Hate Me, Miss Witch!

The holy sword penetrated the flesh and blood body, and the sharp sword light came out from the body.

Almost in an instant, the golden ancient mystery spread along the wound, destroying all the internal organs and every muscle of the flesh and blood body.

Time moves slowly but cannot be reversed.

In the Valley of the End, under the dim sky covered by dust.

The desolate wind blowing through the canyon brought up blood flowers and splashed on Isadella's delicate and pretty face.

It was obviously hot blood, but in Isadella's perception it was so cold and biting.

The whirlpool mask was shattered, and the boy under the mask was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, but he was still smiling.

Looking at the handsome but soft-lined face of the black-haired boy under the damaged mask.

Isadella, the king of the fantasy zone, had her expression frozen for the first time in a thousand years.

Distant memories rose up uncontrollably from the depths of her soul, which had been eroded and worn away by long time. She looked more like a god than a human being.

That was a memory from I don’t know how long ago.

At that time, she was not the King of Knights Artoris, not the throne, and not the "Red Queen" who is now the supreme king of the fantasy zone.

At that time, she was only the second princess of the Foresta Empire.

Even though they have not yet entered the legend, they still need to work hard to suppress the rebellion of the sworn families and use many political tricks to unite Zonglianheng.

It was at that time that she met a young man with black hair and black eyes from the North.

And because he lacked manpower, he invited the other party to become the sword bearer of the empire.

The two of them had not been together and in contact for a long time, but what Chara Eggut did, especially those thoughts, words and deeds that transcended the times, left a deep impression on her.

And at this moment——

Countless details and countless thoughts filled Isadella's mind.

Let the soul circuit that has been stained with dust for a long time and can no longer be touched slowly tremble.

Dust fell, and a heart roared.

Before Cain died in battle, the ideal country called Utopia was broadcast throughout Esgania, and in his recovered memory, the scene he saw in the dream of the Succubus Queen Diris slowly coincide.

Why do they have similar dreams?

There are so few people whose thoughts transcend the times. For any king, it is lucky or even extremely lucky to get one. How could she be so virtuous to meet two at the same time?

Why do I often feel an inexplicable sense of tacit understanding from the Black Knight Cain?

That's of course because Cain and Char are the same person.

Why is it that Char, with his identity as the fourth ring, was able to establish a relationship with the two thrones of the long-disappeared Blue Silver Witch Sylvia and the Queen of the Night, so that they would not hesitate to kill an old legend like Guderian? Take shelter.

That is naturally because, in some way, Char has formed a fate with them in the past history.

Maybe it's because of the historical reverberations of the ancient Cangting country, or maybe it's because of something else.

But no matter what, since Xia Ya was able to get married with the Lord of the White Tower in the ancient Cangting Kingdom five hundred years ago.

Then he can naturally cross the millennium and come to Esgania at the end of the third era to meet him.

These are all details that she subconsciously ignored due to Zhu Yue's distortion and Isadella's own paranoia.

But at this moment, as Zhu Yue's influence collapsed, the forgotten humanity once again occupied her mind.

All the details, all the ideas, point to the only answer.

Cain is Chara Eggut.

And in this way, he lost the black knight who helped him without complaint, and the love he wanted to win back even at the cost of establishing a fantasy belt——

Killed with my own hands using the Holy Sword.

She loosened the holy sword in her hand in a daze, and the dim sky and the desolate Valley of the End became illusory, like a dream, not like reality.

Then, Isadella watched the boy slowly fall down and fall into her arms.

His aura gradually dimmed, like a light going out.

The mask shattered, Xia Ya raised his head, the corners of his mouth were bright red, but his eyes were still bright, like bright falling stars in the night sky.

"king."

"No, Your Royal Highness."

Xia Ya's face was pale, without a trace of blood, but he was still smiling, and his smile was bright.

"It seems that this time, I won the bet."

…

The world seems to disappear, everything is incredibly slow.

The world was silent, except for the crisp sound of the blade breaking, echoing between heaven and earth.

Around Char, the blue magic flame suddenly shrank, but was replaced by a layer of faint dark fluorescence.

Severe pain spread along the wounds of the holy sword, destroying Xia Ya's internal organs, and even every tendon and blood vessel.

He could feel that his vitality was being stripped away from his physical body, and even his mental perception and five senses were gradually becoming cold and moving away from him.

Without the protection of the Black Knight mecha, Char's body is just the most ordinary sixth-level body, and it is not a melee-type body enhancement specialization.

How could he not pay a heavy price when he took an angry blow from a throne without any defense or resistance?

However, that faint ray of fluorescence lingered around Char.

The last trace of life force remained in Char's body, so that he did not die directly, but retained the last trace of his ability to move.

[The one-time item "Dagger of the Night Watch" has been broken, and you enter the "Battle Continue" state that lasts for thirty seconds]

【Dagger of the Night Watch】

[Prop Category: Disposable Extraordinary Props]

[Prop description: When receiving fatal damage, the wearer will enter a short-term unyielding state and refuse to die within thirty seconds. The prop will disappear after being triggered]

[Note: Mute the world and listen to the sound of the dagger breaking. 】

[He produced something, the night watchman's dagger! 】

This is not a trump card that can reverse the situation of the battle, but can only be said to be a means of survival.

Even if it is triggered, it does not have the ability to heal or restore trauma, but only refuses to die within thirty seconds, leaving the last trace of bloody skin.

Once half a minute passes, everything will return to normal, and he is still in the state of being seriously injured and dying.

Given the huge strength gap between Xia Ya and Isadella, even if there is an extra thirty seconds of continuation time, the outcome of the battle will not change in any way.

However, what Char wanted to do was never to defeat or kill Isadella.

At the cost of giving up resistance and taking the initiative to die.

Char used his own blood to awaken Isadella from her paranoid, indifferent deity's attitude.

This is the most dangerous part of Yui's plan after countless calculations.

No one knows to what extent the soul circuit of this king of the fantasy belt has been corroded by time and the scarlet moon after thousands of years, and whether there is still a trace of humanity left and the possibility of being awakened.

Even Xia Ya can't be sure.

But luckily, Char's gamble won.

Xia Ya felt her body being hugged gently.

What caught his eye was not the indifferent and heartless eyes of the gods that belonged to the King of the Fantasy Zone.

Instead, there was a pair of beautiful red eyes that belonged to the second princess Isadella after a thousand years of absence.

There are crystal drops of water in it.

"Obviously, the me before is no longer the Second Princess or the King of Knights that you know, but just another existence that bears the name of Isadella."

A cool voice sounded.

Isadella stared at the young man in black clothes stained with blood in her arms.

It no longer carries the indifference of looking down at all living beings from the clouds, but is replaced by an unconcealable wavering.

"Is it really worth it for you to do this and pay such a price for me?"

However, the questioning ended abruptly before he could finish speaking.

"On that winter night during the Lantern Festival, I made a vow in my heart."

"On the next Lantern Festival, which symbolizes reunion, we will gather together again in the mansion in Widowmaker District. No one can be missing."

Xia Ya's words became a little gloomy due to the blood loss, but the young man's dark eyes were still bright, like morning stars.

It was no different from the first encounter between the two on the day of the King's Selection.

"Even if your highness becomes someone I don't recognize—"

"But as long as I remember your past appearance from beginning to end, that's enough."

The boy's answer shocked Isadella's mind, leaving her stunned for a long time.

After a long time, the princess showed a bitter smile and shook her head.

"I'm sorry...but I'm afraid I can't go back."

Her eyes fell on the holy sword in her hand.

"The establishment of the Utopia Zone is originally for the laws of this world and an existence that is not tolerated by the long history of history."

"I have fallen too deep here, and the time that has been hindered and tampered with has become irreversible."

"Even with the protection of the Holy Sword... I can't hold on for long."

"Maybe in five years, maybe in ten years, this utopian zone will be corrected by the corrective force of history."

"And when history is corrected to the right track again, I, as the king of the Utopia Zone, will be crushed by the correction force without any resistance, and all traces of my existence will be erased."

"This is the irreparable sin I bear."

"From the beginning to the end, there was no possibility of me turning back."

Isadella's words were a little gloomy, but she didn't have much regret.

The moment she killed Merlin and established her dream zone, she never thought about going back.

And before he was obliterated by the correction force and forgotten by the whole world, she was satisfied enough to be able to see the boy she had longed for again.

"I can't go back."

"And beside you, there is the little girl from the Winter Flower Ingulit family, and the witch of the White Tower...and there are many people and things worthy of your nostalgia."

Isadella's voice softened.

The moment Xia Ya revealed her identity, she knew it very clearly.

Regardless of whether she is the second princess of the empire or the king of knights, her relationship with Char is nothing more than a pure, trustworthy relationship between partners and superiors and subordinates.

And not lovers.

No matter how strong and deep her twisted attachment to Cain was, it was just her own wishful thinking.

From beginning to end, Xia Ya did not belong to her alone.

He is also the little girl who contracted the Holy Spear, and is the entire life of the Silver Witch.

Since I have never expressed my feelings directly, I am not qualified to occupy the other party willfully.

"For me, you can travel across time to see me for the last time..."

"That's enough."

Isadella forcibly suppressed the huge sadness that was surging in her heart and making her heart ache.

Then, he showed a forced smile.

"Let me use the Holy Sword to protect you and return to normal history..."

"For you, in that correct world, there are people and things that are more important than me."

She raised the holy sword, and the golden light shone brightly.

He will use that ancient mystery to carry Char back to the correct history.

However, the next moment.

But she raised her head in shock.

"Your Highness."

"Sometimes if you can't hold on, there's no need to force yourself."

In Xia Ya's hand, two illusory lights slowly emerged.

It was a glove, and the shadow of a dice.

The effect of the item "Dagger of the Night Watch" that refuses death is coming to an end, with about five seconds left.

But, five seconds——

For what Xia Ya wants to do, it is enough.

There was obviously no trace of blood on his face, but Xia Ya's dark eyes were shining with light.

The next moment.

The shadow of the glove slowly dissipated.

And the dice was spinning slightly.

Finally, it settled on the six o'clock side.

[Thief's gloves (disposable)]

[Rarity: Purple]

[Category: Extraordinary Items]

[Price: fifteen pieces]

[Description: Activate on the designated target after wearing it, randomly stealing two things from the target, and the prop disappears after use]

[Note: Secretly? secretly! 】

…

[Dice of Destiny (Unreal)]

[Rarity: Purple]

[Category: Extraordinary Items]

[Price: thirty pieces]

[Description: After throwing the dice, the lucky value is determined based on the number on the front of the dice. The prop disappears after use]

[Remarks: Orian Fee, ALL IN! 】

…

Thief's Gloves and the Dice of Destiny were products that Char had seen on the mall's panel when he first opened the Sands of Time Mall.

At the first glance, Xia Ya noticed the combination of the two.

The thief's gloves simply steal two things from the target at random. In fact, it doesn't make much sense. After all, the concept of "things" is too broad. Everything from a wallet to a button can become the object of stealing. Stealing the target The success rate of props is not high.

If you accidentally steal something like a fat card, you may be arrested on the spot as a pervert.

However, if it is blessed by the dice of fate, everything will be different.

Just pay enough to roll a full six luck score.

Then according to the principle of wish-fulfillment, the objects stolen by the thief's gloves can be locked from random things to established options.

The reason why the Thief's Gloves are as rare as purple is that they are on par with rules-based props such as the Dice of Destiny.

Precisely because what it can steal is not just physical items.

Instead, it includes many illusory, non-existent concepts.

For example, the identity of the King of Fantasy Bands.

Another example--

The cause and effect of tampering with history, triggering the backlash of corrective forces, and the sin itself.

Of course, once this ability to directly steal the source is activated, if it is an already hostile enemy, it will inevitably cause resistance and the effect of theft will be weakened or even invalidated.

Otherwise, Xia Ya can now find any ancient god and directly steal their strength.

Only when the other party completely trusts you and is undefended can the thief's glove's success rate of stealing reach its maximum value.

This is why Chara wants to awaken Isadella's human side at all costs.

…

boom--

A huge mystery emerged around Xia Ya.

In a very short period of time, it even surpassed the mystery contained in the holy sword.

Isadella suddenly opened her beautiful red eyes and looked at the weak figure in her arms in disbelief.

The long river of time condensed into substance is emerging from Char's body, rushing and roaring, and even the young man's figure has become illusory and transparent.

Xiaya was clearly in her arms, but Isadella clearly felt that the body in her arms had disappeared, and there was no longer any tangible touch.

The two of them were obviously close at hand, but they seemed to be separated by two completely different timelines, making them inaccessible.

The canyon is trembling, and the heaven and earth are roaring.

Not only the terrain of the Valley of the End, but the entire world is collapsing.

There was a clear sword cry from the holy sword in Isadella's hand.

The historical correction force that had been hanging down like a mountain from beginning to end and could barely resist relying on the protection of the holy sword suddenly dissipated at this moment and no longer oppressed Isadella.

boom--

Within the fantasy zone, the real material world collapsed.

The long river of time overflows through the pores created by the fantasy zone, making everything around it radiant.

Countless pictures from the past, from the future, and not from the same time node all intersect in this collapsing time, and then collide and dissolve.

"Life is an end."

The boy's voice rang in Isadella's ears, but it seemed like a whole world away.

"Life is a journey of accumulated pain."

"But, Your Highness."

"The Legend of the King of Knights, I guess."

“It is never a story of death and severance.”

Xia Ya's face remained pale, but around him, the frozen illusory time river became thicker and thicker.

The corrective power of correct history roared and changed direction.

It was no longer heading towards Isadella like in the past, but was rushing towards Char's direction.

So, in an instant.

Isadella understood everything.

Xia Ya didn’t know what method he used.

Not only did he convey his authority and identity as the king of the fantasy belt...

Along with this, the sin of establishing a fantasy belt and tampering with history was also stolen.

Then, he carried it all on his own.

boom--

The material world completely collapsed, and the original appearance of Esgania could no longer be seen.

Instead, it was the roaring river of time.

It is not an illusory projection on the main material plane, but the real river of time.

With unstoppable and irreversible power, Isadella will be washed away and returned to the correct history.

The brilliance of the holy sword shines, but the light at this moment seems a bit dim.

Before that, the Holy Sword had consumed too much power, and now that she had lost the authority and blessing of the King of the Dream Zone, the remaining power was no longer enough to support her in staying in this time and space that did not belong to her.

But even so, she still forcibly activated the last remaining power of the holy sword.

Isadella reluctantly stopped in the collapsing time, looking at the upstream of the long river of time, the only figure in the illusory world that was being crazily squeezed by the correction force.

She clearly bears all the karma of Isadella's distortion of history and becomes the target of the correction power.

But in the constantly collapsing and falling fantasy zone, Xia Ya's face remained calm.

The shadow of the palace between the thrones appeared behind him, and countless broken black metals slowly gathered behind the young man's thin figure.

Finally, it turned into a black iron throne.

Just like at this moment, he carries the same identity as the king of the fantasy zone.

The young man sat on the black iron throne like this, looking at Isadella across the roaring river of time.

"Why……"

"Why do you have to do this for me?"

From the mouth of the silver-haired princess, a cry of grief that even she herself could not identify came out.

It was obvious that he had never even expressed his feelings.

Obviously they are not even lovers.

But what the other party has done for her has gone far beyond the scope of an ordinary lover.

Carrying the sinful karma that will be crushed into powder by the correction force and forgotten by the whole world.

"why……"

Xia Ya was sitting on the black iron throne, also thinking about this issue.

It was obvious that he had lost his conceptual immortality and the capital to wander around at will.

But even so, he still chose such a dangerous path.

This is not in line with Chara Eggut's usual style of behavior, but more like what Cain would do.

But Cain is obviously just a false vest. With the disappearance of his immortal body, he should have ceased to exist in the world.

"Because of guilt."

"Also, be greedy."

Xia Ya looked at the shaky and graceful figure below and spoke softly.

"In the past, I only had a game life mentality towards everything in the remnants of history."

"In order to achieve the mission reward, in order to gain the so-called goodwill of the character, I put on layer after layer of great and upright persona for myself. When the goal is achieved, I can pat my butt and walk away from the remnants of history."

"But, for you, Your Highness, and for Sylvia, those unforgettable feelings are real."

"Because of the scumbag's words, the girl has been waiting for me for five hundred or one thousand years in a lightless tower and on an unmanned throne. She has even been burdened with sins that are not allowed by history. Industry."

"Although your highness, you and Sylvia don't care...but I do."

"I feel...only if I have experienced the same thing, can I be qualified to accept this relationship."

Char's voice slowed down slightly.

"I do have a good impression of you, Your Highness. Maybe it comes from those years of fighting side by side, or maybe earlier. Even I didn't realize it."

"And I'm a very greedy and stingy kind of guy."

"So, I cannot accept that Your Highness, you are in love with Cain and not me."

Xia Ya sat on the throne with deep eyes.

"My real name is Char Egut, and Cain is just a non-existent Great Light Vest created by me."

"In my opinion, there is no difference between this and the tauren."

"I hope that the person you fall in love with, Your Highness, is me, the unique Char Egut in the world, and not some other identity such as Char Ingulit, Cain, or the Templar Knight."

There was a slight pause in his words.

On the Black Iron Throne in the fantasy zone, that lonely figure fell into Isadella's eyes.

It is the same as the thin figure that faced all living beings in the Valley of the End and blocked all the armies.

"Your Highness."

The young man with black hair and black eyes turned slightly sideways, with a faint smile on his lips.

The flowing afterglow of time fell on his profile, with clear and deep outlines.

"I am now——"

"Can I be the only male protagonist in your story?"

The roaring river of time dissipated the last remaining power of the holy sword, and also took away Char's unfinished words.

In this way, Isadella was swept away by the flowing time, and washed away towards the downstream of the long river of history.

Watching the lonely figure on the throne gradually move away, and finally disappeared.