Hate me, Miss Witch

Chapter 92 The girl who only belongs to me

"Dinner party?"

The cold voice of the golden elf girl echoed in the star world.

She raised her eyes slightly and looked at Xia Ya in front of her.

The next moment, the left eye that had been closed quietly opened.

There was a wisp of faint blue fireworks, slowly dancing in the beautiful red-gold eyes.

This wisp of faint blue flame is extremely magnificent, extremely gorgeous, and flickers on and off indefinitely.

That is what the Black Tower people call the "Secret Fire of the Goddess of Magic", and it is also the origin of Hathaway's name "Golden Scourge".

Unlike the gods with clear titles believed in by various sects, the goddess of magic does not have a so-called entity, but is just the embodiment of the rules of various elements, magical creatures and spells in the multiverse, or some kind of The embodiment of the concept.

When the blue secret fire appeared, Xia Ya clearly felt it.

The imprint of time that was engraved on his astral body, like the growth rings of a tree, which even he could not detect, suddenly began to tremble at this moment.

Then, in the flowing time and space.

An illusory, as if cut off, long river of time was silently reflected in the eyes of the golden elf under the light of the blue secret fire.

The next moment, the faint blue flashed away and disappeared.

The golden elf's left eye closed again.

She crossed her arms, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and looked at Xia Ya with a half-smile.

"I didn't have much real feeling in the dimensional abyss. It wasn't until I saw you that I realized that so long had passed."

The golden elf took a step closer to Char and stretched out his hand.

Then, with those white and slender fingers, he gently touched Xia Ya's face.

"Look carefully, you have indeed grown up."

"You are no longer the pretentious little boy you were when I first met you in the arcane city of Lugia five years ago."

The cold fingertips swept across the side of Xia Ya's face, with a slightly itchy touch.

"You have become taller, taller than me."

"Moreover, you have also become thinner, and your face no longer feels as fleshy as before..."

The golden elf looked at the slender boy in front of him with a chiseled face.

There was relief and a little nostalgia in her beautiful pale golden eyes.

"He is indeed a beautiful boy."

"So, it's no wonder that Guderian Borgia is willing to marry his only daughter to you..."

"Although the reason is mostly based on interests, if you are not good enough, this engagement will not happen."

"In your words, little Xia Ya has become a hot commodity now..."

Xia Ya was stunned for a moment, not caring about the ridicule in Hathaway's words.

"Does the teacher also know the head of the Borgia family?"

As far as he knew, his golden elf teacher from the Black Tower had existed for a longer time than imagined. He was one of the most mysterious legends in the entire Western Continent.

Even an ancient force like The Theocracy, which has been passed down for thousands of years, does not know when Hathaway, the Black Tower legend, came to the fore.

However, perhaps because of the long period of time he has experienced since becoming a legend, Hathaway has a rather casual personality, and his style of acting is mainly about taking things as they come.

She was able to break her thousands of years of practice just because of a momentary affinity, and accept Xia Ya, who didn't even have a link at the time and was no different from an ant in the eyes of the legend, as a closed disciple...

Or maybe he just dropped out of a gathering with other eight-page mages because of trivial matters.

In Hathaway's eyes, if there is an existence that she doesn't like, then even if they are also legends, they may not bother to take a second look.

"It must have happened more than ten years ago. Guderian tried to attack the throne limit once, so he has some impressions."

"Although it was not successful at the time, more than ten years have passed..."

"It's really hard to say who is stronger or weaker between him and the imperial royal family."

Why is Borgia's veteran Deneng so strong?
  Xia Ya was a little surprised.

But in this case, it is no wonder that the other party dares to provoke the imperial royal family so openly. It turns out that he has full confidence.

"But...since you called me."

"It means that you have already made a decision in your mind about this matter."

The golden elf took his plain hand off Char's face. She took two steps back slightly. Under the background of the illusory starry sky behind her, a silent throne woven from dark thorns slowly emerged.

Hathaway sat down on the dark throne of thorns and looked sideways at Char, with a smile in her eyes.

"That's a good opportunity to reach the sky in one step. Accepting the olive branch offered to you by the other party is equivalent to having the backing of at least three legends."

"Moreover, this even includes the existence of two demigods who are comparable to each other..."

"You will make such a choice..."

The golden elf crossed his slender legs and sat lazily on the throne.

"Is it because of your little girlfriend?"

"Ah."

"Do you really want to do this?"

The golden elf's cold words contained a bit of bewitching: "You obviously pretend to accept the other party's kindness first, and then quietly integrate into the other party's camp."

"Then, absorb the opponent's nutrients to strengthen yourself, collect intelligence, wait until you are fully prepared, and then use the sword at the critical node... This is more in your interests, just like what you have always done."

"Exposing yourself to huge risks because of a momentary impulse is not like the philosophy you have always pursued, which is to think before you act."

Xia Ya nodded: "If I were alone, maybe I would do what you said, teacher. After all, I never think that my face is worth a few dollars. The one who laughs to the end is the winner." .”

He smiled silently: "But this is my promise to Xiao Ai."

Hathaway said calmly: "She no longer cares."

"But I care."

Xia Ya shook his head: "In the fire in Ceylon..."

"Xiao Ai entrusted me with everything that belonged to her, past, present, and future."

"That is the girl I have raised since childhood and who belongs to me alone."

"Everything of Aurora, whether it is joy or sadness, laughter or tears... can only exist for me. I hope she will only laugh because of me and cry only for me."

"but--"

Xia Ya's words turned slightly cold.

"That night, I saw her cry... for someone other than me."

"Then someone has to pay for this."

The golden elf looked at Xia Ya with his cold gaze for a long time, and the original leisurely gaze disappeared.

Instead, there is a royal majesty in the beautiful red-gold eyes, with a meaning of questioning and scrutiny.

Xia Ya's eyes did not dodge.

After a long time, the golden elf on the throne of thorns nodded gently: "I will let the little one go to the imperial capital."

"Then I'll trouble you, teacher."

The body of Xia Ya's spiritual body began to overflow with light spots, and it was gradually returning to the main material plane from the star realm.

At this moment, Xia Ya, whose figure began to become illusory and hazy, spoke again: "Teacher, I have always wanted to ask a question."

"When we were in the arcane city of Lukia, why on earth did you take a look at me among the crowd?"

A little nostalgia flashed in the eyes of the golden elf on the throne: "Because I felt a familiar aura from you at that time."

"A traveler who is far away from his hometown."

"A homeless person who has lost his place and has nowhere to return."

"It's exactly the same as me back then."

"Is that so?"

Xia Ya nodded, with a smile on his lips.

"I thought it was because, teacher, you have been single and lonely for too long."

"So, I want to cultivate a perfect child supporter from an early age."

Char's astral body quickly faded away.

Only the last words are left, echoing in the illusory sea of ​​​​stars in the star world.

"It's a pity that I have been trying hard to be a "heroine who can make the teacher's heart flutter" all these years. "

(End of this chapter)