Hate me, Miss Witch

Chapter 83 The witch who emerged from history

Until he walked out of the Dark Night Garden.

Xia Ya just realized that Airola's instinct, which was as intense as a cat with exploded hair, slowly calmed down at this moment.

The two held the same umbrella and walked side by side.

Surrounded by the hazy imperial city streets under the rain, they are colorful, gorgeous and blurry.

"She's strong."

After walking side by side for a long time, the blond girl next to Char spoke in a cold voice.

"It is indeed very strong. It was just an incarnation she weaved with shadow, but it gave me the feeling that it is no less than the Six Rings."

"If I guessed correctly, she should be the master of the Shadow Parliament, "Queen of the Night" Ogutina. "

"It is said that she controls part of the power of night and mystery. I don't know whether it is true or not."

Xia Ya nodded.

Apart from his own teacher, this was the first time he had faced a legend at such a close distance.

Although it is just an incarnation, the pressure it brings to Char is not small at all.

"That's not all—"

Aurora spoke again: "There's something wrong with the way she looks at you."

"I also feel something is wrong."

Xia Ya echoed in agreement: "I always feel like she wants to sell me to slave traders for money."

That's why he would rather mortgage the extra props and pay cash to run away.

Otherwise, given Xiaya's current poverty level, he really wouldn't mind working for a week in exchange for money.

The price offered by the other party was indeed very generous, which made him a little excited.

"It is indeed rare for a legend to care so much about worldly gold coins."

"Isn't it possible that the majestic "Queen of the Night" is just like me, racking her brains because she doesn't have enough money to buy extraordinary materials? "

Suddenly, Xia Ya, who was also poor, developed empathy with each other.

The same people from the end of the world, why do they know each other when they meet.

But next to Char, Aurora just tilted her head.

then.

In her mind, she secretly raised the vigilance level of the "Queen of the Night" to a level higher than that of President Diris.

Arriving at the same level as Isabella, the second princess of the empire, whom Aurora had never met before.

These are all opponents who are qualified to pose a threat to herself in Alora's eyes.

Don't ask why Char and the "Queen of the Night" only met once, but Alora became wary.

Asking is the intuitive EX unique to women.

Based on Aurora's understanding of Char, her childhood sweetheart simply has the qualities of a "beautiful young man" that attracts bees and butterflies. He only needs to move there, and women will surround him.

Of course, Aurora can completely understand this. After all, no one knows Char's excellence better than her.

However, if someone really wants to step on her head and eat the forbidden fruit before she can -

That is something that Alora cannot tolerate.

……

Golden plains, chalk towers.

The White Tower Library is lined with thousands of huge bookshelves made of golden wire wood, making it look majestic and majestic.

Countless books are arranged quietly and orderly on the huge wooden bookshelf, giving it a simple and peaceful atmosphere.

Fioren stood at the entrance of the library and looked back at the large library shrouded in silence.

"Are you leaving?"

A woman wearing a white robe and an elegant face spoke from behind Fioren.

"Singer of Silence" Isveda's voice was very calm: "Actually, you can return to the White Tower. There is no need to keep fighting outside."

"No need... White Tower is the same as your title."

"This place is too quiet and peaceful. It is only suitable for those who are focused on seeking the truth to study and study arcana and knowledge."

Fiolen glanced at Isveda through the metal mask: "Of course, in fact, for you, there is nothing wrong with teaching and educating people."

"But to me, that cold and murderous battlefield has just become a brighter place."

"I promised Your Highness that I will come back this time just to repay the kindness of the White Tower for raising me."

Isveda hesitated for a moment before speaking again: "So, in the plane of eternal sleep..."

"It was a world shrouded in dusk. Without the strength of the peak of the sixth ring, there was no need to think about entering the depths of the palace."

"To be honest, I'm a little scared now."

Speaking of this, Fioren also showed a trace of lingering fear in his eyes.

With her strength, she only arrived at the throne for a few seconds. She didn't even have time to see the figure on the throne clearly before she was forcibly expelled from the plane.

That kind of solidified majesty even caused some trauma to her soul, which made her recover in the white tower for a few more days.

"The tower master..."

"I don't know, but the source of that solidified power does come from the throne."

"The Blue Silver Demon Queen should still be sleeping in the throne, and her strength seems to be growing as she sleeps, far beyond the ordinary legend."

"I don't know if she heard what I said."

"All in all, I have repaid the kindness of raising you, and now it's time for me to leave."

When she walked out of the Great Library, the scene in front of her suddenly changed and turned into the square of the White Tower.

The next moment, the huge black-scaled sub-dragon was summoned in the square, carrying a formidable dragon power.

Isveda nodded calmly.

No matter what, knowing that the tower owner is still alive is good news for the White Tower. A living legend, as long as this news exists for one day, no one can shake the status of the White Tower in the Western Continent.

She thought for a while and spoke again: "Are you still planning to go back through the empire's teleportation array?"

"Yeah, but we have to get to the border first—"

Fioren's words were not finished yet.

The next moment.

Her and Isveda's expressions suddenly changed at the same time.

"Military teleportation array?"

A line of pale golden text suddenly appeared in the void in front of the two of them without any warning.

Twelve streams of light lit up.

Almost without thinking, Fioren and Isveda summoned all their pet beasts at the same time.

The majestic dragon's power can bring a "quiem" of death to all living beings who hear it...

The peak skills of more than a dozen pet beasts will burst out at this moment.

In the large library behind Isveda, the wooden bookshelf carrying thousands of books was crumbling under the burst of magic waves, making a crunching sound.

However, the next moment.

Dim yellow light emerged quietly.

Covered the entire sky.

Whether it is the emperor-level black-scaled dragon, the crowned griffon, or the death chanter... the movements of all pet beasts are frozen at this moment.

Along with this, the thousands of bookshelves in the big library that were about to be broken were stagnated in the solidified dusk.

It was only then that Fioren and Isveda saw beside them——

The graceful figure emerged from the glow.

She had silver hair and silver eyes, and was wearing a somewhat shabby jet black gauze dress. There were layers of dim yellow wings hanging down from her back, making her look unreal and hazy.

She emerged from the frozen dusk.

Then, stepping on the somewhat old red high-heeled shoes, he came to Isveda and Fioren.

"Sylvia... Tower Master."

There was an unconcealable tremor in Isveda's originally calm words.

Unlike Fioren, who has left the White Tower, Isveda is the librarian who has been passed down from generation to generation.

And her elder was one of the founders who had followed Sylvia to create the White Tower.

Therefore, unlike the new generation members of the White Tower, Isveda has never forgotten the mission passed down by her family.

Their real duty is actually not to be the administrators of the Great Library, but to be the tombkeepers of the "Blue Silver Witch".

As long as the person sleeping in the tomb does not wake up for a day, the mission of the tombkeeper will continue from generation to generation and will never end.

And at this moment——

The figure who was supposed to live in history actually walked out of the coffin in which he was buried.

The appearance and attire are exactly the same as the portraits passed down from generation to generation in the Isveda family.

The slim figure in the dusk turned back and looked at Isveda, and pale golden writing appeared in the void.

"I recognize your bloodline and breath. It comes from the same origin as the little girl I saved when I built the White Tower."

"Well, that's my great-grandmother..."

"I……"

A wavering look that was difficult to conceal appeared on Isveda's originally quiet and gentle face.

Known as the "Silent Singer", she was so excited that she couldn't organize her own words.

This is the mission and long-cherished wish of her family passed down from generation to generation.

But at this moment, reality suddenly came into light.

But the witch named Cang Yin did not keep her gaze on the excited Isveda for too long.

Those pure silver eyes swept across.

Then, it settled on Fioren's metal mask.

"Are you the little girl who came to the palace earlier?"

"You just said that you came here using the empire's military teleportation array?"

Fioren nodded subconsciously.

Although she was born in the White Tower, she did not have the same obsession with the master of the White Tower in front of her, the Blue Silver Witch, which was passed down from generation to generation in the family like Isveda, so she was not so emotionally out of control.

Fioren was just shocked that this historical figure actually appeared in front of him.

And, sigh at the awesome power.

There was obviously no movement at all, but all the pet beasts of himself and Isveda were frozen in the frozen dusk.

Of all the legends Fioren had seen, no one had ever been able to do this.

If the gap between title-level and ordinary legendaries were really so big that they could be instantly killed, then title-level beast masters would not be called the pillars of a country.

But then.

Fioren's eyes were as dull as Isveda's.

She saw it in the hands of the pale silver witch.

An old and incomplete metal disc, as if it had experienced corrosion over a long period of time, emerged silently.

Fioren recognized the metal disk.

It was the empire's standard teleportation array, the same as the one he used when he came to the White Tower.

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)