Hate Me, Miss Witch!

The noise disappeared, leaving only the echo of the cold words.

The entire hall was eerily quiet.

At the previous moment, everyone in the venue was extremely envious of the lucky man chosen by the Borgia family.

But at this moment, facing those dark eyes, everyone felt a chill in their hearts.

They looked at the young man with black hair, black eyes and a slightly thin figure in front of them, but they seemed to see an evil spirit.

An evil spirit emerging from the fires of Ceylon.

But Aurora was not afraid. She just came to Char's side silently and held his hand.

In the North Icefield eight years ago, she held Xia Ya's hand like this, feeling the faint warmth of each other, and then walked through the endless wind and snow little by little.

"Char Egut."

A long sigh fell from high places.

"Do you know what you rejected?"

"Of course I know."

Char's voice was very calm: "But I still have to thank you for finally calling me by my real name, instead of that Char Yingulite."

"That is the flower of winter, the name of Earl of Winter..."

"This is a glorious and glorious surname, but it is not my surname."

The evening breeze was strong in the night.

Char's collar was blown through the window, making a rustling sound.

"The Borgia family has never been to the North, and they have never entered into a marriage contract with the Winter Flower family..."

"Ceylon was just a border where sinners were exiled in ancient times, and the Winter Flower family that sits in Ceylon is called guarding the territory at best, but it's just an exile at worst. How can He De win the favor of the Scarlet Rose family?"

Xia Ya raised his eyes and stared at the old man who looked like a gardener in the high position.

"And I am not the son of Earl of Winter. The Winter Flower family has lost its connections in this generation, and Earl of Winter has only one daughter."

"so what?"

The high, distant sound of Gujing Wubo fell from above.

"I said you are, then you are."

"yes."

Xia Ya smiled silently: "It's just a small barbaric town that takes more than ten hours of sleigh riding to reach, and is isolated from the civilized world in terms of information and cognition. Who would care about the right and wrong in it. "

"Besides, that place is already in ruins. If you say that I am the orphan of Winter Flower, then I am... No one will refute the conclusion of the Borgia family."

"What's more, the script you carefully crafted for me is still so perfect——"

"The orphan of a wealthy family in trouble overcomes many difficulties and dangers, the king returns to complete his revenge, and marries the noble daughter... This is a story that meets people's expectations. When the story ends successfully, every reader will just applaud with joy and say the last sentence Finished with flowers.”

"But I know that I am not the hero in that book as you described me."

Char's words paused slightly.

"I am just the most ordinary civilian in Ceylon."

"I have had no parents for as long as I can remember. I was adopted and raised by an old ice hunter... Later, the old hunter also passed away, but relying on the hunting skills he taught me, I was able to make ends meet."

"It was a nice day, modest though it was... but it was ruined, ruined by that fire."

"This is indeed not the development that a qualified script should develop——"

"But since ancient times..."

"Whether noble or commoner."

"Repay debts with money and murder with life. It is only natural and right."

He looked at the cold corpse of Warwick in front of him, which had been penetrated by a bloody armor-piercing bullet.

"Under the laws of the empire, the culprit must be punished, and the conspirators will also be punished."

At this moment when the words are finished.

Xia Ya felt that in the depths of her soul, the last feeling of rawness and discomfort disappeared.

The dusty heart seemed to have been hit by a wooden mallet, the dust fell, and there was a roar.

The soul and soul have reached unity and are completely perfect.

The spiritual power resonates with the spiritual world, and the illusory spiritual world gradually materializes.

Starlight bloomed one after another. They were stars transformed from the sands of time. They were bright and dreamy, illuminating the dark spiritual world, and the bright points of light gathered into the vast ocean.

Stars shine into the sea.

…

"But, that's just your family talk."

The old voice sounded again, still without any ripples.

"The border refugees conspired with the Theocracy to rebel, colluding with intelligence from inside and outside, and ultimately led to the tragedy of Ceylon's destruction."

"And now he is actually colluding with the wanted criminals of the Theocracy to frame and frame the Borgia family."

"Old minister, without realizing it for a moment, he almost allowed such a madman to become my daughter's fiancé... All the guests saw the joke, so you should take action to remedy the situation."

The words have not yet finished.

The majestic, mountain-like majesty descended from the heights.

The unique mental pressure of the legendary, unreservedly covered Char.

Normally, it would be enough to shock the strong men of the fourth and fifth rings, causing them to kneel on the ground and find it difficult to get up.

But Xia Ya's figure did not move at all.

His mental power is constantly rising, crossing the illusory and hazy barrier, converging into a brand new moonlight, which is his fourth soul contract.

But all this is not over yet, the new illusory world is roaring, and squares of hazy heaven and earth are constantly opening up under the starlight transformed by the Sand of Time.

The pressure from the legend was broken through, and there was no longer any obstacle.

High above, the eyes of the old man who looked like a gardener showed a hint of surprise for the first time.

His eyes dropped, and just when he was about to do something else, he suddenly noticed the fierce energy beside him.

"Your Highness wants to break the balance between the royal family and the Oath family and personally attack the old minister for the sake of a commoner who speaks arrogantly?"

Guderian withdrew his gaze, looked at the silver-haired princess beside him, and spoke in a neither humble nor condescending manner.

"Whether he is the orphan of Winter Flower, or a commoner with no background...actually I don't care."

"But first-"

"He is my chosen sword bearer."

Isadella's awe-inspiring words echoed high above.

Although she was wearing a palace dress at the moment, her chilling aura only reminded people of a battlefield with mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

This imperial princess has never been the kind of person who walks around at balls and banquets and mediates gracefully among many nobles and princes.

Her reputation was gained through her solid military exploits.

The figure wearing the Black Eagle uniform is the totem of the empire and the nightmare of countless enemy soldiers and generals.

She stretched out her white fingers and held them in mid-air.

The next moment.

Thousands of pale golden illusory light points gathered in the void.

Then, the illusory light spots gathered into the prototype of a hazy holy sword between Isadella's fingers.

Although it is only a vague shape.

But when Guderian's mental power swept across the holy sword.

The sudden brilliance of the star made veteran legends like Guderian subconsciously avoid looking.

"I didn't expect His Highness to be recognized by the Sword in the Lake."

Feeling the prototype of the Holy Sword that appeared in front of him, and the huge mystery contained in it that far exceeded the boundaries of ordinary legends, Guderian also brought a bit of solemnity to his words.

"However, while it has not yet fully recovered and is restrained, the true name of the holy relic must be liberated..."

"Your Highness, aren't you afraid that all your hard work over the past two years will be in vain?"

Isadella did not answer, but still maintained her posture of holding the hilt of the sword.

The holy sword, which contains a huge amount of mystery, is looming between reality and reality, reflecting the brilliance of the star world.

But that sharp energy was already locked on the old man in front of him.

At that moment, Isadella really thought that Char would choose to forget her hatred and embrace everything the Borgia family had to offer.

But, he didn't.

Even though the Borgia family showed such sincerity, in the end, Char still did not choose to betray.

Of course Isadella knew that Char's choice was not necessarily due to the influence of the royal family... But no matter what, in this precarious moment, the young man did stand on her side.

Then at this moment, she has to give her sincerity.

Guderian withdrew his gaze and did not move again.

There was a long silence in the upper room.

But the next moment.

But Isadella's eyes flashed with doubt.

Because she found that the holy sword she was holding in her hand, somewhere between virtual and real, suddenly began to tremble slightly.

As if sensing something of the same origin, the originally slow recovery process suddenly accelerated.

What can awaken this holy relic of the old era?

…

Guderian said nothing again.

But in the banquet below, chaos suddenly broke out as Guderian's words came out.

There is no other reason. The head of the Borgia family has already made a conclusion.

Frankly speaking, after what Charia said just now, most nobles are actually more inclined to believe that what Charia said is the real fact.

But so what?

They are all old nobles of the imperial capital, and none of them have done anything like excluding dissidents in private.

Of course, it is indeed a bit embarrassing for the Borgia family to be slapped in the face so bluntly, but their face cannot be eaten...

History is written by the victors. As long as you become the final winner, who cares how many innocent bodies are buried along the way?

And since they can be invited by the Borgia family, it goes without saying what the positions and positions of most of these participants are.

"I didn't expect that this villain would actually assume the identity of the orphan of the Winter Flower family. He is really cunning."

"Now it seems that the achievements he made in the military in the past may have been performed in advance in collusion with the cultists."

"Miss Histalia almost married him. Fortunately, she was anxious and exposed her identity..."

"Otherwise, God knows how much hidden danger and disaster it will bring to the Borgia family and the empire if such a person with ulterior motives lurks."

These noisy accusations suddenly stopped.

"Follow the ancient oath of the red blood."

"I, Histalia Borgia, hereby initiate arbitration with Char Egut using the chess game of the scarlet rose."

A clear radiance suddenly descended.

In the Hall of Oaths, the circular scarlet rose mark was projected and continuously enlarged, turning into a barrier burning with red flames, shrouding Char and Histalia.

Histalia held a vermilion chess piece in her hand that was as clear as crystal and imprinted with the texture of a rose flower.

"The Borgia family's chess piece of oath is actually in the hands of Miss Histalia!"

someone exclaimed.

There are eight pieces of "Chess of Oath" in total.

At the beginning of the creation of the empire, the pure white sword and the red blood were forged when the covenant was concluded, and were given to the eight major sworn families.

The Chess of the Oath itself is an extremely powerful holy relic, but at the same time, it is also a symbol of the Oath family, and it itself represents many ancient powers——

For example, if an arbitration barrier is opened in this oath palace that belongs to the oath family, no one can enter except the holder of the oath chess piece and the person being arbitrated.

Only blood descendants of the family can recognize the owner of the Pledge of Oath, and this sacred relic serves as a token of the Oath family's exercise of ancient authority, and is generally held by the contemporary head of the family.

The Borgia family would like to marry Char, who is considered to be the orphan of the Winter Flower family. Part of the consideration is to recover Char's sworn chess piece belonging to the Winter Flower, so as to inherit the sworn family. Part of the authority, but unfortunately failed to achieve what he wanted.

Unexpectedly, the Chess of Oath that was supposed to be held by Guderian appeared in Histaliya's body at this moment.

This also means that she has been designated as the next head of the Borgia family.

However, at this moment, Histalia did not pay any attention to the comments from the outside world.

She just stood within the arbitration barrier and looked at Xia Ya in front of her.

There was surprise, anger, and a little uneasiness in those originally cold eyes.

"Why did you say that just now? What do you know?"

"It's nothing, I just feel that the traces of deliberate imitation on your body are too heavy, and you look very much like the Virgin of the Dawn in my family."

Char spoke casually.

He looked at the arbitration barrier transformed by illusory flames beside him: "Are you really not going to turn off this barrier?"

"If I remember correctly, after the arbitration barrier is opened, only the arbiter and the holder of the Oath Game can enter. Others will not be able to enter unless they forcibly break the barrier."

Xia Ya pointed at the crowd outside the barrier that had their eyes on him but was blocked by the barrier: "According to your father's wishes, now you should swarm over and arrest me, or simply kill me and silence me. This is more appropriate." The interests of your family."

Histalia paused for a moment, but soon came back to her senses.

"Father has never told me about Ceylon, and I'm not interested in them either. As for arresting you, it won't be too late after I finish asking."

Her eyes were focused on Xia Ya: "Don't change the subject..."

"What is your relationship with Her Royal Highness the Saint?"

"Actually, it's nothing. It's probably just a matter of doing the magical sound transmission without telling Xiao Ai every night..."

Xia Ya glanced at Histalia in front of him and shook his head boredly: "To be honest, I have no hostility towards you."

"Given your age, you must have been sent to the Holy Court at a very young age. I guess the Borgia family's activities have been hidden from you."

"You are too arrogant and too naive... Although in the eyes of outsiders you are a proud daughter of heaven, in my opinion, you are just a vase doll who is manipulated by your family and the Holy Court..."

"Ignorance is not guilty. Although this sentence may not be applicable in all situations, I really have no interest in you now."

However, Xia Ya’s words had just finished.

The next moment, he saw the human form shrouded in holy light.

The spirit of holy light at the king level.

This is an elemental life similar to the form of the Silver Spirit.

But as the incarnation of light at a higher level than metal, and favored by the God of Morning, the lowest racial level of the Holy Light Spirit race is high overlord.

And the one Histalya contracted was the best among the Holy Light Spirits, and its race level was the Emperor level.

Breaking through the fourth ring at the age of seventeen or eighteen, and contracting with the Holy Light Spirit of the Emperor's race, Histalya is truly worthy of her title as the God's Favored One.

"How dare you spread rumors and blaspheme the Holy Lady!"

Resonating with the anger in Histalya's eyes, the spirit of holy light raised the blade of light in its hand and pointed it straight at Char's neck.

However, facing the blade of holy light that was locked straight on him, Xia just sighed helplessly.

A bright light suddenly shined, illuminating the dark night outside the window.

"Through it all, Lungominyade."

A cool voice sounded.

It was an ancient language from a previous era, but Xia could understand its meaning.

Cang Yin's spear light broke through the air.

Tear apart the atmosphere, set off storms, and penetrate everything in the way.

The next moment.

Click——

In Histalya's stunned eyes.

The movements of the Holy Light Spirit are frozen.

The core of the holy light was penetrated, and even the astral spirit body as an elemental life was overwhelmed by the huge mystery contained in the holy spear and completely dissipated.

Histalia turned back blankly.

Then, he saw the blond girl wearing a knight's skirt and armor and holding a silver gun not far away.

Not long ago, Histalia thought she was just Char's maid or attendant.

But at this moment, on the blond girl's right hand wrapped in a mithril gauntlet, illusory light spots gathered.

It was an ice-blue chess piece, made of sapphire.

On the chess piece, a blooming snow lotus is carved.

Others may be a little confused when they see this chess piece, but as the next head of the Borgia family, Histalia knows the true meaning of the snow lotus pattern on the chess piece.

Winter Flower's Chess of Pledge.

"I told you not to swing your sword at me. Why don't you listen to me?"

Looking at the remains of the Holy Light Spirit whose light lingering around him dimmed little by little, Xia Ya couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"When my temper gets worse, I can't even control myself."

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PS: There will be one or two more updates later, which should be relatively late. You can watch them during the day.