Hate Me, Miss Witch!

The young man in front of him was slender and dressed in decent and exquisite clothes.

Under the jet black broken hair, there is a face that is less sharp and angular, but as soft and handsome as an elf.

He stood like this under the dark night, behind him was the magnificent palace that gathered the hustle and bustle of the entire imperial capital.

Aurora gently placed her hand on Char's palm and jumped off the carriage on high heels.

The waiter in white pushed the door open.

Then, the two of them entered the splendid hustle and bustle together.

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"Not only the Theocracy, but also the Alliance of Princes and the City of Knowledge have sent envoys... The movement of the Borgia family this time is really quite big."

"Who says it isn't? But let me tell you, this time the Theocracy made the most noise, and even sent a bishop to observe the ceremony."

"This is natural. After all, it is directly related to the life of the God's Favored One...or a future Saint. Even considering the size of the Theocracy, the Saint is a genuine strategic trump card. "

In the Hall of Oaths, nobles dressed in exquisite costumes sat together in twos and threes.

It was so lively with people drinking and drinking.

For the old aristocratic faction who tended to side with Borgia, this was undoubtedly a time of high spirits.

Your royal family, or rather your second princess, just won a victory on the border battlefield and wanted to take action to rebuild the Sword Bearer.

In the blink of an eye, the leader of the sword holders was kidnapped by our leading brother, the Borgia family. Are you angry?

For the members of the camp who were more inclined towards the second princess, they naturally felt a little uncomfortable.

The Borgia family's poaching behavior is no different from being confronted by a minotaur.

However, those who are qualified to be invited to this dinner by the Borgia family, regardless of their status and status, are at least powerful dignitaries in the imperial capital, and are naturally familiar with such a casual dance.

No matter how much he wants to eat the people in front of him alive in his heart, on the outside, he always looks kind and smiling.

At the highest point of the Hall of Oaths, there is a room that is not very luxurious, but is dignified and silent.

A small table and two teacups.

The white-haired old man, who looked like a gardener, raised the teapot and made two cups of tea in the manner of a phoenix with three nods.

"This new trend that became popular from the Widowmaker District is quite to my liking."

"Instead of the luxury and potency of wine, it has a bit more mellowness and flavor that is bitter at first and then sweet."

“The person who created this drink does have some good taste.”

Across the wooden table, Isadella raised her tea cup and took a sip: "Mr. Guderian has a good taste. If he were not so good, I would not choose him as my sword holder."

Today's second princess no longer wears the original black eagle uniform, but changes into a palace dress.

Despite this, the fierce and majestic aura around her has not diminished at all, like a sheathed silver sword, clear and awe-inspiring.

"Yes, if he hadn't been so outstanding, I would have been reluctant to marry Histalia to him. The Borgia family has very strict requirements for selecting a son-in-law."

Guderian Borgia also showed a smile: "I hope Your Highness will not blame the little girl for stealing love."

"Aren't you afraid of reaping the consequences of Borgia's invitation to the wolf?"

"It doesn't matter...he is a smart man. If he were not a smart man, he would not be able to reach such a level by himself. And a smart man will naturally know what choice he should make."

"Qing Guderian, you are impatient...everything has not been settled yet."

"Old minister is indeed a little anxious... After all, the empire is about to collapse. As a member of the Oath Family, how can I not be anxious?"

"Is it possible to just watch this country that was once the largest country in the Western Continent decline in national power and finally become a small and unknown country? Or is it simply buried in the dust of history, just like the recently unearthed Cangting Ancient Country?"

Guderian put down the tea cup in his hand and looked at the bustling nobles in the hall below, who were busy exchanging cups.

"Perhaps His Highness does not agree, but everything I do is actually for the empire."

"Besides, isn't Her Highness Isadella in a hurry?"

His old eyes suddenly revealed some profound meaning: "His Highness actually opened the seventh soul covenant two years ago."

"If you simply want to use the feedback from signing the seventh soul contract to become a legendary beast master, you can actually do it at any time."

"As far as I know, in the Imperial Breeding Center, there happens to be an Emperor-level black-scaled sub-dragon whose blood purity is close to that of a pure-blood black dragon. It should be the one specially prepared for you by His Majesty."

"However, you have yet to take this last step, and in the past two years, except for the occasional appearance in the imperial capital and border battlefields, you have rarely been seen taking action most of the time... Obviously you are not interested in high-level beast control. Master, fighting is the fastest way to improve."

Isadella was still drinking tea with an impeccable manner: "My father is ill. As the princess of the empire, I devote a lot of energy to dealing with government affairs. Naturally, my practice as a beast master has also stalled. ”

Guderian's eyes paused on the green tea leaves at the bottom of the teacup: "In the first year of the Holy Calendar, the 'Golden King' Rhine established the Holy See of Dawn, ushering in a new era named after Dawn. "

"The following year, in the name of the "Knight King", he made contributions in the troubled times when the old and new eras changed. The late emperor, who was as famous as the Golden King, founded the Foresta Empire. "

"Several pet beasts under the late emperor, such as the "Black King", continued to guard the territory of the empire as patron saints until after the late emperor passed away. "

"However, there are two sacred relics missing."

"Those are the holy swords and holy spears that are said to be bred by the world and the planet... they appeared due to the final catastrophe of the old era, and they are also symbols of the King of Knights."

"It is said that the holy spear was given to a certain knight by the late emperor in the early years. Since then, it has disappeared with the retirement of the guardian knight. As nearly a thousand years have passed, it is no longer possible to find its traces."

"But the other star-made holy sword was passed down by the King of Knights to his descendants and has been kept by the royal family..."

"It's just that nearly a thousand years have passed, but no member of the royal family has ever been recognized by that holy sword, and the sword in the lake has been covered in dust, and it has turned into a vague legend today."

The light in Guderian's eyes became even brighter: "However, in the past two years, there have been frequent concealed fluctuations of holy relics from the palace..."

"Your Highness, you have been unwilling to break through the legend. Could it be that you want to obtain the recognition of the star-made holy sword, so that you can directly transcend the decades or even hundreds of years of accumulation that ordinary legends require, and directly step into the boundaries of the throne in one fell swoop?"

"It is the dream of every member of the royal family to be recognized by the Sword in the Lake, and I am certainly no exception."

Facing Guderian's deep eyes, Isadella shook her head in disbelief.

Her beautiful red eyes looked at the sky outside the window, wondering what she was thinking about.

"It seems that His Highness has not completely taken the final step."

The light in Guderian's eyes disappeared, and he returned to the old man as gentle as a gardener. He shook his head with a smile.

"Ogutina seems to have arrived. Is it because of His Highness's invitation?"

"no."

"I vaguely noticed some other prying eyes, but I didn't sense them very clearly. Does Your Highness know?"

"I don't know."

Isadella's short and calm answer made Guderian feel something strange in his heart.

But I haven't waited for him to test it out again.

In the auditorium below, the noisy discussion suddenly became quieter and then disappeared.

"Miss Histalia has arrived."

Pure white stairs are laid out layer by layer from high in the sky.

The stunningly beautiful girl appeared at the top of the pure white staircase.

She was wearing a pure white dress, her face was exquisite, and there was no flaw in it.

The most eye-catching thing is the girl's ethereal temperament. The faint light of sunlight reflects from her eyes, making those who look at her feel no trace of blasphemy in their hearts.

Instead, there was pure admiration.

Histalia Borgia.

The eldest lady of the Borgia family is also a member of the Holy See of Dawn, and has been designated as a saint by the Theocracy.

Marrying her is equivalent to embracing all the power, prestige, and wealth in the world.

These days, there are quite a few people who just call Auntie "Hungry" in order to avoid decades of detours.

What's more, Histalia herself is still so beautiful, as if she is the embodiment of all the beauty in the world.

For a moment, many young nobles present had a flash of fire in their eyes, but it soon turned into despair.

Precisely because they are nobles, they know more about the power of the Borgia family...

In today's imperial capital, apart from the royal family, Borgia itself is the largest mountain, and the families behind them are just their vassals.

Because of this, everyone knew that the marriage decision made by the Borgia family was by no means something they were qualified to dream about or interfere with.

"Master Char Yingulet has arrived."

Just then, another announcement sounded.

The door was pushed open.

Under the attention of thousands of eyes, the young man with black hair and black eyes slowly walked into the center of the auditorium, followed by Alora, who was also wearing a white dress.

"Is this the orphan of the Yingulit family, Master Xia?"

"Yeah, I didn't expect that the "Winter Flower" family actually had survivors left. "

"He is handsome enough. No wonder he was chosen by the Borgia family to be the eldest lady's husband."

"Don't say that. Their marriage contract was made as early as when they were born. This is a marriage contract between two major sworn families. The Borgias are not such a snobbish family that only sees the wind."

"And that Young Master Xia Ya is not just handsome... You may not know this, but when the Ashes Order attacked Ceylon a few months ago, it was only through the efforts of Young Master Xia Ya that they were saved. The lives of an entire college of students.”

"And it is said that he is not too far away from the fourth level now. Although he is still slightly inferior to Miss Histalia, who is the descendant of the Dawn God, he is already one of the best in the empire."

"So, they are really talented and good-looking, and they are a perfect match."

"But isn't this an engagement scene? Why did Master Xia bring a female companion?"

"I don't know, maybe a maid or an attendant."

Boom——

Thousands of uproar and discussions sounded at the same time.

But overall, there is not much envy and jealousy, but mainly recognition and blessings.

On the one hand, as Char's past achievements were actively publicized by Borgia and exposed to the spotlight, his excellence itself was difficult to conceal.

On the other hand, most of the forces here are friendly to the Borgia family, so it is naturally impossible for them to dismantle the new son-in-law chosen by the Vermilion Rose family at the engagement banquet.

"Master Xia Ya, come with me. Miss has been waiting for you for a long time."

Leer appeared next to Char quietly and led him through the crowd.

The crowd consciously gave way to a path, and soon, Histaliya's figure appeared in front of Char.

"Are you the Char who your father said you were?"

A pleasant but cold voice sounded in Xia's ears.

Histalya's eyes stayed on Airola behind Char for a moment.

The beautiful brows frowned slightly, but they quickly moved away.

"The marriage contract made by the parents when they were children actually never considered the feelings of their children."

"However, since it is an oath made in the name of Borgia, I will not break it."

She glanced at Xia Ya's face with cold eyes, and after a long time, she nodded as if examining her.

"The first impression you gave me is pretty good. As for things like relationships, it's not too late to cultivate them slowly after we get married."

"It doesn't matter if you can't cultivate them. It's just an exchange of interests anyway."

"but--"

"I don't like what belongs to me to be shared by others, even servants."

She looked at Elola behind Char as if looking at a piece of cargo.

"After you and I get married, let this maid of yours leave..."

"The Borgia family will give her a severance payment, and also give her a position in a big city outside the imperial capital."

Histalia raised her snow-white neck like a swan and looked down at Char on the steps.

She just spoke and wanted to say something to Xia Ya.

But then Histalia suddenly saw Char in front of her suddenly smiling.

The next moment, a slight voice suddenly sounded in her ears: "Really?"

"But, my first impression of you was not very good."

"The holiness and arrogance you show are too false and too deliberate..."

"Completely, it's just a poor imitation of my Dawn Saint..."

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PS: There will be another chapter in about an hour or two.