Year 903 of the Holy Calendar, month of Bud, 4th day.
The Golden Plains, the city of knowledge, Camelot.
In the hotel room, the central fireplace was burning brightly.
The firewood in the stove made a crackling sound, and the warm heat waves dispelled the chill of early spring.
However, at a certain moment, the burning fire suddenly froze.
The white-haired witch sitting on the sofa suddenly opened her eyes.
There was a pale silver light flashing in Sylvia's beautiful eyes.
The rich dusk rushed around her, stagnating everything, whether it was the flow of the breeze or the transfer of heat in the air.
Around her, an illusory river of time condensed and swirled upwards.
...
...
The long river of time, which is usually peaceful, now seems to be running wildly and turbulently like a roaring wave.
"Brother Xia...did he succeed?"
As the throne's throne, Sylvia could feel it clearly.
The fantasy zone that once stood majestically at the end of the third era and the beginning of the fourth era in the long river of history is now crumbling.
The owner of the golden holy sword, Her Royal Highness the Princess, whom Sylvia had met several times before, was now under the protection of the holy sword, floating downstream with the corrective force.
Finally, it slowly returned to the correct history.
He was the king who went against the trend of history and created the Fantasy Belt, but he was still able to return safely from the long river of time...
Brother Xia, how did he do all this?
This is a feat that even with Sylvia's vision and knowledge as the Lord of the White Tower, she has never heard of or seen before.
No, it can even be said to be a miracle that is unique in the world.
But at this moment, Sylvia didn't even think about how Char accomplished such a miracle.
She just stood silently at the downstream of the long river of time, looking upstream.
Waiting for Char to return safely from the upper reaches of the long river of time under his help, in accordance with the agreement they had made when they set out, following the bond between him and the Holy Spear and himself.
But--
Five seconds passed.
Ten seconds passed.
The only response to Sylvia was the roaring and violent waves of time.
The figure that she had been looking forward to for a long time never appeared.
And Sylvia's heart, as she waited, slowly sank to the bottom and grew colder.
Countless thoughts and details once again flooded into Sylvia's mind at this moment.
Before leaving, Xia Ya's resolute look.
It didn't sound like words of encouragement, but rather more like words to comfort oneself.
And there was the inexplicable conversation between Airola and Char before entering the Echoes of History.
Thus, the hypothesis that Sylvia was unwilling to face slowly took shape in the mind of the Blue Silver Witch and became heavier.
"Brother Xia...didn't plan to come back from the beginning?"
Sylvia suddenly turned around and looked at Aurora beside her, and messy light golden handwriting appeared in the air.
"And you knew it from the beginning? Then why didn't you stop him?"
Opposite her, the blonde girl blinked her blue eyes and was about to speak.
But the next moment, a piece of pale letter paper suddenly burst out with bright magical light.
Lines of pitch-black handwriting suddenly appeared on the blank letter paper.
Both Sylvia and Aurora were very familiar with the words on the letter.
There was no way he could make a mistake; that was the handwriting of Char himself.
This is a magical mechanism specially set up by Char. It will only be triggered at a certain time point, allowing Sylvia and Airola to see the hidden content.
Sylvia's beautiful silver eyes suddenly narrowed.
Her white fingers moved slightly, and the light of dusk surged.
The next moment, the pale piece of letter paper appeared silently in Sylvia's hands.
The soft glow of the magic lamp shone on the letter paper, making the handwriting appear extremely clear.
Sylvia used magic to reflect the contents of the letter in mid-air.
"My dear Sylvia, and Xiao Ai."
"I believe that by the time you read this letter, everything about the Aisganiya fantasy a thousand years ago has been settled, and Her Royal Highness has been returned intact."
"However, I did not return from the remnants of history with Her Majesty as I had promised you."
"I'm sorry, I did deceive you before."
"Your Highness, she has fallen too deeply into that wrong history and has been burdened with sins for a thousand years. How can we bring her back without paying a price?"
When she read this, Sylvia's white fingers trembled slightly.
In an instant, a guess emerged in her mind.
"Yes, that's right."
"I think if you see this, Xiao Ai will not discuss it for now, but with your wisdom, Xi Bao, you should have guessed how I did it."
"Using a certain ancient holy relic, I usurped the identity and authority of Her Royal Highness, no, the Scarlet Queen, as the King of the Fantasy Belt, as well as all the causes and consequences of the distortion of history that she was responsible for."
"Haha, shouldering all the evil and sins of this world, as the last lonely king, I will watch over my territory on the throne until the moment when everything is wiped out by the power of correction."
"The emperor guards the country's gates, the king dies for the country, and rests with the country... Isn't that cool?"
"But please don't be sad and don't be anxious."
"It is true that I stayed in the fantasy belt to save Her Highness, and I was guilty of distorting history. But if you want to kill me, your correction power is not enough."
"Especially Xiao Ai, please believe me no matter what! Don't do anything stupid like hurting yourself or dying for me!"
"You know me so well, you should know that I am a man who dreams of becoming a harem king. Now that my dream has not been fulfilled, how could I fall here so easily?"
After reading this, Sylvia turned around and glanced at Aurora beside her unconsciously.
But the blonde girl remained silent. She just looked up at the contents of the letter in the air. There was not a single emotion on her frosty and delicate face.
"Sylvia, Xiao Ai, I think you must have always been curious about why I was able to enter the Reverberations of History, right?"
"I've actually always been very curious myself, but anyway, I'm really special. I've tried many times, but no matter how I try to modify the course of history, the power of correction doesn't seem to work on me."
"Of course, even if they are not crushed into dust by the correction force, because the fantasy belt has been corrected, the violent time turbulence is enough to make anyone completely lost in it."
"But I still have a way."
The handwriting on the letter paper paused here.
"Remember that annoying cup and the invitation to the Golden Dawn?"
“Although I don’t know the exact purpose of the Golden Dawn’s invitation to me, they did help me a lot… It is a special world independent of history, and I can use it as a coordinate and not get lost in the long river of time.”
"But this also means that I will be wandering in the turbulence of time and space for a long time, until the turmoil of the long river of time subsides and I find the way home."
"The speed of time in reality and history is different. I think you won't have to wait too long in reality. It may be a few days, a few weeks, or even a few months."
"But the time I have personally experienced may be just a few years or even decades..."
"It must be hard for a person to wander alone in the long river of time for several years, or even decades... But this may not be a bad thing. Instead, it can be regarded as a kind of atonement for me."
At this point, the writing becomes slightly softer.
"Sylvia, my Xibao, I have always felt guilty towards you."
"Because of a careless word I said at that time, you buried yourself in the White Tower. In the dark, lightless grave, you endured loneliness and pain, waiting for me for five hundred years."
"That feeling, just thinking about it makes me feel so sad."
"I've always felt that I'm not qualified to accept your feelings."
"So, I want to try to experience that feeling... Although the length of this time may not be even one-tenth of the loneliness and solitude you have experienced before."
"But I guess when I come back from the end of time."
"I can truly embrace you without any scruples or guilt." "Then, I can announce to the whole world that you are my lover and my fiancée."
The black writing ends here.
The white letter paper also slowly faded away and turned into crystal fragments that scattered everywhere.
"Char, brother."
Looking at the end of the letter, there are words of confession containing emotions.
The light flowing in Sylvia's beautiful silver eyes could no longer be suppressed.
“Obviously…”
"Even if you don't, I don't care."
The witch's mumbling drifted away with the wind, and no one heard it.
But the next moment, the light of the holy spear that suddenly flashed in the room made Sylvia look back in surprise.
Then she saw it.
Around the blonde girl behind him.
The long river of time, which had become illusory and even close to disappearing, began to surge again.
"Miss Aurora...?"
Looking at Aurora behind her, Sylvia couldn't help but look a little confused.
"I knew that Char was lying to me. I knew it from the beginning."
Airola's figure was slowly fading, but a smile appeared on her cold face for the first time.
"He is the kind of guy who likes to keep all his thoughts and secrets to himself. When things get tough, he would rather act tough than make people around him worry..."
"It was like this before, and it's like this this time too."
There was also a hint of heartache that was difficult to conceal in the beautiful sky-blue eyes of the blonde girl.
"I know him too well."
"Although he appears mature and calm on the surface, as if he has everything under control, he is actually terribly afraid of being alone."
"So he saved me in Ceylon even at great risk, and took in Suren who was homeless at the time..."
"Given Char's abilities, he doesn't actually need our fighting power, or money, or investment returns or anything like that."
"What he needs is just the company of a companion."
That's why Airola still couldn't forget Su Lun's decision to leave even after many years.
"When he learned that I didn't board the steam train to the White Tower, although he complained verbally, I knew that Char was extremely happy in his heart."
"If no one is around, he will definitely feel lonely and want to cry, or even give up on himself."
"so--"
There was a hint of determination in those cold words that shocked Sylvia.
"I have to go with her."
The holy sword owned by the second princess Isadela allows her to travel through time and arrive at Esgania a thousand years ago.
Then, it has the same status as the Holy Sword.
And because of Cain, the Holy Lance, which left an indelible mark in history thousands of years ago, is naturally acceptable.
The next moment, Airola's figure completely faded.
In the huge luxurious suite of the hotel, only the stunned Blue Silver Witch was left.
…
Up the long river of time, the belt of fantasy.
Char sat on the black iron throne.
The endless collapse brought about by the corrective force only stopped when it touched the throne.
Then it collapsed and disappeared.
All that remains is a magnificent throne, suspended alone above the roaring time.
Drifting around in the turbulent current, I don't know where to go.
"Master, according to estimates, the turbulence caused by the destruction of the fantasy zone will last for three months in real time."
"Converted to the time you felt in the fantasy zone, it would be about nine to ten years."
Yui's voice, transmitted through the connection of the Fifth Soul Covenant, echoed in Char's mind.
"Ten years?"
Sitting upright on the black iron throne, Xia looked at the empty throne space around him and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
It's certainly free and easy when you say goodbye in a pretentious manner.
But when the time comes for you to face it, you will only know how it feels.
"I miscalculated. If I had known earlier, I should have let Yui copy a bunch of pornographic books to pass the time."
Char leaned weakly on the throne, looking at the metal dome of the palace.
This empty and quiet throne room will become his entire world for the next ten years.
If you think on the bright side, these ten years are actually extra time compared to reality. If used for cultivation, it should be enough to upgrade your mental power to legendary level or even higher.
By then, even if I am in front of Sylvia and Her Royal Highness the Princess, I won’t have to worry about being the one being ridden.
only--
Looking at the empty and quiet world in front of him, he felt the pets such as Silver, Shining, and Red in the soul-binding space, who had to fall into a deep sleep because they could not adapt to the turbulence of time.
However, a sense of loneliness that was difficult to conceal still arose in Xia Ya's heart.
Over the years, he has become accustomed to the hustle and bustle.
I have become accustomed to the company of the girl beside me.
It's like you have a cat and you don't feel anything about it on weekdays, but once it really leaves, you go back home and look for it everywhere but you can no longer see it meowing to greet you.
That feeling of loss will surge into your heart like a tide, difficult to conceal.
However, the next moment.
He saw that in the dark and silent river of history, light suddenly shone again.
It was a pure silver lance.
Carrying its host, it pierces the long river of time.
In the roaring turbulence of time, a silver-white lance broke through the waves and went upstream.
Then, just before the cosmic belt completely collapsed, he arrived at the throne room.
After a few breaths.
Char heard the footsteps getting closer.
There was also the faint scent of sandalwood that he missed so much.
The light golden hair swayed in the dark air.
"I'm here, Char."
Accompanied by the sweet voice of a girl that sounded like the sound of nature.
Two soft, boneless little hands gently wrapped around Xia's waist.
"Just as we agreed at the beginning..."
"Neither death nor time itself can separate us."
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