The wind brings a nostalgic smell.
Just a moment.
Sylvia felt the throbbing in her heart that made her subconsciously hold her breath.
Even the thoughts that had gradually calmed down due to the conversation with Airola began to surge again.
There was a silver gleam in her eyes.
In an instant, Sylvia summoned her strength and spirit.
From a higher perspective, I re-examined my spiritual ocean.
Eliminate the interference of hallucinations and longings, and eliminate the influence of all kinds of self-emotions and entanglements.
Then--
...
...
Sylvia came to an extremely certain and clear conclusion.
The information that I perceive is not my illusion, nor is it the result of lovesickness caused by thinking about me day and night.
Rather, it is an unquestionable reality.
He really came back.
Boom——
Boom——
The courtyard was so quiet that even the sound of a pin drop became very obvious.
“As expected…”
Sylvia gently placed her hand on her chest, listening to her clearly audible heartbeat.
"Even though I said something about being too hasty earlier, saying that I was inferior to Xiao Ai."
"But when that day really came, I couldn't control my emotions and forgot everything I said before."
She smiled.
"But this is who I am now."
"She is neither the Lord of the White Pagoda nor the Blue Silver Witch..."
"Rather, Sylvia Brunstadt."
"That's the one that made Brother Char tell me in person that it wasn't the kind of love a brother has for his sister, but the kind of love between a man and a woman, Silvia."
If not.
So five hundred years ago, when she ascended to the legend and built the White Tower...
Sylvia should pursue power and become a god, and walk further and further away on the lonely long stairway to godhood, just like countless legends in the Western Continent have done.
Instead of choosing to bury himself in the White Tower, waiting for that illusory opportunity to meet Char again in the future.
No one can really judge whether the choice she made is right or wrong.
At least for the vast majority of legendary warriors in the Western Continent from ancient times to the present, they gave up the opportunity to become stronger, or even become gods, for the sake of some love affairs in their youth... choosing to spend hundreds of years waiting for an illusory person, which in itself is an extremely unreasonable thing.
But, no matter what—
At least in Sylvia's heart, she had never regretted the decision she made when the White Tower was built more than 500 years ago.
Even thinking about it now, she felt quite fortunate.
Fortunately, I did not accept the invitation from other legends to embark on the path to becoming a god.
She had a premonition that if she had taken that path, she and the boy would eventually drift further and further apart.
Even if I meet Char again in the future, we will be just passers-by in each other's lives, strangers who can't even smile at each other.
The silver-colored magic power flowed, carrying with it Sylvia's emotions that rose and fell like the tides.
In just a moment, Sylvia's figure turned into a stream of light and disappeared.
With the status of a powerful king.
She headed towards the pure white tower in the center of the imperial capital, Camelot, which was also the direction where the aura that she missed so much appeared.
…
When the pale silver light froze again.
What comes into view is a tranquil garden.
Although it was still dusk, the area around the garden was as cold and quiet as night.
Under the dark sky, thin moonlight fell on the stone steps, as if they were covered with a layer of silver neon.
Sylvia was very familiar with the scenery before her.
Because this is the small courtyard that belonged to Sylvia Brunstadt, the only daughter of Grand Duke Cangting, in the ancient country called Cangting.
Before Sylvia met Char beside the steep cliff, she often wandered in this small courtyard during the darkest time.
She spent one difficult night after another gazing at the brilliant stars in the night sky and smelling the fragrance of the small white flowers blooming on the small tree that she and her long-deceased mother planted.
At the same time, this small courtyard is also where she and Char have many shared memories.
Countless nights had passed when they sat on the stone steps of the courtyard, chatting over a cup of milk tea that Xia called "Xiangpiaopiao".
I was encouraged and determined to become a beastmaster.
He is no longer a coward, but with the encouragement of his brother Char, he has the courage to face the Twilight God in his body...
Then, because if she opened her mouth she would turn into words that could take the lives of living beings, she decided not to speak anymore and instead started writing a diary...To this day, "Diary of the Blue Silver Witch" has nearly a thousand pages.
If Sylvia had not folded the interior of the diary with her legendary status, it is likely that a single book would not be able to record everything.
This small courtyard witnessed Sylvia's countless firsts.
Of course, the real courtyard inside the Brunstadt family mansion had long been buried in the sands of history along with the god who destroyed the country, and could no longer be found.
This garden in the White Tower was carefully reproduced one-to-one according to her memories after Sylvia achieved the throne.
Because of the blessing of the powerful throne, no matter day or night, above this garden is always the dark starry sky in Sylvia's memory.
This is the embodiment of the mental landscape of the Blue Silver Witch Sylvia, and has a similar compositional principle to the frozen snowfield surrounding the City of Snow and Wind at the bottom of the abyss in the First Age.
In the words of mysticism, this is Sylvia's "inherent barrier", which can be changed freely according to her wishes and is a domain that truly belongs only to her.
But at this moment.
She returned to the place she was most familiar with, where she knew even the location of every flower, tree and potted plant.
In Sylvia's heart, a rare sense of timidity arose, like homesickness.
Her footsteps paused at the outer entrance of the courtyard, at the white curtain, and she could no longer move forward.
"Tower Master?"
A female whisper came to my ears.
There was a hint of helplessness in those calm words at this moment.
"Haven't you been thinking about him for the past six months?"
"You kept talking while eating, and even during naps. Even during high-level meetings in the White Tower, you would often start staring out the window in a daze while listening. I know what you are thinking without you having to tell me."
"Why are you scared again now that he's finally back?"
"Go meet him quickly. Tower Master, your current appearance will disillusion many new members of the White Tower who grew up listening to your legend."
Isvedah?
It seems like he's been around Char and the others for too long.
Even my deputy tower master, the "Silent Singer" who seemed to always have a blank expression on his face, now involuntarily uses Char's words when speaking.
Sylvia gently reached out her hand.
Then, he pushed open the curtain of the courtyard entrance and walked in.
The white curtains swayed slowly open, accompanied by the sound of the breeze blowing across the grassland.
The black-haired boy was sitting on the pale stone steps, silently looking at the courtyard in front of him.
He was wearing a thin, white shirt that looked like a hospital gown.
The fluorescence reflected in his eyes, like a dim sea of stars.
"Char...Brother."
This extremely soft call was noticed by the person in front of him.
He turned his body slightly, and his dark eyes, which had just awakened from a deep sleep, looked at Sylvia with a hint of daze and confusion.
Looking at that familiar face——
And those black eyes that looked at him, polite but with a hint of confusion.
Sylvia's heart sank slightly.
After Airola's retelling, she knew very well what Char had faced in the First Age.
That is like inviting a wolf into the house, introducing an ancient will that has lived for who knows how many epochs into one's own spiritual world, and then wasting five hundred years of time until one party's spirit and self are truly annihilated. It is a gamble.
Even at the end of hundreds of years - Brother Char won the final victory.
However, to be an enemy of such a being, Char would have to pay a price...
The soul was worn out and lost some of its memory... forgetting its past.
Compared to the worst outcome where Xia fell into eternal sleep and could never wake up again... he was able to wake up unscathed, and the price was only the loss of some memory fragments. This was undoubtedly the most perfect ending.
Obviously, I should feel happy.
With such thoughts in mind, Sylvia carefully concealed the disappointment in her heart and did not let it show in her expression.
Instead, there was a polite smile that was a little dry.
"that……"
"Maybe you'll find it a little surprising to hear me say this now, but this is not the first time we've met."
"My name is Sylvia, Sylvia Brunstadt..."
Sylvia suppressed her emotions and barely had time to finish the words she was about to say.
The next moment, she heard Aurora's familiar voice.
"It's already this late, and you're still joking about pretending to have amnesia."
"It's still as bad fun as always."
The light golden hair is flying.
The next moment, the graceful figure with golden hair threw herself into the arms of the young man in front of her like a young swallow.
The confusion and puzzlement in the eyes of the black-haired boy also collapsed in an instant with the appearance of Aurora.
Char looked at the blonde girl who buried her little head in his chest and was unwilling to look up, and a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes.
"As expected, I can't hide anything from you, Xiao Ai."
Char spoke softly.
"It's not just Xiao Ai and Xi Bao."
"I'm looking forward to this reunion more than you are."
"Only half a year has passed in reality, but I have actually endured five hundred years of hardship."
This time.
Whether it was the voice or the look in those dark eyes.
Everything made Sylvia feel extremely familiar, and no longer as strange as before. "Five hundred years. A full five hundred years."
"Although the perceived time in the spiritual world is slightly faster, it is still nearly a hundred years old."
"There is no Sese, no Naibai Xuezi, no lap pillow..."
"The only person I can communicate with is Old Biden, who has lived for thousands or tens of thousands of years. He drools all day and tells me that my body is excellent and perfect. He feels no different from Hannibal."
"Xiao Ai, Xi Bao... do you know how I have survived these five hundred years?"
Feeling the warmth of the girl's body in his arms, Xia's eyes gradually softened.
After a long time, Airola lowered her little head, raised it from Xia's arms, and stood silently behind him.
Given Airola's personality, generally speaking, when there are other people around besides her and Char, she will never be overly intimate with Char, and she will often regard herself as Char's maid or attendant in front of outsiders.
Airola's official reason was that he needed to give Char enough face in front of outsiders, let him maintain the image of a gentleman, and not let him be looked down upon for being too frivolous.
But in fact, both of them knew in their hearts that the real reason why Airola did this was just because she was shy.
But at this moment, under the influence of longing, she couldn't control the emotions in her heart and made such a move.
Of course, think about it from another perspective.
This also shows that in Airola's heart, Sylvia is no longer an outsider between her and Char.
It seems that the future stability of his harem has been basically guaranteed.
Perhaps the three people who learned a foreign language together in the eternal sleep plane that night could no longer be a limited card pool, but could be opened as a permanent card pool.
But soon, Xia suppressed the random thoughts in his mind.
It is still far from the time to play the winning team’s MVP settlement screen.
He opened his arms and gently hugged the silver-haired witch who was not far away, her beautiful silver eyes sparkling with joy.
"I'm sorry, Sylvia."
"I did sleep too long, and my mind is still a little fuzzy after waking up."
"I originally wanted to give you a surprise of returning what you had lost... But now it seems that I have done something that is a bit counterproductive. This joke was too inappropriate at the right time."
"Anyway, I'm back..."
"I wasn't possessed by that old Biden, and I haven't lost any of my memory—"
"I am who I am, the intact Char Eggot."
Looking at the witch in his arms, Char spoke softly.
But Sylvia did not answer, she just gently leaned her head on his shoulder.
The warm gas stimulated Char's neck with a moist touch.
"It's fine……"
"It's enough for me to know that you, Brother Xia, have returned."
Sylvia gently raised her beautiful silver eyes and looked up at the profile of the young man who was so close to her.
In the faint moonlight, his face was covered with fuzzy hair and his skin seemed transparent.
At this moment, time seemed to go back.
She is no longer the world-famous Lord of the White Tower, but a frail outcast in the Grand Duke's mansion, isolated by her people because of a curse.
However, amidst those strange looks, there were people willing to stay by her side, using their not-so-strong shoulders to protect her from the wind and rain, and listening to her talk about those trivial girlish thoughts that now seem insignificant.
It is the same courtyard and the same star-filled night.
Sylvia felt like crying.
So she followed Airola's example and buried her head in Char's arms, so that he wouldn't notice her excited tears.
Of course she knew that what she was doing was just an attempt to cover up her own mistakes.
The status of the three people present has surpassed the limits of the throne and is no longer the so-called ordinary people.
Even though their vision was blocked, relying on their mental perception, both Char and Sylvia could clearly hear the sound of ants moving on the ground within a thousand meters.
But isn't this how their relationship should be?
Putting aside his strength, and his position above all others——
The real Sylvia would be satisfied if she could just stay by Char's side like the girl named Airola.
And it was as if he could sense Sylvia's thoughts.
Char did not speak, but just let the blue silver witch lean gently on his shoulder...
Warm tears soaked his clothes.
"Tsk... when I think about it, I really am a beast."
"I actually made the girl I love cry for me again."
Char sighed with some regret: "Although it's for Master-chan, it's still quite depressing."
"You put yourself in such a mess and made others worry about you."
"but--"
His voice paused slightly.
"This should be the last time."
Char looked at the Silver Witch who was leaning on his shoulder.
There was no longer the casual and lax tone in his words, but instead a hint of seriousness.
"Although this time, whether I did it intentionally or unintentionally, I still owe Augustina the debt of love."
"But, Xiao Ai, Sylvia, I promise you."
"This journey in the First Age will be my last adventure."
"After this, I will never put myself in such an embarrassing situation again..."
"I will never...let the girl I love shed tears because of worrying about me."
Char's words were not solemn, but they carried a kind of indescribable determination.
The corners of his mouth curled up into a slight smile: "Since you have made the ambition to become the harem king, then you must also shoulder the corresponding responsibilities."
"Is this what they mean by if you want to wear the crown, you must ride on its weight?"
Behind him, the expectations from the young girls are both motivation and shackles.
This made it impossible for Char to enter and exit the remnants of history freely like he did in the past, and he could act recklessly just because of his likes and dislikes and mission rewards.
Because he is no longer alone around him, he has to consider more things and think about more consequences.
However, the current Char... is content with this shackle.
After hearing what Char said.
Both Aurora and Sylvia raised their heads in surprise.
Of course, they all thought about letting Char stay in the Fourth Epoch, in the imperial capital, and by their side.
Instead of fighting and dying in the remnants of past history, leaving yourself covered in scars.
However, they never really spoke up to stop Char's actions.
Because of the agreement, when Char made a real decision, Airola would unconditionally support everything Char did, because she knew that all of Char's actions must have his own purposes, and all she needed to do was to carry out his will.
Sylvia was because she couldn't speak.
Her own encounter with Char was due to Char's momentary willfulness and coincidence.
Because of his struggle in the remnants of history, he was redeemed in the darkness.
Then how could she have the position to stop Char from redeeming another woman in the remnants of history?
And at this moment, Xia finally gave his promise.
A confident commitment.
Obviously, nothing has been settled yet.
Even in the Fourth Epoch, the gods were still hiding behind the scenes, waiting for the end of the epoch and the arrival of change...
But Xia still made such a promise.
"The Holy Lance gave me feedback."
"At the bottom of the abyss of the First Epoch, although the glaciers around the Snow Wind City were melting... you have not yet awakened from that throne."
Airola looked at Char with some strangeness. "Obviously, the few times you entered and exited the Reverberations of History before, you couldn't enter and exit the Reverberations of History as freely as you can now, traveling between the old era and the current node."
“I certainly was.”
Char nodded.
In the past, every time he entered the Reverberations of History, he relied on the system's positioning. Each entry and exit was fragmentary, and each entry and exit required him to take on the tremendous pressure of traveling through the long river of time.
"But, after all, I am not the War Five Snake, the shame of the mythical creature."
"After five hundred years, I defeated that old Biden and reaped his spoils. I will definitely grow."
Char smiled slightly.
His mind moved slightly.
In the soul-covenant space, the mercury snake that was sleeping soundly suddenly sneezed, woke up, and sensed the surrounding environment in a daze.
It was still the First Age before I went to bed, but now I am in the Fourth Age at the current time node.
Doesn’t our master need its assistance when entering and exiting the remnants of history?
But this time, when Char returned from the First Age, he did not rely on the system or the power of the Mercury Serpent's fate reversal.
Instead, rely entirely on yourself.
…
Sylvia snuggled up to Xia and stayed in the courtyard for a long time.
Just like what the two had done countless times in the ancient country of Cang Ting.
After an unknown amount of time, Aurora's continuous coughing made Sylvia raise her head a little embarrassedly.
Is this the exclusive treatment that only Xiao Ai had in the past?
If you are not careful, you may become too obsessed.
But if I have the chance, I must try it again in private.
I'm sorry, Xiao Ai.
Although I sincerely want to become Char's family with you.
But this is the only thing I don't want to let go of...
In front of her, Xia also stood up.
He coughed lightly and cleared his throat.
The next moment, the clear words echoed in the silent and deserted courtyard.
"So, in conclusion..."
"I'm back."
"Um."
Sylvia nodded gently, feeling the joy and happiness turning into a warm current, flowing in her inner world.
"Welcome back, Brother Xia."
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