Hate Me, Miss Witch!

"The Lord's half? Key?"

"Lord Norton, I don't understand what you mean."

Char asked the question at the right time, showing the proper attitude of a person who knows nothing.

"Ah."

"Most of the ignorant civilians in the entire principality only think that my niece is the culprit that caused the natural disaster sixteen years ago and is the embodiment of disaster."

"But how could they know that if it weren't for her, how could these people live a stable life now?"

As expected, Elder Norton also revealed some news.

Although, the information he revealed was still a riddle.

"The water here is very deep. You don't need to know too much. You just need to do what I say."

"There is going to be a big change in the Cangting Principality. When it's time for you to know, you will naturally know everything."

So can the Riddler die quickly?

Xia Ya cursed, but she didn't show any signs of it on the surface. Instead, she responded respectfully and left.

Naturally, there is no need to rush into gathering information.

Anyway, in Norton's eyes, he, an orphan without a father or a mother, was still considered a pure one of his own because he was given a back-up plan.

When the plan unfolds later, sooner or later he will know the secrets.

Xia Ya walked and watched.

It wasn't until he left the Grand Duke's residence and came to the bustling streets of the royal capital that he silently summoned Yin and Shining.

"Sylvia Brunstadt."

It’s time to meet the target of my mission, the future Blue Silver Witch.

"Get out, you are not welcome here."

"The Grand Duke has lived a wise life, but the name of the Brunstadt family has been completely tarnished by you."

"If it weren't for you, my brother and father would never have died! Countless people in the Cangting Principality would never have been displaced!"

"Your mother died because of you! A daughter of disaster like you should never have appeared in this world in the first place!"

Sylvia was walking on a steep mountain wall, with cliffs more than ten meters high beside her, and the roar of the waves rushing to her ears.

The cold wind blew on her cheeks, biting her bones.

Even though she tried her best to force herself not to think about it anymore, those harsh words still lingered in her ears every time she dreamed back at midnight.

If that's all it is, then that's it.

If you are just scolded and scolded, then at least it means that your existence still has meaning.

At least, there are still people willing to spend time on themselves.

Even if this feeling is just pure hatred and boredom.

But what is even more unacceptable is being ignored.

The atmosphere of the originally bustling and lively family banquet would change drastically as soon as he arrived, becoming strange and alienated, leaving only countless strange eyes looking at him.

The peers who were originally laughing and playing in the garden would put away their original smiles and leave in silence as soon as they discovered his arrival.

Even though she had made friends by concealing her identity, as soon as she was discovered by the other party's elders, all that was left to greet her was a cold letter severing communication.

After all, she was the only daughter of the Grand Duke, and not everyone dared to ignore this status and speak rudely to her.

On the contrary, at least most of the people in the Duke's residence were polite and courteous when facing her.

However, beneath that respectful surface——

That calm coldness and alienation was the most hurtful.

"Why is this happening?"

"Could it be that I am really what they say?"

"That person who shouldn't exist in the world, the incarnation of disaster?"

In countless starless sleepless nights, Sylvia once asked herself this.

Maybe it's because of that thing that lives deep in my heart.

It was the twisted black shadow that had existed deep in Sylvia's heart since she could remember, nailed to the huge bronze cross.

On weekdays, it seemed to be uneventful, except for occasional gibbering that Sylvia couldn't understand.

but--

Whenever Sylvia fell into huge mood swings, or her willpower wavered.

The twisted darkness would quietly erode a little bit and engulf her consciousness.

Then, when Sylvia's consciousness revived again.

What greeted her was the bright red liquid filled with the smell of rust.

There are also the more indifferent eyes of the elders in the clan, with complex expressions of hatred and fear.

That look was so heartbreaking that from the first time onwards, Sylvia was accompanied by nightmares and panic every night.

She was afraid that when she woke up, what would appear in her field of vision would be cold corpses lying on the ground.

"But, I don't want this either."

The girl's murmur disappeared in the evening wind and was not heard.

It was already evening, and the huge sun disk touched the sea.

Tens of millions of tons of seawater surged under the cliff, and the waves broke into white spray under the black rocks.

Sylvia stared blankly at the dark tide and fell into speechless silence.

After a long time, it seemed that he had finally made up his mind.

Sylvia gently bit her lips that were a little purple due to the cold wind, took a step forward, and leaned half of her body out of the cliff.

In just one step, she would fall into the icy Grant Sea.

Grant Sea is several miles away from the capital of Cangting King and is inaccessible.

Not to mention that at sunset, most of the residents of the royal capital have already returned home, enjoying dinner with their families around the warmth of the stove and magic lamp.

Once he falls into the water at this moment, let alone being rescued ashore, even being discovered is probably just a luxury.

However, this is exactly Sylvia's purpose.

She has death intentions.

Ever since I can remember, I have been walking on thin ice, not daring to relax even for a moment.

But even so, under the murmurs of the vague figure on the bronze cross, Sylvia almost lost herself several times, implicating many innocent people.

The most serious loss of control caused half of the street to be razed to the ground.

She was tired of such a dark and lightless life.

I am even more tired of myself who hurts innocent people from time to time.

So, on such a winter evening, she sneaked out of the Grand Duke's mansion and came here.

Maybe what those people said was not wrong.

A woman of disaster like herself should not have appeared in this world from the beginning.

The cold wind in the evening was bone-chilling, making Sylvia's hands and feet numb, and even her consciousness became a little dazed.

"Lord God."

Sylvia's chapped lips opened slightly, making silent self-mockery.

When she was young, Sylvia also prayed to the gods secretly.

She had also imagined that someone would be bathed in light like in the bard's story, and rescue her from this dark quagmire where no light could be seen.

But she knew in her heart that it was just a fantasy.

Maybe there are so-called gods in this world.

The supreme Holy See in the Holy Theocracy in the west of the mainland even claims to be the agent of God's will in the mortal world.

But if the thing that resides deep in his heart is discovered by the other party, then he will only become the target of the Holy See's crusade, and it will be no surprise that the heresy will be eliminated.

She waited for no one.

No one will come.

Sylvia closed her eyes and her delicate body trembled slightly.

Moments before she fell off the cliff, Sylvia heard a voice ringing in her ears.

"What a coincidence, are you here to jump into the sea too?"

There was no awe, wariness, or hatred that Sylvia was accustomed to in her words.

But just with a hint of curiosity.

She turned her head towards the source of the sound and saw a slender figure appearing not far from her.

The pale golden rays of the sunset fell on the other person's profile, with clear and deep outlines.