Hate Me, Miss Witch!

Holy Calendar Year 903, Summer Flower Month, 13th.

The border of the Foresta Empire, the northern ice fields, and the foothills of the Three Saints Snow Mountains.

This snowfield once belonged to Ceylon.

But at this moment, above the desolate ruins of the town, there are only a few wild beasts walking through, becoming the only life in the dilapidated ruins.

boom--

A roaring storm suddenly descended, bringing up snowflakes flying all over the ice field.

It was a huge crowned griffin, its dark wings covering the sky. The awe-inspiring majesty emanating from the griffin's body made the surrounding beasts crawl to the ground.

A considerable number of beasts that are qualified to establish a foothold in the polar regions are extraordinary creatures, and among them, there are many beast kings of the fifth and sixth levels.

However, in front of that majestic crowned griffon, even the emperor-level beast king seemed no different from an ant at this moment.

This is a seventh-level legendary crowned griffon, which is equivalent to a legendary beast master among humans, and its rarity is even higher.

After all, the beasts contracted by most legendary beast masters are only at the peak of the emperor level. They rely on the increase and strength of the seven soul contracts to be able to compete with the legendary beasts.

The next moment, a graceful figure jumped down from the back of the huge griffin.

"You can go look for food nearby. Quite a few of the beasts here have participated in the beast tide that besieged Ceylon."

"Although the wanted criminal is dead, the destruction of Ceylon is inseparable from those beast kings, so there is no need to show mercy."

Isadella patted the head of the huge crowned griffon and spoke softly.

The moment he heard Isadella's instructions, this legendary beast, which was enough to be enshrined as a totem in the Lost Realm, nodded obediently like a kitten, flapped its wings and took off again.

As Isadella's contracted beast, this crowned griffon has personally experienced the thousand-year fantasy time, and it is said that it was only through this long time that it was promoted.

Therefore, it naturally knows exactly why its master came to Ceylon, which has been reduced to ruins...

All in memory of that man.

The man who made his master want to find him back even if he was against the general trend of history and the entire world.

So at this time, it's better to be wise and stay away.

The crowned griffon flapped its wings and flew away quickly.

And Isadella stood on the ruins of Ceylon, calmly overlooking everything in front of her with her beautiful red eyes.

Pure silver hair fluttered in the cold wind in the north, and the black and red military uniform cloak with a black vulture pattern outlined with golden threads also fluttered with the cold wind, but the second princess of the empire did not show any signs of it. Unmoved.

"Is this the city where you were born and raised?"

The princess's soft murmur disappeared in the wind, and no one heard it.

And she walked gently in this deserted ruins.

From the Earl of Winter's Lord's Mansion, which was completely burned by fire in the center of the ruins, leaving only the incomplete metal frame, to the deserted houses and shops on the outskirts of the town.

Finally, Isadella left Ceylon.

A few miles outside of Ceylon, he stopped deep in a cedar forest.

It was a wooden hut located deep in a dense forest. It looked very simple and unpretentious.

Because it is not within the urban area of ​​Ceylon, this hut in the forest was not destroyed by the fire that burned the city and the subsequent beast tide that massacred the city, and it still retains its intact appearance.

"This is Char's former home in Ceylon?"

Isadella stopped outside the wooden house and spoke softly while looking at the simple cabin.

"Well, this is it."

He also dispersed the black-scaled dragon that was his mount. The Southern Supervisor Fioren, who was silently guarding him along the way, answered respectfully.

"Although because Ceylon has long been destroyed, some information has been difficult to verify."

"However, after using the time-based pet beasts and holy relics for investigation, it is still possible to restore part of Ceylon's past."

"Char Egut, he was adopted by an old ice hunter from Ceylon when he was very young."

As he spoke, Fioren pointed to the wooden house in front of him.

"And this wooden house is the old hunter's hunting cabin."

"After the death of the old hunter, this hunter's hut became the home where Char lived until the fall of Ceylon and spent his entire childhood."

After answering respectfully, Fioren glanced at the princess in front of him with some doubts.

Ever since the Germination Moon, Her Highness the Second Princess seemed to have changed in her eyes.

From the Bud Moon to the current Summer Flower Moon, it has been three full months. When Isadella has a little free time, she will look for the footprints of that young man.

From the now empty mansion in the Widowmaker District of the imperial capital, to the intellectual city of Lukia where he had stayed for several years to study in the Black Tower, to Ceylon which had been reduced to ruins.

However, the young man who shone brightly at the recent dinner and became the focus of the entire Western Continent disappeared without warning, together with the girl who had been confirmed to be the only daughter of Earl Winter.

The last trace they left was the hotel in the arcane city of Lugia.

There, Isadella had a secret conversation with the master of the White Tower who also killed Count Guderian at the dinner party - the Blue Silver Witch.

No one knew the content of the secret conversation, but after that, Her Royal Highness the Second Princess chose to temporarily put aside the mountains of military and political affairs and embarked on a journey to trace Char's past footsteps.

At such a critical moment when the entire empire was in turmoil and the imperial power was changing, Isadella, as the first candidate for the throne, made such a willful decision. Naturally, it caused many powerful officials in the empire, and even elders within the royal family, to make such a willful decision. dissatisfaction.

However, above Parliament.

However, Isadella rejected all the doubts with just an understatement.

"Char Egut."

"He is the future prince of the empire."

"That's right, my beloved and my spouse."

"After I ascend the throne, my husband will be him, and it can only be him."

Such a grand announcement to the future spouse.

It is conceivable what kind of uproar it will cause in the entire Western Continent.

It can even be said that this is a declaration that directly determines the destiny of the empire in the next few decades.

And as a former member of the White Tower, who also followed the imperial daughter and the attendant of the Blue Silver Witch, Fioren knew more, which made him even more confused.

If she guessed correctly...

The master of the White Tower from his mother's family clearly also has a good impression of Char Egut, and he is also the kind of person who pursues him.

And Her Royal Highness's grand declaration was clearly a declaration of war between love rivals to the Blue Silver Witch.

It was clear that the Empire and the White Tower had finally gotten along and formed an alliance. The White Tower even opened a branch tower in the Imperial Capital.

And by doing this, His Highness is clearly pushing the two forces that are in the honeymoon period into a pit of fire.

If the White Tower really breaks up with the Empire, with his current employer on one side and his natal family on the other, just thinking about Fioren will make him feel like his head is as big as an ox.

"besides……"

"Char Egut."

Fioren recited the name silently in her mind again, a name she had repeated countless times in the past six months.

Forget about His Majesty the Tower Master... How did Her Royal Highness get into trouble with him?

Obviously more than three months ago, Fioren could see clearly that the relationship between Her Highness Isadella and Char was just a trustworthy sword holder and a relatively familiar friend.

It's far from the point where they have a good impression of each other and have ambiguous feelings.

How come in the blink of an eye, the emotional seeds that showed no signs of germination have been sublimated into love, even to the point of directly appointing the future prince's husband?

To be able to make an empire's princess, a legendary powerhouse, and the future queen make such a decisive declaration.

How unforgettable is the love between them?

…

On the other side, Isadella didn't pay attention to Fiolen's little gossip.

After the fantasy zone has been corrected by correct history, even the legend can only detect some unnatural things in the long river of time.

Only the throne and the demigods can retain the complete memory of the lost timeline.

Of course, Isadella knew that what she did would be questioned and misunderstood by the ministers and even the family elders, but she didn't care.

If not, then she would not have betrayed the entire round table and established a fantasy zone.

Moreover, with her current status, she already has the qualifications to ignore all criticism from others and do what she wants to do.

Isadella gently reached out and pushed the wooden door in front of her.

The wooden door of the hunter's cabin creaked open.

Isadella did not ask Fioren to follow, but walked into it alone and looked at everything in the room.

The space is neither big nor small.

There was a single bed and a wooden table. On the table was a cheap hourglass and a solidified candle. All the furniture was covered with a thick layer of dust.

There is a wooden bookshelf against the wall. Looking at it, they are all enlightenment books related to basic arcana, magic technology, and beast control knowledge.

These books would seem very common in a city of knowledge, but they are quite rare in a small border town like Ceylon. Apart from the private collections of lords and nobles, they can only be obtained from certain traveling merchants.

Obviously, it was not easy for Char to collect these enlightenment books.

Isadella looked at the books on the bookshelf carefully. Every book was very old and even a little bit damaged.

Every blank page of the book is densely filled with notes written in tall and straight fonts.

In books related to magic technology, Isadella saw several simple drafts and conceptual drawings of structures.

Although it was very sloppy, Isadella could still distinguish from the sketch the kind of pitch-black mecha that Char used in the final battle of Esgania, and the kind of alchemy that exploded like a star. The prototype of the bomb.

Directly opposite the wooden table is a window. Through the window, you can see the snow-capped forest and the towering Three Saints Snow Mountains that are looming outside the forest shade.

Isadella imagined Char as a child.

A young boy wearing heavy animal skin clothes came back excitedly to cook fish soup with the old hunter with the fish he caught on the ice.

She imagined Chara living alone in Ceylon after the old hunter died.

A half-year-old child, carrying a short bow on his back, followed by a petite snow marten, took the harvest from today's hunting and exchanged the prey for a few simple and worn-out enlightenment books, paper and pen at the traveling merchant.

She imagined Char as a teenager.

The young man with black hair and black eyes looked at the dim candlelight on the table, holding the quill that had already been sharpened, and drawing the mechanical creation in his imagination on the book, and the galaxy was brilliant.

Warm spring, summer days, autumn days, winter nights...

One year, two years...

In this way, he grew up slowly in this simple hunter's cabin, and then appeared in front of him.

Isadella stretched out her plain white fingers and lit the candle, and the dancing candle flame was reflected in her beautiful red eyes.

"What a blessing."

she murmured.

Fortunately, that day, I extended an invitation to him to become a sword bearer.

Fortunately, on the day when he pulled out the sword in the stone, he was able to meet him again in another identity.

Fortunately, the long wait that spanned thousands of years in the fantasy zone did not become a dream, but ushered in a real miracle.

…

Isadella stayed in this simple hunter's cabin for a long time, until the sun set and the cold moonlight fell on the snowy field again.

In the Mingming Imperial Capital, there are many gorgeous buildings that are hundreds and thousands of times more luxurious than this hut, but she has never been so attached to it and stayed there for a long time.

Buzz——

The hum of the magic sound transmission terminal came from outside the house.

Isadella extinguished the candle on the wooden table, moved her mental power slightly, and gently swept away all the dust in the room.

After finishing all this, the silver-haired princess walked out, closed the wooden door, and walked out of the hunter's cabin.

She raised her eyes slightly and looked at Fioren who had just received the magic sound transmission outside the wooden house.

The gentleness that Isadella had previously shown in the wooden house also dissipated, and was replaced by a solemn and solemn expression.

"What's wrong?"

"There is a secret coming from the southern border with the Lost Realm."

Fioren spoke respectfully.

"Over there in the Lost Realm, the frequency of animal movements has increased significantly recently, and large-scale cult groups also seem to be mobilizing believers."

"In addition, according to the secret report from the re-established sword-bearing organization in the imperial capital."

"It seems that the other sworn families and nobles who disappeared due to the defeat of the Borgia family and the death of Guderian obediently gave up their resistance and allowed us to take back their power—"

"Recently, their connection with the Lost Realm, especially the cult group, has become closer. They should be secretly planning something."

A trace of hesitation flashed in Fioren's eyes, and he hesitated for a moment before speaking again.

"In my capacity, it may seem a bit presumptuous to criticize the current emperor of the empire like this."

"But everyone in the empire knows that your father, His Majesty, is in poor health and the succession ceremony is imminent."

"I think that the restlessness is probably because they want to have something to do with the ceremony of the replacement of imperial power in the empire."

Fiolen looked at Isadella: "Your Highness, I think that when the White Tower forms an alliance with the Empire...the Oath families and the great nobles are not fools."

"The reason why they dare to be dissatisfied even though the Borgia family has been killed as a warning to others must be because they have gained new confidence."

"And this kind of confidence cannot be brought to them by any single cult group or lost kingdom. After all, just at the dinner party a few months ago, His Majesty Silvia Tower personally demonstrated the power of the throne."

"The only source that can drive them to be so eager that they can no longer even fear the throne... I think there is only one source."

"That's..."

"The abyss itself, huh?"

Isadella's solemn voice sounded in the desolate cedar forest.

Fioren has never set foot in the legend, so he is naturally unaware of everything that happened in that long history.

But Isadella knew very well that those true gods who originated from the abyss would never know anything about that changed history.

A king of the fantasy belt can return intact... This is an incredible event even in the eyes of a true god.

Especially since he still possessed the Holy Sword and had killed a large number of abyssal monster coalition forces thousands of years ago.

Even the ancient god of the abyss, the Crimson Moon, also fell into the fantasy zone.

So at this moment, both himself and Chara must have entered the sight of the abyss.

Especially Char, not only did he complete the feat of killing Zhu Yue, but he also erased the concept and the Star Cup together, something he couldn't even do while waiting for resurrection in the star realm.

For the abyss, it is an unforgettable hatred. All true gods born from the abyss will undoubtedly want to get rid of this freak who can completely kill the gods.

This hatred is undying and will not fade away with the passage of thousands of years, because no true god of the abyss wants to see Char continue to become stronger, and then come to "completely kill" himself.

"Because there is no trace of him, do you want to take action against me who is still on the surface first?"

"I feel that as the king of the Utopia Belt who has shouldered the karma of sin, even if I return, my strength will inevitably be greatly reduced due to my correction power. It seems that I still retain the status of the throne, but in fact I am just a showman who is strong on the outside but weak on the inside..."

"And because the Holy Sword is being crushed by the correction force as the foundation of the Utopia Zone, it is difficult to regain the power of its strongest period?"

A bit of coldness flashed across Isadella's beautiful red eyes.

She stretched out her hand slightly, and illusory golden light spots gathered in the void.

Then, it condensed into a golden sword.

If it were a normal situation, it might really be what Abyss thought.

However, because of the efforts of a certain young man, all their plans were destined to come to nothing.

Isadella looked towards the distant Snow Mountains of the Three Saints.

But the sight seemed to pass through the mountains and clouds, reaching another illusory world.

Although the entire Western Continent felt that Xia Ya, who had been missing for three months, would never be found again.

Maybe he was lost in the dimensional rift, maybe he was secretly murdered by a cult group, and he was most likely dead.

However, Isadella always believed that the boy with black hair and black eyes was in a corner of the multiverse, quietly waiting for the opportunity to reunite with her.

This trust seemed vague and unreasonable, but Isadella still believed in it.

This time, she will not do stupid things like creating the Temple of Valor, trying to revive the dead, or even establishing a fantasy zone for this purpose.

Before parting, the young man made a promise with her to complete the continuation of the dream of kings and knights in the real world, and to become the male protagonist in her story.

Therefore, she will believe him unconditionally.

Because the boy is such a guy who values ​​his promises, even if she is trapped in the fantasy zone of a thousand years ago, the other person will take the time to save her from the abyss of despair.

And this time, he will never break the promise.

"In that case."

"Then let me get rid of all the guys who are plotting against you before you come back."

"Then, use the blood of the ancient god of the abyss to welcome your return."

The silver-haired princess's muttering to herself was lost in the howling cold wind in the north, and no one could hear her.

"And, declare to the entire Western Continent——"

"You are my husband and the lover of the Queen of the Empire."

…

What comes into view is a vast expanse of pitch black, with some illusory stars looming at the end of the extremely dark world, reflecting the bright stars.

It's like an illusory sea of ​​stars.

This is the so-called star realm, also known as the "outside of the world."

It is the most secretive and vast place in the entire multiverse, where thousands of mysteries gather.

Whether it is a legend, a throne, or a demigod or a true god, once it enters the depths of the star realm, it is like a pebble falling into the ocean. Unless there is a star mark to locate it, it will be extremely difficult to track.

I don’t know how many ancient beings who are thought to have fallen, disappeared, or died by the world are hiding in the depths of the star realm.

Suddenly, the thousands of dim stars twinkled at the same moment.

Starlight shattered.

First came the high heels made of crystal.

Then there is the jet black Gothic dress, and the crown made of dark red rare metal, lingering around the snow-white neck.

The golden elf with only one eye open stood in the sea of ​​​​stars, calmly sweeping over the eternal ripples of the star world.

The next moment, the left eye of the golden elf wizard that had been closed quietly opened, and the blue fireworks slowly danced in the beautiful red-gold eyes.

The imprint of time flows in the star realm, and an illusory river of time is silently reflected into the left eye of the golden elf girl.

Feel the flow of illusory time in your eyes.

After a long time, the golden elf girl just sighed.

"What do you mean by wanting to become "the leading actor that makes my heart beat". "

"But, how many people are you planning to be the leading actor for?"

The cold voice rippled in the illusory sea of ​​stars.

"ten years……"

"ten years."

For some reason, the golden elf's cold self-talk contained a rare hint of gritted teeth.

But soon, the golden elf wizard who carried the name of "Eternal Page" gently stretched out his hand.

A plain white finger was pointed out in an understatement.

The next moment.

Space waves rippled.

In a very short period of time, it turned into thousands of sharp space cracks.

Through the dark cracks, you can see the cracks in space——

The empty space and silence were like a palace sleeping in the past.

………………

PS: Three chapters in one. If you add a monthly ticket, you will get one more update, and you still owe one more update.