and took a sip of the Coke in her hand.

"Glib-tongued guy——"

"You haven't said this set of love words to many people, have you?"

"but……"

Isadella smiled

"I don't hate it."

at this moment.

She suddenly recalled the words that her late mother had said to her a long time ago.

"The so-called life is a process of constant encounters and encounters."

In the past, she didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence.

However, Isadella now understands a little bit.

"Char...classmate?"

The clear and sweet voice was filled with a bone-chilling chill at this moment.

Charia couldn't help but get excited, and a few drops of the happy water that Isadella called toilet cleaner spilled out of her hand.

"Let Miss Sylvia and I prepare the meal..."

"Looking back, I'm secretly teasing Her Majesty the Queen, right?"

The blonde girl was wearing a white apron, her long pale golden hair was tied into a refreshing ponytail, and she looked like a little chef.

At this moment, she was holding two pots of steaming food in her hands. When she looked at Xia Ya, her eyes had a cold air that was completely opposite to the cook.

A few drops of cold sweat slipped from Xia Ya's forehead: "If I let Yin come out now to see his mother whom he hasn't seen for five hundred years, will it be effective?"

"Will it be effective?"

Airola put on a thoughtful expression, but the tiny scratches on the floor that were being cut by the sharp Holy Spear revealed everything.

"Who knows?"

"Maybe there will be."

"send."

The cold air of Shura Field enveloped the entire living room.

Along with that came the aroma of delicious food that lingered in the living room.

On the other side.

Isadella quietly watched the sweaty Char summon his army of pets, trying to get away with it in front of Aurora with a cute attack.

After an unknown amount of time, she whispered softly, unheard.

"Time like this."

"If it could continue forever, it would be great..."