Hate me, Miss Witch

Chapter 93 The most beautiful scene in memory (two in one)

In a world made up of illusory stars, Char's figure turned into countless scattered light spots and slowly faded away.

In the star realm, there was a brief silence in an instant.

After being slightly stunned, the golden elf on the Throne of Thorns burst into laughter.

"Xiao Shi, did you hear that?"

"I was teased."

After a long time, the laughter, as clear as a silver bell, slowly faded away.

She looked at the position where Xia Ya's figure disappeared, shook her head slightly, and whispered to herself, echoing in the illusory starry sky.

"He has really grown up..."

"He is no longer the little boy he was before, but has the responsibilities of a man."

"Although some are domineering, some do not know the etiquette of respecting teachers..."

"But I don't hate it."

The golden elf's plain white fingers tapped lightly in the star world.

"Since disciples can cause trouble so much, then I, as a teacher, have to put some thought into it."

"Xiao Shi, my body is still in the dimensional abyss and I can't come back. I'll leave it to you to go to the imperial capital and take care of me."

"it is good."

As the golden elf finished speaking, a huge black bone demon appeared silently in the starry sky.

It nodded towards the golden elf on the throne of thorns, and then the huge skeletal body quickly moved away.

Soon, it disappeared into the depths of the star realm.

Silence returned to the star realm.

The golden elf girl on the throne of thorns just sat back and closed her eyes, as if she was sleeping.

The illusory stars flow, and the starlight ripples round and round.

The flow rate of time in the star realm is different from that in the main material plane. I don’t know how long it took before the eyes of the golden elf on the throne opened again.

There was an extremely rare hint of surprise in those cold eyes.

"They are here too?"

A little helplessness flashed through the golden elf's beautiful red-gold eyes.

"You really are..."

""A heartwarming male protagonist". "

Her eyes were deep and she didn't know what she was thinking.

"If I had known this, shouldn't I have locked him up in the confinement plane of the Black Tower? He wouldn't be allowed out unless he became a legend..."

After a long time, the golden elf on the throne let out a long sigh.

"But in this way, there should be no need for Xiao Si to appear."

……

The Prime Material Plane.

Western Continent, Foresta Empire, Imperial Capital Camelot.

Royal State Guesthouse.

This is the best hotel in the entire imperial capital. The price of the most ordinary single room per day exceeds ten Rhine gold coins. As for the more luxurious suites, the highest price has even exceeded the price of one hundred gold coins per day.

However, even so, the recent business here is still full.

As for the reason, it is naturally because of the banquet tomorrow.

Although on the surface it seems that this is just an engagement dinner between two juniors.

But anyone with a discerning eye who understands the current situation in the empire will naturally know it deep down—

This may seem like an ordinary engagement dinner, but the connotations behind it are very likely to determine the future trend of the entire Foresta Empire.

No matter they were nobles from all sides, powerful men, scouts, spies... all of a sudden, countless eyes converged on the imperial capital.

No one wants to miss the details of this party.

So all of a sudden, outsiders from all over the Western Continent gathered in the imperial capital.

Those dignitaries who belong to the order camp and have been invited by the Borgia family will naturally have their local residences in the imperial capital arranged by the Borgia family.

However, for those uninvited guests, they have to pay out of their own pockets to find another accommodation.

Royal State Guesthouse, among tulips.

The tulip is also the emblem of one of the eight major sworn families in the empire. However, the tulip family has always been tepid. At present, it can be regarded as one of those fence-sitting parties who are free from the disputes between the old nobles and the royal family.

And the suite that can be named after the sworn family is naturally extraordinary. If you are not a powerful person in the empire, you are not even qualified to book it.

Fioren stood at the door among the tulips, looking at the huge open wooden wardrobe in the room.

Inside the wardrobe are pieces of brand-new clothing, all of which Fioran purchased from the most high-end clothing stores in the entire imperial capital, most of which came from the Widowmaker District.

Beside the forest of clothes displayed, the silver-haired witch stared at the large silver floor-length mirror in the room.

From time to time, she took out a piece of clothing from the closet, placed it in front of her along with the hanger, and looked at herself in the mirror.

Sylvia's long sterling silver hair fell smoothly along her white shoulders, shining brightly under the bright moonlight outside the window.

Fioren even saw the pale silver witch in front of him lift up her skirt and spin briskly in front of the silver mirror.

It was as if she was not an ancient legend from history more than five hundred years ago.

It is a young girl who is full of emotions and joyfully choosing clothes for a date with her sweetheart the next day.

Does the Lord of the White Tower actually have such a side?

But thinking about it, it is said that when the Blue Silver Witch ascended the throne of legend, she was actually in her twenties, about the same age as Her Royal Highness...

What follows is the long, five hundred years of sleep.

Thinking about it this way, when it comes to real experience, Sylvia has only lived in such a short period of more than ten years, and may not even be as good as herself?

Fiolen couldn't help but be slightly dazed, but he quickly came back to his senses.

Although the Blue Silver Witch has been very talkative in the past few days, Fioren has not forgotten that when she handed the newspaper to the other party... it was razed to the ground under the furious light of dusk. The ruins of the Cangting royal capital.

Even according to imperial law, the other party's behavior is undoubtedly suspected of destroying ancient relics, but considering that the initiator may be the only survivor of the Cangting ancient country, there is really no way to pursue this matter, or Fioren does not dare to pursue.

Fiolen suppressed the random speculation in his heart and said respectfully: "Your Majesty Silvia, as the Southern Inspector, although I am in the royal camp, I have also received an invitation to the Borgia family's dinner."

She said hesitantly: "Master Tower Master, do you really want to dress up as my entourage and attend that dinner?"

"With your strength, even though you have not been invited, as long as you show your identity as the master of the White Tower, you will surely receive the highest level of courtesy from the Borgia family."

"Need not"

Pale golden writing appeared in the void in front of Fioren's eyes.

"Ok."

Fioren nodded respectfully.

Just when she was about to say goodbye, she suddenly noticed that the silver-colored witch suddenly looked away from the wardrobe and dressing mirror.

Then, with those emotionless beautiful eyes, he looked out the window at the distant night sky. "Four"

Four?

Fioren couldn't help but be stunned, but he quickly came to his senses.

Of course, the only people who are qualified to be mentioned by the Lord of the White Tower in front of him are legendary strong men at the same level as him.

In this case, if the four of you...

Guderian Borgia is naturally the head of the Vermilion Rose family.

Within the imperial royal family, there is also someone who has stayed in the imperial capital for a long time.

What about the other two?

As far as she knew, although the Borgia family also invited many forces with legendary powerhouses to sit here this time, most of them only sent envoys to watch the ceremony.

Demi-god, the word "legend" represents the pinnacle of the entire Western Continent, and rarely goes out easily.

Fioren's heart tightened.

She herself is a senior title-level beast master, and she knows exactly what the arrival of the legend means.

If the member of the royal family is restrained by the head of the Borgia family, then the full power of the two legends can reduce the entire imperial capital to rubble in just a quarter of an hour.

Even if we think more deeply, if the two legends are secretly invited companions by the Borgia family, they are here to obliterate the royal family...

The bad feeling in Fioren's heart suddenly increased.

As a close confidant of the second princess, she knew that Isadella had reached the limit of the title level. If it were not for the pursuit of a perfect breakthrough and the potential after promotion, she could take that final step at any time.

However, Her Royal Highness is still young after all. Even if she makes a temporary breakthrough, it will be quite difficult to face the combined efforts of two veteran legends.

If one of the two members of the imperial royal family were to die accidentally, it would be an unbearable heavy blow to the empire.

Fioren moved his lips, and just as he was about to speak, he saw the pale golden handwriting reappearing in front of him.

"One is very far away, only peering through the astral realm. It should be some kind of undead species or undead race..."

"besides……"

"Augutina."

Seeing Sylvia's answer, Fiolen's hanging heart relaxed.

She knew that the Borgia family itself had a close relationship with the Theocracy, and that its only daughter had become a member of the gods, and might even have the chance to become a saint in the future.

Under such circumstances, even if the head of the Borgia family secretly contacts his helpers, he will never invite the undead, who are heretics in the eyes of the Theocracy.

The "Queen of the Night" Augustina and the Shadow Council she represents have always been a neutral force and have never taken sides.

Therefore, these two legends probably did not come for the royal family, but maybe just came to watch the show.

"Did the Queen of the Night take another incarnation and go to the Imperial Capital?"

"It seems that the Shadow Council also attaches great importance to this banquet. It is indeed the largest intelligence organization in the entire Western Continent."

Fioren wiped the sweat from his forehead and said.

The relationship between the Empire and the Shadow Council is relatively harmonious, and they have even cooperated.

So Fioren knew that the Queen of the Night's authority was related to the night and concealment. If she wanted to, she could let her shadow incarnation descend anywhere in the Western Continent where there was a Shadow Council stronghold.

But then, Fioren's expression, which had just taken a breath, froze with the golden words that reappeared.

"It's her true self."

……

"Your Majesty Silvia, I have to report these situations to Her Royal Highness."

Fioren's voice sounded urgently, and then quickly faded away.

But Sylvia still just stood silently in front of the huge wardrobe, looking at herself in the floor-to-ceiling silver mirror.

The clothes on her body are constantly changing, and the temperament and style of the person in the mirror also change with the clothes.

Sometimes she is a gentle and shy country girl, sometimes she is a heroic warrior, a majestic and noble female knight... and sometimes she becomes a majestic king.

Considering the strength of a legend, it is not easy to change his temperament and style.

But eventually, the reflection in the mirror slowly freezes.

Sylvia put on a dark knee-length skirt, and the folded skirt spread out like layers of lotus leaves.

She wore a small white round hat on her head and a pair of red high heels on her feet.

Sylvia's dress was the same as five hundred years ago on the sea of ​​flowers called Morning Star Hills.

Sylvia took out the amethyst hairpin and carefully inserted it between the sterling silver hair.

The thick and ancient book fell into her hands again.

Immediately afterwards, lines of beautiful pale golden text slowly appeared on it.

"Brother Xia Ya, you once told me - "If you live in high places for a long time, you will easily lose your true heart."

"So, I buried myself in a pure white tower, cutting and forgetting all the unnecessary useless memories."

"Because I'm afraid."

"I'm worried that as time goes by and I look down on all living beings from the perspective of a legend, I will become callous and indifferent to everything... and become like many legends, who only have immortality and only maturity in their eyes. God, the person I have hated the most."

"And I'm even more afraid that you will be disgusted and resist such a strange me..."

"If that's the case, then even if we meet again at the end of time, we will only be strangers."

Sylvia looked back at the dressing mirror.

The silver-haired girl in the mirror has a flawless pretty face and a sweet smile.

At this moment, time seemed to flow backwards.

She returned to the Grand Duke's mansion, back to the night when she received the letter from the servant and happily chose what to wear for tomorrow's appointment.

The moonlight that night was also so bright and clear.

Sylvia pressed her plain hands on her chest, feeling the throbbing in her heart like water waves. This was something she had not felt in hundreds of years.

"We will meet again tomorrow."

"I hope that when I meet you again, I can still be the first and best person you remember."

"Then, you can also tell me...the sincerity you never told me that day in the sea of ​​flowers in the Morning Star Hills."

"besides--"

Sylvia turned slightly sideways, and the expectation, longing, and fear of being close to home disappeared in her beautiful sterling silver eyes.

Instead, there was a bone-chilling chill.

At this moment, she was no longer a young girl, but transformed back into the silver witch overlooking all living beings.

"That's right, I want to see it too..."

"What kind of existence will the woman who wants to enter into a marriage contract with you be like?"

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)