Hate Me, Miss Witch!

Chapter 52 I want to meet him in person

The atmosphere on Feilong's back became extremely cold in an instant.

The almost condensed air made even a strong person like Fioren feel an indescribable sense of oppression.

Even the huge black-scaled dragon beneath him seemed to sense that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

It no longer roared, but slowly flapped its huge dragon wings, gliding silently at high altitudes, minimizing its own presence.

"Your Highness——"

Fioren spoke bravely.

"As you said before."

"Char Egut is still just a young and energetic boy after all."

"Some audacious delusions are naturally reasonable..."

At this moment, Fiolen's voice suddenly paused.

Because she saw that the corners of Isadella's mouth suddenly raised slightly.

The originally cold expression melted like ice and snow.

A smile appeared on the plain white face of the second princess.

Just like the moonlight flower that only blooms at midnight in the Star-Moon Forest, it disappears in a flash, but it is beautiful and gorgeous.

This sudden change made Fiolen freeze on the spot for a moment.

All this time, because the current emperor was seriously ill, at an age when her peers were still in love with flowers and butterflies, she had been accompanied by military books and cold sword practice day and night, shouldering the heavy burden of the empire——

He has always shown himself to be a perfect image that is unruffled and hard to see through.

Since leaving the White Tower and swearing allegiance to the Empire——

After following Her Royal Highness for several years, this was the first time Fioren saw Isadella smile.

And the reason for all this is just a senior student at Saint Laurent College.

Because of his ridiculous dreams.

Fioren was a little confused: "Why are you laughing, Your Highness? Aren't you angry?"

The smile on Isadella's plain white face quickly faded, and she returned to her usual serious and sharp look.

"Do you think I'm angry because I appeared in the light curtain?"

The silver-haired princess looked at the light curtain in front of her, and in the depths of her eyes, she felt a little more relaxed than usual.

"My temper is not that small."

"In other words, as a citizen of the empire, it would be a bit surprising if the saint of the Holy See and the Queen of the Night appeared in his fantasy... but I did not appear."

There was indescribable confidence in her words.

"The empire is large and has the capacity to accommodate people."

"As long as there is no fundamental conflict between the positions...then whether they are demons from the abyss or strong men resurrected from ancient times, they can have a place here."

Isadella sat down on the dragon's spine again, leaning on the soft back cushion.

Her white jade-like fingers pointed slightly in the void, and soon a dark wine glass appeared in the void, and was then held by the slender green fingers.

"Sir Fioren."

"Do you know what I was thinking when I first saw Char Egut's dream?"

Fioren also relaxed and sat down casually on the dragon's spine.

She thought for a moment and then answered: "I think His Highness should be happy that the empire has a new star with such vision and talent."

"Given time, he will definitely become a pillar of the empire."

"No."

Isadella shook her head slightly and stared at the bright red wine in the dark wine glass with her red eyes.

"When I first saw the dream in that sea of stars——"

"I'm scared."

"Char Egut, his vision and talents are too outstanding."

"Such a fantasy in the sea of stars, although the current magic technology is still far from being realized..."

"But if time is given, and those imaginary magical mechanical creations can be realized, it will definitely bring about an unimaginable leap in civilization."

"Of course, if that's all, then there is no need for me to be afraid. I will only be happy to have such a talent in the empire."

Isadella drank the red wine in one gulp.

"Qing Fioren, haven't you discovered... that in the ideal land dreamed up by Char, in that star sea civilization, there are no differences between countries, let alone racial barriers?"

"Even mortals have the same status as the strong and can roam the stars at will."

"There is nothing wrong with thinking like this, but——"

"Char Egut, he stands too high..."

"It has transcended the limitations of country and race, and instead thinks about issues from the perspective of the development of the entire civilization."

"But such a saint has the vision and ability to change the times."

"This means that he will not be constrained by any worldly interests, nor will he limit his vision to a certain country or force, but will always think about issues from the perspective of the entire human race."

"But I'm different."

The silver-haired princess' eyes were stern and solemn: "I am the royal family of the Foresta Empire."

"My background and the responsibilities that come from my blood have destined me to be unable to think beyond the national standpoint and think about issues from the perspective of the entire civilization like him."

"So to me, such a saint who cannot be restrained or judged, but who has the power to change the times, is really too dangerous-"

"If he ends up defecting to another country -"

"Then it would be a disaster for the Foresta Empire."

Isadella shook the wine glass between her fingers slightly but said nothing more.

However, Fioren heard the unfinished but extremely determined connotation in the silver-haired princess's words.

It was not due to Isadella's own likes and dislikes, but simply because of the mission and responsibility she shouldered as the second princess of the empire.

Therefore, there are some things that she must do and have to do.

This made Fioren shudder, and there was also a hint of fear in his heart.

If Isadella's determination becomes reality.

Then I, who was born in a high chalk tower, may have to confront the opponent hand-to-hand because of that unconfirmed conjecture.

"fortunately……"

The silver-haired princess's somewhat thankful sighs echoed in the howling extreme cold storm high in the north.

It quickly dissipated without being heard.

fortunately--

In the end, this black-haired boy named Char Egut was not the saint who was high in the clouds, ignorant of emotions and desires, and looked down on the world like a god.

But a living person.

A person of flesh and blood.

After a long time.

Isadella's cold voice sounded again just now.

"I want to see him in person."

…

At some point, the pink dream slowly solidified and became frozen.

Then, it turned into crystal fragments.

Xia Ya's eyes stared at the dream that was constantly fragmenting, as well as the void outside the broken dream, and regained peace and indifference.

"If you show it to this extent——"

"That should be enough."

…………………………