Meow~
The white cat, hiding in the dusk and rushing over in a hurry, heard Isadela's words in the palace as soon as it approached the palace.
As a result, its body suddenly staggered and almost fell from the dusk.
I seem to have come at the wrong time?
Such a thought just arose.
The next moment, the white cat heard Char's pleasant chuckle; "No, Sylvia."
"You came at the perfect time."
He waved gently.
Then, the elegant white cat felt its body lighten.
...
...
It actually fell out from the halo of dusk.
When it came to its senses again, it felt like it had fallen into a solid and strong embrace.
A hand that was not very strong but had distinct joints gently stroked the white cat's body.
The faint warmth contained between the knuckles made the white cat dazed for a moment.
But soon, the white cat came back to its senses quickly because of the vague sense of something wrong.
Although it was only a spiritual incarnation differentiated by Sylvia's own spiritual power, it was still a throne-level spiritual power, and it also held the authority of the dusk divinity.
Just talking about the status of this spiritual incarnation in the form of a white cat, it is also a legendary existence. When necessary, he can mobilize authority and even have combat power close to the throne.
If not for this, Sylvia would not have left behind a spiritual incarnation to look after Char's safety, while she herself would have returned to the White Tower headquarters to handle affairs with peace of mind.
However, even though he had let down his guard when facing Brother Char just now, his defense was briefly broken because he heard the conversation between Isadela and Brother Char.
But being able to grab his incarnation from the dusk realm so easily and hold it directly in his arms was quite incredible.
And, most importantly—
It was only a slight thought that came to his mind, and he hadn't had the chance to express it yet. However, Brother Xia seemed to be able to listen to his inner thoughts and directly took up the conversation.
this……
Although this is only a spiritual incarnation and does not have a physical body, its interaction with the spiritual world will be more direct and it will be easier to be penetrated by the fluctuations of spiritual power. Moreover, he was completely unprepared when facing his brother Xia, not to mention establishing defensive measures such as cognitive barriers.
But even an ordinary demigod and a throne shouldn't be able to see through what's in my mind so easily.
"After all, I have stayed in the embers of the fantasy belt for so long."
"Even if you're a blockhead, you should at least make some progress, right?"
"What's more, your brother Char has never been a loser. He is a genius who has passed the Brunstadt family's coming-of-age ceremony and obtained the contract with your family's guardian beast, the Silver Spirit."
The pleasant chuckle sounded in the white cat's ears again.
It's still those words that seem to penetrate the soul.
Xia looked at the white cat in his arms, whose eyes were blurry and whose body was gradually going limp. "Sylvia, do you still remember what I said to you in the letter when we parted at the hotel in Lugia?"
He smiled slightly and said, "I said, I want to try to experience the passage of time in that fantasy zone."
"Because I have always felt guilty towards you. I cannot accept that I acted as if I was playing a game in the echoes of history, and that you have to bear the weight of burying yourself and holding on for five hundred years just because of a memory and a vow."
"If I don't go through something similar myself, I won't be able to forgive myself for what I did back then."
"And now——"
"I'm back."
Xia paused for a moment.
"Just as I promised."
"This time, I can hug you without any grudges, scruples, or guilt."
He picked up the white cat, and the calm voice sounded softly in the white cat's ears.
"Sylvia, I look forward to meeting your true self again."
"Then, the moment when I openly announce to the world that you are my lover and my fiancée."
Meow~
That straightforward, undisguised confession.
In an instant, it lost all its resistance.
The frenzy called "love" and "joy" washed over the core mental power, making the white cat's figure seem a little illusory, as if it would collapse at any time.
“Meow meow meow~ (Brother Char, I’m going to let this avatar go back first.)”
A thin twilight of evening light emerged.
The white cat struggled to jump out of Char's arms, then staggered and disappeared into the dusk.
With Char's current strength, it feels that if this spiritual incarnation stays here for a few more minutes, all the dirty thoughts in its heart towards Brother Char will be exposed.
Taishe is dead.
…
Golden Plains, White Tower.
The plane of eternal sleep.
This was once the cemetery where the founder of the White Tower, the Silver Witch Silvia, was buried.
However, when the ancient witch woke up from her long sleep and walked the world again, this plane of long sleep that she originally used as a tomb has now gained a second spring and has been transformed in various ways by the wizards of the White Tower under the instructions of Sylvia.
The dilapidated palace, which was originally withered and frozen in the dusk, was renovated and rebuilt, and became full of vitality again.
Judging from the name revealed to Isvida and other senior officials of the White Tower, this is the residence that Sylvia prepared for herself in the White Tower.
There is nothing wrong with the residence of a powerful throne holder being a little more magnificent.
But why is it that even though it is the residence of the Lord of the White Tower, all the furniture and tableware are for two people, and even the bedroom is equipped with a wardrobe and fitting mirror specially designed for men...
Then, only the Lord of the White Tower who made such a request would know about it.
In the spacious hall, the silver-haired witch sat on the silver throne.
Unreal dim yellow wings hung down from her back in layers, and she was holding a delicate glass wine glass in her hand, shaking it slightly.
The pair of beautiful silver eyes stared at the red wine swaying in the glass, in a daze.
Below, the White Tower's deputy master, the "Silent Singer" Isvida, was standing respectfully by the side, reporting on the various developments after the White Tower truly intervened in the situation in the Western Continent.
"According to your order, the White Tower has been opened not only in the imperial capital, but also in major cities across the empire."
"During this period, the evil cults in the Lost Realms have been making frequent movements within the empire. We at the White Tower have also assisted the various administrative bureaus and military departments in the empire to help combat the activities of the evil cults."
"However, such a large-scale construction of branch towers will also require a large consumption of the White Tower's reserve resources..."
“That’s his hometown.”
Pale golden text appeared in the void, blocking the possibility of Isvedah continuing to make suggestions.
"Understood."
Isvida nodded and was about to say something again.
The next moment——
Click.
The sound of glass breaking was heard.
Isvedah looked up in confusion.
All I saw was the glass wine glass in the silver-haired witch's hand being crushed into pieces, and the bright red wine spilled all over the floor.
Suddenly, light began to flow in those originally lazy silver eyes.
Who on earth could make His Majesty the Tower Master lose his composure like this... What the hell.
As a subordinate of the White Tower, he witnessed the entire process of the Silver Witch reviving from the long-sleeping plane.
If we say that in the first few times, Ishveta was surprised why her high and mighty tower master would behave so inappropriately.
But after a few times, Isvida had already figured out the temperament of this blue silver witch.
Don't be fooled by his aloof appearance on weekdays.
But in fact, inside the body of the high and mighty witch, there is a little thought of a young girl in love.
And the person who could make Sylvia lose her composure like this.
Naturally, there is only that one person in the entire Western Continent.
"I see. So that man is back."
"And Your Majesty Silvia, you are leaving the White Tower again and leaving all those affairs to me, right?"
Isvedah sighed helplessly.
This caused the slender figure on the throne to look over in surprise.
"How did you know that?"
This kind of thing, considering your past behavior, Your Majesty, the Tower Master, I can guess it even with my toes.
Isvida sighed and suppressed the urge to complain: "Tower Master, you can go find him without any worries."
"Leave the White Tower's affairs to me."
After saying that, she skillfully exited the eternal sleep plane and returned to the white tower in the main material plane.
There's nothing I can do, I'm used to it.
Although the Silver Witch Sylvia came from five hundred years ago.
But after spending these days together, Isvida felt that in terms of mental age, she was more like an elder to the Blue Silver Witch.
As Sylvia's mother's family, I naturally have to worry about the lifelong affairs of my tower master.
After all, the tower owner is an old leftover woman who is over 500 years old. Even if she has an entire white tower as a dowry, what should she do if she really can't get married?
In an instant, Sylvia, sitting on the silver throne, was the only one left in the entire hall of the eternal sleeping plane.
She looked in the direction where Ishvedah disappeared and blinked in surprise.
But soon, the ripples and waves in her beautiful silver eyes could no longer be concealed.
The white fingers stretched out slightly, and the ancient diary quietly emerged again, and automatically turned to a blank page.
"After three months, Brother Char is finally back."
"Although his appearance has not changed, I can clearly feel that a significant change has taken place in Brother Char."
"I really envy Xiao Ai. To us, it was only three months, but she was able to stay with brother Xia and grow up with him over the past ten years."
"And I clearly felt it."
"Now, Brother Char has become more familiar to me..."
Sylvia looked at the dim sky in the distance, the glimmer of dusk reflected in her beautiful silver eyes.
In the remnants of history, Char was Sylvia's savior, saving her from the quagmire of darkness.
Although the two of them only spent a year together in the ancient country of Cang Ting, in Sylvia's eyes, Char was an omnipotent hero. Wherever he took her, there would be fun, and all kinds of interesting things would happen everywhere.
But five hundred years later, the two met again at that dinner party.
Although the feeling has not changed.
However, the throne and the four rings, the lofty Lord of the White Tower and a student of Saint Laurent College.
The vast difference in strength, identity, situation, and status... destined the relationship between Char and Silvia to never return to what it was five hundred years ago.
But at this moment, recalling the real feelings conveyed by the spiritual incarnation of her white cat, she clearly felt that the familiar feeling had returned.
When Xia touched her, Sylvia felt as if everything had returned to that cold winter night and the raging Grand Sea.
At that time, it was also a pair of bony hands that pulled her out of the freezing sea and gave her a new life.
At that time and moment, it was just like this moment.
Everything seemed to have returned to the beginning. She was no longer the Blue Silver Witch who had ascended the throne, but merely the only daughter of an unpopular head of a grand duke's family, following the young man every day and calling him "Brother Char".
Plain, simple, but very satisfying.
"Actually... I just want to stay by your side like I did in the past."
The beautiful golden handwriting paused. It took Sylvia a long time to calm down the turbulent emotions in her heart and continue to read the next memory of the spiritual incarnation.
Then, a blush quickly spread across that pretty white face.
The beautiful handwriting was written in the diary again.
"Brother Char, have you really come to this point? You can even detect the slightest fluctuations in my spiritual incarnation's thoughts."
"Luckily my avatar runs fast."
Sylvia couldn't help but cover her face.
If he ran a step slower, and brother Char knew that he had actually fantasized about it more than once in his mind, that he would use magic to bind him in a small dark room, and then personally take the first blood and live a happy sex life day and night.
The life of the master of the White Tower probably ended here.
"but……"
After a long time, words appeared on the diary again.
“This is Char-nii-san—”
"Good attack!"
——Excerpt from "The Diary of the Blue Silver Witch", page 705, Holy Calendar Year 903, Summer Flower Month, Day 30.
Click.
The ancient book suddenly closed.
The evening light flickers.
When the light faded away, the eternal sleeping plane also returned to silence.
And the graceful figure on the throne has disappeared in the crystal cracks in the space.
…
"You are the first man who dares to flirt with another woman so openly in front of me."
In the side palace, Isadella folded her arms and calmly watched the interaction between Char and the white cat.
"certainly."
Char watched the white cat flee and disappear into the dusk light, and nodded.
"I am your Majesty's first man and will be your last man."
"You are still as skilled in speaking love words as ever, just like when we first met."
A smile appeared on Isadella's pretty face.
She recalled the scene when she first met Char through magic communication.
It was such a straightforward confession, especially the sentence "white hair and red eyes are my ideal type", which Isadela still remembers vividly.
She originally thought that this was Char's rhetoric to disguise himself, but now it seems that a lot of his words are genuine.
Speaking of which, in the main material plane, that happened only half a year ago.
But from the perspective of both Char and Isadela, it seemed like a lifetime ago.
“That’s a genuine compliment.”
"Your Majesty, all of your characteristics, whether it's the white hair, the red eyes, or the attributes of the military princess, they all happen to fall right into my strike zone."
There was also a hint of nostalgia in Xia Ya's eyes. For him, that was a memory from eleven years ago.
He reached out and took the silver-haired queen in front of him into his arms: "Fortunately, at that time I could only imagine the ultimate ideal of a man in classmate Di Ruisi's dream."
"But now I can get what I want in reality and do whatever beastly things I want."
Isadella did not resist.
She just raised her head slightly and looked up at the profile of the young man in front of her.
"It's okay for Miss Aurora. As the last survivor of the Winter Flower family, the Empire already owes her something. I also know that she would rather choose suicide than leave you."
"Draw a clear line between yourself and those other women, especially Sylvia."
"I can ask Diris to bring all her fellow creatures from the abyss to weave dreams for you every night. The dreams of succubi are enough to satisfy all your lusts and fantasies, which are far more exciting than what can be achieved in reality."
Diris, the light bulb at the side: “?”
"Forget it. It's okay for classmate Diris, but I'm not familiar with the other succubus ladies."
“It would be bad if the passive ability of [Beautiful Boy EX] is triggered again and it ruins their lives.” ”
Char shook his head.
"Besides, I don't think being unfaithful and having a sense of responsibility conflict with each other."
"I made a promise to Sylvia. When I come back, she will be my fiancée. This is a man's promise. It is a responsibility and an obligation."
"If not for this, I should have just watched His Majesty perish along with the Fantasy Belt in reality."
Isadella sighed, "I knew it."
But after hesitating for a moment, she let Char hold her in his arms without struggling or resisting.
"As a perfect monarch, I shouldn't have left myself with weaknesses and soft spots. After all, if a person has weaknesses, he will compromise step by step."
"But there's nothing I can do. My weaknesses already exist, and it seems like they can't be removed."
Xia smiled and said, "But on the other hand, it is because people have weaknesses that they are human beings, not gods who are high above us."
"To be honest, I like your Majesty better now than the cold and serious princess when we first met, because your Majesty is more human now, and no longer a perfect political machine without any emotions."
Xia paused and said, "As for being your Majesty's weak spot, it is my honor."
"Yes, time can change a lot of things."
“A year ago, I probably wouldn’t have thought it would turn out like this.”
Isadella did not deny: "Since I was born, I have always lived to meet the expectations of others."
"My father hopes that I will become the heir to the imperial throne and become the leader who can lead the declining empire to revive."
"As for the ministers and nobles...some have the same expectations of me as my father."
"Some people have bad intentions towards me, hoping that I will degenerate and become corrupt with them, so as to maintain the interests of the vested interest groups."
"In order to respond to the expectations of the world, I put on the mask called "Second Princess of the Empire" and learned to become flawless and become the person that everyone expected. ”
"No matter what you do, you must think carefully. You must give up the leisure time of chanting about butterflies and flowers. You cannot make close friends with anyone of your age. You are not even allowed to have feelings for your contracted pets... because these will become the Achilles' heel for those enemies who have studied me so much and want to target me."
A breeze blew through the palace, causing the remaining embers of the black flame to scatter.
Isadella looked at the night outside the palace: "In the past, I lived like this - like a mirror, showing a perfect posture that meets the expectations of others."
"The people and ministers of the empire are cheering. The empire will soon have a leader who will bring about its revival."
"The light reflected by the mirror was so dazzling that no one ever cared about the little girl named Isadella under the mirror."
"I live for my father and his ministers, for the people, and for the empire. I am so used to responding to others that I have never had any expectations for myself."
"It's not that I don't want to...but I can't and I don't dare."
She turned her head and looked at Char.
"This attitude continued until you, Char, showed up, and then it changed. I started to look forward to you, even though I didn't realize it at first—"
"What kind of expectations?"
"I'm not sure." Isadella turned her gaze towards the imperial capital in the distance at night: "This feeling is very vague. If I have to put it into words, it's like the witch hunting you mentioned before."
"If I were to be burned at the stake as a witch, I wouldn't expect anyone to save me, and I wouldn't care if they did."
"Because being burned at the stake as the cause of all the evil in this world in exchange for God's forgiveness is what the world expects of me."
"But..." Isadella paused for a moment, "If you hadn't immediately ridden your white horse through the crowd and cut off the stake with one sword, I would have been very angry."
Char couldn't help but smile: "Shouldn't they just drive the mecha Black Knight and use a nuclear explosion to flatten the place to the ground?"
"What if I'm also evaporated by the nuclear explosion?" The silver-haired queen also laughed: "This expectation should not have existed in the first place, just like the stray dog I adopted when I was a child. The ministers used the reason that its origin was unknown and it might be the carrier of the curse of the enemy warlock to convince my father, and then they threw it to death in front of me without mercy."
"But now, I want to try to...have some expectations for others."
"It's as if in that wrong period of history, someone was determined to bring me back to reality from the fantasy zone even if it went against the trend of history."
"Come to think of it, you haven't answered me yet."
Isadella stared into Xia's eyes with her beautiful red eyes: "When do you want to marry me?"
"I thought your Majesty asked this question before because you wanted to experience the pleasure of being a minotaur in front of Xi Bao..."
Xia thought for a moment and said, "Maybe one year from now."
"So long? Why?"
Isadella paused and said, "If possible, I would like to hold the wedding earlier."
"Because I think that if I am given another year, I can solve all the hidden dangers on the Western Continent."
"And the Western Continent should be able to completely enter a stable Fifth Epoch."
After hearing Char's answer, Isadella couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.
"I can feel that you are very strong now... But when the Third Age turned into the Fourth Age, it took us more than ten years to pacify even just the region of Esgania."
"Not to mention the opening of the Fifth Epoch..."
Her delicate brows were slightly furrowed, but soon relaxed again.
"But I believe you."
Isadella moved her body closer to Char. "There are several legendary cults around the imperial capital. They may not be as complete as the Lord of Ashes, but they are also half-level advent rituals."
"What do you want to do?"
"If we stop the advent ceremony in advance... then even if we kill those believers, the power of faith and divine power will still remain."
Xia thought for a moment and said, "In that case, why not let them complete the Half-Body Advent Ceremony?"
"The era when the gods walk the earth will surely begin. It is inevitable. So why not take the initiative and weaken their power in advance?"
When Diris, who was listening nearby, heard Char's proposal, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Although Char said it calmly, to anyone, such thoughts were no different from dancing on the edge of a knife.
Even if it was only half of the evil god's descent, the complete body had not yet arrived.
But the complete half of the evil god also surpassed the legendary level and touched the realm of demigod.
It would be fine if there was only one, but the aura erupting from the imperial capital at this moment clearly came from as many as six places.
Even though Char now possessed the strength of a throne, it was still an almost impossible feat for Isadela and Char alone to fight against six demigods, even with the blessing of the holy sword.
Such a thought just arose.
The next moment, Diris heard Xia's words continue to ring out: "As for your majesty, just watch me here."
His gaze fell on the place in the distance where the majestic aura converged.
Xia could feel that a huge mystery was descending from the astral plane and infusing into the body of faith condensed in the main material plane.
And those auras also grew and expanded continuously.
From legend to demigod.
"I hope that when I return, I will have a stage that matches my performance."
"A guy like Tariq seems a little unqualified."
His words were not very loud, but they were clearly heard by everyone present.
If it was the Isadela of the past, she would definitely not agree to Char's arrangement and would definitely go into battle in person.
The only thing you can trust in this world is your own strength. This is the principle that Isadela, as a princess, has been instilled with since she was a child.
But at this moment.
The new silver-haired queen suddenly smiled, and the ice and snow melted, creating a beautiful scene.
"good."
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