Hate Me, Miss Witch!

Western Continent, Golden Plains.

Huge jet-black dragon wings covered the sky, and the huge black-scaled dragon galloped through the wasteland that gave everything a golden glow.

The scenery on the plains was the same. From time to time, powerful or weak pet beasts poked their heads out of the tall grass, but they were soon frightened by the undisguised might of the dragon above and hid again.

I don’t know how long it took, but the monotonous plain scenery finally changed.

At the end of the skyline——

A towering tower slowly emerged.

This huge tower is pure white, with its tall body reaching straight into the sky, and its majestic appearance seems to connect the earth and the sky.

Surrounding this white tower are clusters of buildings, surrounded by wide city walls.

With the high tower as the core, the building complex is connected into a piece, just like a bustling and noisy city.

At the entrance of the tower, a huge obelisk stands.

On the obelisk, two lines of simple text are written with bright golden texture -

[Year 360 of the Sacred Calendar, the Moon of Fertility]

["Silver Witch" Sylvia Brunstadt founded the Chalk Tower on the Golden Plains]

Far above the sky, the arrival of the black-scaled dragon caused a small commotion in the city.

Soon, powerful auras rose from the White Tower.

But soon, as if he noticed something, the spiritual power that was explored was withdrawn and disappeared.

The black-scaled dragon flapped its wings and slowly landed on the square in front of the tower, maintaining a suspended posture.

"Welcome back to the White Tower, Your Majesty Fioren."

An indifferent female voice came.

This is a woman wearing a pure white wizard robe with a plain face.

She was holding a volume in her hand, quietly looking at the hovering black-scaled dragon at the entrance of the White Tower.

Although she looks inconspicuous, no one in the White Tower knows the identity of this white-robed woman.

The White Tower's great librarian and deputy tower master——Isveda.

Isveda is a beast master who truly has her own title, and she is not considered weak even in the sixth ring. Considering her age, there may be the possibility of being promoted to a legend.

Among the current chalk towers, only Isveda's status is qualified to receive Fioren who is arriving at this moment.

But at this moment, Fiolen, who was wearing a metal mask, didn't take the time to chat with him.

She rolled over from the black-scaled dragon and walked straight towards Isveda.

Then, he spoke quickly with a cold voice.

"Isveda, take me to the plane of eternal rest."

"I want to meet the tower master in person."

…

The ancient country of Cangting has a lingering history.

Sylvia stood in the magnificent sea of ​​flowers, silently looking at the royal capital below and the sea in the distance.

Xia Ya also stayed silently beside the girl, watching with her the sea of ​​flowers all over the mountains and fields, as well as the quiet city and coastline under the sunset.

After a long time, Sylvia moved slightly, wrote something in her diary and showed it to Xia: "What a beautiful scenery."

Although she had heard of this place before, Sylvia herself had never been there.

Visiting the scene in person at this moment, the scenery was far more beautiful and gorgeous than she had imagined.

Xia Ya nodded: "Who says it's not?"

In this way, the sun gradually sank, and finally sank below the sea surface.

The afterglow of the setting sun spreads on the sea, and the incomplete sun intersects with the reflection to form a complete circle.

The sea of ​​flowers on the top of the mountain and the city below were covered with a layer of pale golden neon clothes.

This is the last brilliance of the setting sun. Soon, the silent night will envelope the entire city.

At this moment, fire started to rise at the edge of the royal capital at the foot of the mountain.

At first it was just a few scattered places, but soon, the fire spread rapidly like a blazing force, covering most of the royal capital.

The hot fireworks dyed the dim sky red and illuminated Sylvia's eyes.

What happened?

Was there an accident in the alchemy experiment and there was a fire in the city?

Sylvia looked at the bright city below the mountain with some confusion, as conspicuous as a bonfire in the dark night.

But soon, the words that came from her ears made her heart tremble, and she no longer had the leisure to worry about other things.

"Sylvia, I have something to say to you."

Xia Ya's words were very soft, making Sylvia pinch the corners of her clothes nervously.

Her eyes flashed with the panic of a deer, but there was also a bit of expectation and joy, and even the words written in the diary became a little crooked.

"What words?"

"Sylvia, close your eyes first."

Xia Ya's words were as gentle as ever, but there was a hint of other meaning in them.

It's just that Sylvia, whose heart is filled with happiness, sweetness and tension at this moment, is naturally unable to detect the hidden meaning.

She nodded obediently and closed her eyes obediently.

Brother Xia Ya, are you going to confess to me?

Or do you want to kiss me directly?

Will it be the forehead or the lips...

At that time, how should I respond to Brother Xia Ya?

Although there is no blood relationship between us, brother Xia Ya is just a member of the family with a foreign surname. I don’t know if my father and the rigid elders in the family will agree with what is happening between us.

However, even if we don’t agree, we can totally elope——

Although I feel sorry for my father by doing this, if I can be with brother Xia Ya, even if I give up my status as a noble and just find a place with green mountains and green waters to live anonymously, it seems to be very good.

By the way, if we get married, what will the names of our future children be?

Sylvia's heart was filled with thousands of complicated thoughts.

She raised her toes slightly, nervous yet full of anticipation, waiting with longing and hope.

but.

After a few seconds.

What sounded in Sylvia's ears was not the expected confession.

But a long sigh.

"So, Sylvia, you still don't understand."

"Longing-"

"It is always the emotion furthest from understanding."

Varied……

What?

Before the words were spoken.

A sharp pain suddenly came from Sylvia's chest.

She reluctantly opened her eyes.

What he saw was the sharp red blade that penetrated his chest.

There was also an expression on the black-haired boy's face that made Sylvia feel extremely unfamiliar.

"So--"

"Farewell, Sylvia."

The cold sound echoed in the empty mountains.

The hot blood dripped onto the light purple night orchid sea, dyeing it a bright red.

Just like——

Blood stained rose.