Hate Me, Miss Witch!

Fourth Epoch, Foresta Empire.

Imperial Capital, Black Lily District, No. 32 Jingui Street.

This used to be just an ordinary courtyard.

Now, it has been named the Grand Duke's Mansion by the nobles in the Imperial Capital who know the inside story.

The husband of the current empress of the empire is naturally the future Grand Duke.

Although Isadella and Char have not actually married yet, the nobles in the Imperial Capital all know that the former second princess, now Queen Isadella, has a decisive character.

What she said will become a reality and will not be shaken by any reason or anything.

It is dusk now.

The pale golden sunset slanted down from the end of the distant sky, leaving a gorgeous afterglow in the courtyard of No. 32 Jingui Street.

The blonde girl bathed in the dusk slowly opened her eyes.

"What's wrong?"

As soon as Ailora opened her eyes, she saw the pure silver handwriting spreading in the air in front of her.

That was the inquiry from the Blue Silver Witch Silvia.

After this period of time, Aurora has become quite familiar with this Blue Silver Witch, who looks cold but is actually no different from a noble girl.

Looking at the blue silver handwriting spreading in the air, Aurora just shook her head slightly.

"It's still the same."

"The breath of the old sun god has dissipated, which means that he has won."

"I can feel the existence of Xia Ya's aura. In other words, his will still exists in the spiritual ocean and has not been completely extinguished in these five hundred years."

"But when will he wake up... I don't know."

Soul, spirit, spirit world...

Even in the field of mysticism, this is also the most profound and complex part.

Even with Aurora and Silvia's status beyond the throne, the entire multiverse does not have many secrets for them, but only in the matter of the soul, no one dares to make an assertion.

The only thing that is certain is that the soul also has a so-called lifespan, and it is definitely not able to exist indefinitely and be immortal.

Although in most cases, the body of a living being will decay and perish before the soul... but there are exceptions to everything.

In the history of the Black Tower, there was once a powerful necromancer who was obsessed with studying the reincarnation spell...

In order to live forever and become stronger, he constantly transferred his soul to a new container and a new artificial body.

However, every time the soul changes its container, it is actually a process of wearing out the soul's origin.

After nearly a hundred cycles, even though the synthetic body replaced by the necromancer was still in a brand new state, his soul itself was already worn out and scarred, almost collapsed.

It didn't take long for it to self-destruct.

And this principle can also be applied to Char.

No one knows to what extent his soul and self have been worn out in the long war during these five hundred years.

If the essence of the soul has been worn out, then even if the body is intact, it is just a walking corpse.

Or maybe... he can wake up again.

However, the injured and broken soul will lose many things and forget many important memories.

"Is that so..."

On the side, a trace of loss flashed in Sylvia's beautiful silver eyes.

To this day, the secret of Shayana using the remnants of history to travel through time and space is no longer a secret to Sylvia and others.

After all, they are the victims of Shayana's super-time and space sea king behavior, and no matter how slow they are, they will react sooner or later.

And Shay's trip to the First Age was not concealed from Sylvia, Isadella and others.

However, the pollution of the fallen sun in the First Age will also affect them.

So in the end, the only thing that came to the First Age with him was Aurora's holy spear, Longomyniad.

As the true master of the Holy Spear, Ailora herself naturally became the only channel for Silvia and Isadella to know about Char's current situation.

What Char did on the Lost Island in the First Epoch...

And the determination to fall into the abyss with the Lost Island.

The time spanning four epochs was also known by those who silently watched him in the Fourth Epoch.

And now, with Char's sleep for more than five hundred years...

All that is left is waiting, expectation and hope.

"I understand..."

"Majesty Isadella came here a few days ago and stayed in this mansion for a long time, but at that time you were still meditating and resonating with the Holy Spear, so she didn't disturb you."

"Next time she comes, I will tell her for you."

Silvia lowered her eyes slightly, suppressing the loss in her beautiful eyes.

Nothing can be more disappointing than this kind of waiting that can never know the end, and the hope that is born again and again but disappears.

"More."

A slight hesitation flashed in her eyes.

But soon, the pale silver handwriting quietly appeared in the void.

"Xiao Ai..."

"Since the old sun god has fallen, the gambling game in the spiritual world has come to an end, then you should also take a break."

"The wear and tear on the soul caused by crossing different times...even the throne will never be able to withstand it for too long."

In the end, Sylvia finally said these words.

The same throne person even sealed himself in the White Tower for five hundred years...

Sylvia knew very well what Airola had been through during this period of time.

The internal and external reverberations of history, the flow of time between the First Age and the Quaternary Age are different.

Obviously in the fourth era, only a few months have passed.

But in the First Era, more than five hundred years have passed.

This difference in the speed of time does not have much impact on Char, who is in the first era, or Sylvia, who is in the fourth era.

After all, they are all in the real world, and what they feel through their body senses is the flow of time at the current time node.

However, while Airola was in the Fourth Age, she was still using the power of the Soul Pact to attach her mind to the Holy Spear that was currently in the First Age.

The different speeds of time between the First Era and the Fourth Era meant that Alora had to endure a hundred or a thousand times greater memory erosion within a very short period of time in reality.

It was as if a fragment of the life of a centenarian was forcefully instilled into a child of four or five years old... Such a huge sense of tearing was enough to drive any legendary transcendent crazy or even cause his soul to collapse.

Although Aurora has achieved the throne and even formed her own spiritual ocean, it is not comparable to those legendary extraordinary beings.

However, the time she experienced lasted hundreds of years.

You know, Alora's entire previous life, even including the ten years in the Garden of Eden, only lasted less than thirty years.

Same experience as Char.

Every time she meditates, every time she relies on the Soul Pact to sense the existence of the Holy Spear... it will cause huge wear and tear on her soul.

And this kind of meditation has never stopped during this period of time.

Whether it was helping Char to stabilize his soul in the spiritual world and confronting the old sun god.

Or maybe it's the Holy Spear that protects Char's body from harm... He never slacks off for a second.

"Confrontation in the spiritual world is now over."

"And the Queen of the Night, Augustina—"

"She should be a trustworthy companion. With her protecting Char's body at the bottom of the abyss, I don't think any accidents will happen."

"Xiao Ai, you should also go and take a nap."

Sylvia knew that the blond girl in front of her had not slept for several months.

"No……"

Faced with Sylvia's dissuasion.

The blonde girl just shook her head slightly.

"I know Ogutina can be trusted..."

These are Alora's sincere words.

The bottom of the abyss and the five hundred years of waiting and companionship by the Frozen Throne were definitely not achieved by relying on false feelings. All of this has proved Ogutina's intentions.

Aurora knew very well that if someone, or a god, wanted to step into the abyss and hurt Char who was sleeping, then Ogutina would definitely stand in front of Char like her.

"but……"

A little softness flashed in the blonde girl's eyes.

"Although it's just a ray of thought on the holy spear... I still have to accompany him."

"Who told Xia that he is such a guy who is afraid of loneliness?"

"Even when he's sleeping, if I'm not around, he won't be able to sleep peacefully."

"and--"

Aurora's blue eyes flickered slightly.

"Miss Sylvia, have you heard of those stories circulating in the market?"

"A vegetative person who has been lying on the bed for a long time and has lost consciousness, because his family is calling by the bedside day after day and night after night, telling each other's memories and bits and pieces of the past..."

"Suddenly regained consciousness after decades of coma, reawakened or something like that..."

Sylvia was stunned for a moment.

When she was the only daughter of Grand Duke Cang Ting, she had indeed heard similar stories from the people.

"However, these stories are probably just baseless folklore made up to praise family ties."

"Becoming a vegetative state means that you have lost your perception of the outside world... Even your hearing no longer exists, so how can you hear the calls of your family."

"Besides, there are many reasons for the awakening of a vegetative state, and it may not be this one."

"I know."

"The story of the vegetative state is most likely a fabrication...even if it is not a fabrication, it probably contains elements of artistic processing."

"It's like at the end of those fairy tale picture books, when the protagonists are on the verge of despair and in complete despair, the heroine's tears awaken the hero's extinct vitality——"

"Everyone regained their strength, shouted about friendship, bondage, love and justice, and bulldozed the big devil in one go."

Aurora nodded: "But, what if?"

"If it's because I wasn't with him and didn't do this, Xia Ya couldn't wake up."

"What if when I was sleeping, the bottom of the abyss was invaded by mythical creatures, without the help of the Holy Spear, Ogutina could not defeat it, and Char was harmed..."

"So--"

She smiled: "I'm afraid I will never be able to forgive myself in my lifetime."

Ailora's voice was very light, but it was filled with an indescribable determination.

Unquestionable determination.

Sylvia's white fingers moved slightly, and the blue silver magic surged in the void, but in the end she did not continue to outline new words.

Although she had seen it before... but until now, she once again realized it very clearly.

What kind of position does Char have in the heart of the girl in front of her.

"If Char never wakes up again... what should we do?"

The anxiety and confusion in Sylvia's heart that was about to burst out did not need to be really asked at this moment, and she got the answer from Ailora's expression.

Sylvia thought that according to the importance Ailora attached to Char, she might choose to commit suicide for love.

But now it seems that she thought too shallowly of the blonde girl in front of her.

She would never commit suicide for love.

She would only stay silently by Char's side, on the frozen throne, by the side of the boy who might never wake up again.

Until the day he opened his eyes again.

Or... until the end of time, when the soul or the body was worn out, and all the memories were dried up.

So during this period of time, no matter how anxious and uneasy she, Isadella, Diris and the others were in the long wait... the blonde girl in front of her never showed any anxiety or eagerness.

Because Aurora knew from the beginning that she would spend her whole life by his side... Wherever Char was, that was where she would settle down.

Whether it was awake or asleep, it didn't make much difference.

"Yeah-"

"It's just that I'll spend my whole life waiting for him to come back..."

Suddenly, Sylvia felt that she was no longer as anxious and eager as before.

Xiao Ai had already had such a profound understanding.

She had always regarded Aurora as an object of comparison and competition.

Why did it have to be this time, but ended up in a bad situation?

"In two days, I will move the long sleeping plane here."

"I was too impatient before."

"It took five hundred years to wait, let alone... it's just a few months."

Sylvia sighed softly, and the pale silver handwriting had not yet fully revealed.

But the next moment, she saw that a trace of throbbing suddenly flashed in the beautiful eyes of the blonde girl in front of her.

The autumn evening breeze blew through the courtyard planted with thriving plants.

The leaves swayed in the wind, making a rustling sound on the treetops, and the fragrance of golden osmanthus in full bloom filled the entire courtyard.

The street where this mansion is located is called Golden Osmanthus Street because the entire street is planted with lush osmanthus trees.

At this moment, it is the blooming season.

No, it's not just the fragrance of osmanthus...

The autumn wind also brought a kind of incomparable nostalgia, incomparable familiarity, which made Sylvia want to cry involuntarily.

"He's back."

The girl's voice echoed in the courtyard in the evening, with a slight tremor.

This was the first time that Sylvia saw such a beautiful smile on the usually expressionless face of Aurora.