The capital of the Cang Ting Principality is adjacent to the Grand Sea.
The advantage of such a geographical location is that the climate is pleasant with warm winters and cool summers, but the disadvantage is that the weather is unpredictable.
Often the sun may be shining brightly a few minutes ago, and it may rain heavily a few minutes later, or vice versa.
Sylvia left her high heels on the gravel beach, her white feet stepping on the wet sand after the rain. From time to time, the fresh sea breeze blew from the Grant Sea, making her white dress sway in the wind.
From time to time, small shrimps and crabs would peek around her feet, causing Sylvia to squat down and reach out to tease them.
Xia stood not far behind Sylvia, silently admiring the peaceful scenery in front of him.
After completing the Brunstadt family's coming-of-age trial, his status within the family was greatly improved. He was no longer an insignificant outsider, but was qualified to enter the family management.
With Elder Norton's tacit approval, Char no longer had to sneak around to take Sylvia out of the Grand Duke's mansion, but could submit an application to the family openly.
On his shoulder, Chihong transformed himself into a small stellar spirit body, like a fiery red ball, flickering unsteadily with the ups and downs of Xia's mental power.
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As Char's third soul contract object, Red is different from Char's first two soul contracts.
Both Silver and Gilgamesh have a long-standing emotional foundation with Char, so it goes without saying that their souls are very compatible. The master and servant can always display their perfect strength.
However, the contract between Char and Red had just been signed, and the degree of compatibility still needed to be fine-tuned.
So now, almost whenever he has free time, Char will summon Red to cultivate their feelings and deepen their tacit understanding.
Fortunately, their compatibility was not bad. Perhaps it was because of their similar backgrounds. After just a few days of getting along, the degree of compatibility of their souls soared rapidly.
This made Gin, whose seat on Char's left shoulder was taken away, a little jealous, and he began to doubt whether he had been inviting a wolf into the house.
As for Shanshan, she felt like crying but had no tears.
Well, both seats on the left and right are taken, so where should I stay?
Even if he developed a new explosive clay tactic, he still couldn't get rid of his status as a tool monkey...
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Snap——
Snap——
Sylvia ran over on the water and placed a small hermit crab curled up in a shell in Char's palm.
The little hermit crab was a little shy and didn't dare to show its head in Char's palm, just spitting bubbles silently.
At this moment, Char heard Sylvia's exclamation, not words, but just a long breath.
Xia followed Sylvia's gaze and saw a rainbow reflected in the blue sea of the Grand Sea and the sky that had just cleared after the rain.
The mottled rainbow bridge connects the sea and the sky——
It is like the Tower of Babel in mythology, which runs through heaven and earth and was built by the great deeds of mortals.
"I want to go to the other side of the sea."
Sylvia dipped her fingers in sea water and wrote on Char's palm.
The rainbow bridge was reflected in her dark purple eyes, refracting a glass-like brilliance, just like a blooming starry sky.
"Across the Grand Sea... it should be the Golden Plains in the territory of the Princes' Alliance."
"I went there when I was twelve years old. It is said that thousands of years ago, a golden dragon that surpassed the legendary level died on that plain."
“So to this day, the creatures on that plain are still blessed by the gold.”
Char held the ball-like Red in his arms and spoke calmly.
Sylvia listened carefully.
Only after Char finished speaking did she fetch a diary and pen from the side and start writing in the diary.
Since that night, she has become accustomed to communicating with people through writing instead of words.
Sylvia adapted quickly because she had few opportunities to talk to outsiders in her past life, and the few times she did talk were often filled with strangeness and alienation.
After she finished writing, she held up the diary and showed it to Char: "Is it true that every dragon likes to kidnap the princess of the kingdom?"
"That is outright prejudice, or perhaps it is an inexplicable motive that the bards forcibly gave to the dragons as villains in order to create a story shield."
Xia couldn't help but smile.
"Adult pure-blooded dragons are equal to legends, and not every dragon is male. There is no benefit for them to kidnap the princess."
Sylvia nodded seriously, then held the diary upright again, the strokes of the words jumping with some joy.
"What about the airship? Does it really exist, too?"
"With current technology, it should still be in the imagination of the mechanical designers of the Steam Association."
Char summoned the little snow ferret.
"However... in the future, with the advancement of magic technology, airships will be widely used in the military field."
Gin activated Tsukuyomi, and a picture materialized in front of Sylvia's eyes.
There were rows of magnificent giant airships, flying slowly in the sky in a square formation.
The airship is equipped with metal gun muzzles all around, and its interior is engraved with a mysterious energy-gathering magic array, so it can carry out energy-gathering bombardments at any time if needed.
On the hull of the airship is a pattern of a soaring black eagle, which was exhibited by the military of the Foresta Empire at its recent national founding celebration.
Although powerful beastmasters have the ability to change the outcome of a battle, when it comes to wars at the national level, the creations of magical technology should not be underestimated.
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The conversation between the two continued for a long time, until Sylvia's diary was filled with several pages of beautiful handwriting.
Some of her questions seemed very logical, and even contained a lot of philosophical depth, such as the reasons for the changing of seasons and the morphological differences of the same species of pets in different regions.
So, Xia Ya, as a time traveler, came into play with his scientific psychology and explained it to her seriously.
And some of Sylvia's questions seemed a bit nonsensical.
For example, why are those seemingly stronger girl knights always unable to defeat the goblins whose strength on paper is definitely inferior?
Another example is why every time a case breaks out, the city guards and the control bureau, who have clearly received the report long ago, only arrive late after the murderer succeeds.
This forced Char to explain to her over and over again that these were all plot coincidences that the authors had forcibly arranged for the needs of the story, and that they were just fictional stories and should not be taken seriously.
The reason for this contrast is not difficult to understand, because Sylvia's worldview is broken and incomplete.
She had never been outside the capital, nor had she had the opportunity to chat with outsiders.
Every night and every day, she stayed in her own small courtyard, reading the quaint books and story picture books in the family library.
Then, through those lines of boring text, imagine what the world originally looked like... imagine the snow-capped mountains in the far north, the endless golden plains, and the silent and deep Sage's Forest.
Therefore, in the world that Sylvia knew, the female knights were like idiots, either dying in the goblin nest or on the way to dying.
The world is full of demon kings and dragons who kidnap princesses, as well as countless old and incompetent rulers.
Although he was the ruler of a country and controlled the army, he did not lead the army to rescue people himself. Instead, he placed his hopes on a young brave man who had just left the novice village, and the reward he offered was the sharpest sword in the village.
The descendants of the nobles were also very bored, and had to find people of the opposite sex who were hostile to their family to fall in love with. In the end, they would not stop until their families were destroyed and both of them committed suicide for love.
The princes always ignore the princesses of neighboring countries who are equally suitable for them, and instead shamelessly pursue a village girl who knows neither aristocratic etiquette nor how to put on makeup and dress, and who has no good qualities except her kindness.
The two stayed on the beach until the afternoon, until it was getting dark. The tide, shining with the glow of the sunset, splashed on the beach with white water.
Sylvia stared at the dusk sky silently, seeming to be a little unsatisfied.
"Don't be sorry, there will be opportunities."
"When your condition stabilizes and you can freely control the power of the bronze cross..."
"Then we will apply to His Majesty the Grand Duke for permission to go out, and then go and see the world beyond the sea with our own eyes."
Char touched Sylvia's head.
The chestnut hair of the future Blue Silver Witch was very soft, mixed with a little silver.
When Char touched her head, Sylvia did not resist at all, but continued to stare into the distance.
She held the pen and wrote gently on the paper. After a long time, she handed it to Char to read.
"Actually... it doesn't matter if we don't have to go to the other side of the sea."
“Now I am already very satisfied.”
She drooped her eyelids slightly, like a cat that had done something wrong.
Xia's eyes couldn't help but move slightly.
It was not until then that Xia understood why he and Sylvia became so familiar with each other so quickly. He had always been a cautious person who would not easily recognize others - otherwise he would not have been able to get out of Ceylon, which was engulfed by flames and thick smoke.
This is simply because, eight years ago in another time and space, Char also met a cat-like girl who had lost everything like Silvia.
After eight years of getting along, Xia Ya has long been accustomed to the other's company.
The feeling is very special, just like having a black cat. You may not even notice its existence on weekdays, but when it really disappears, every detail in life will make you feel lost.
So much so that when he met Sylvia, Xia unconsciously sensed a sense of familiarity and closeness in Sylvia, as if the two of them were not just meeting for the first time, but had known each other for a long time.
Char turned his eyes away and did not respond to Sylvia's text.
Only he knew that this seemingly ordinary daily life before his eyes could be regarded as the most precious miracle in the future for the entire Cang Ting Principality.
This is the last afterglow of an ancient country. It looks beautiful, but it is like a dream bubble that will shatter at the touch of a finger.
From a purely profit perspective, after completing the third stage of the mission to increase Sylvia's favorability, there was no need for Xia to invest so much thought in her.
In the time and space where Char is, the fate of this ancient country is already determined.
Regardless of whether the historical echoes before his eyes were a reflection of past history or an intersecting parallel world... it didn't matter to Char.
He could completely treat everything in the remnants of history as a game, a game for him to earn rewards for the system's novice missions, and all the people in the remnants of history were equivalent to NPCs in the game.
He could have gone on a killing spree in this highly realistic full stealth game, or used all sorts of unscrupulous and war criminal methods to speed through the game, just as Char had done in countless Paradox games in his previous life.
Anyway, as long as he exits the remnants of history, nothing will happen, and even the most morally savvy saint will not blame him for what he does in a game.
But Xia knew that he couldn't do it.
He doesn't think he is a morally squeamish person, and his quality is never very high. Sometimes he can even be called an inhuman.
But some things are like this, even if you know it is more beneficial, you are still unwilling to do it.
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"I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Char, Ms. Sylvia."
A sound was heard far away at the back of the beach.
This was a member of the Brunstadt family, and his attitude was very respectful.
If Char before the coming of age ceremony was just an insignificant outsider in the family, then Char after the coming of age ceremony became the focus and rookie of the family.
What's more, Xia Ya seems to be highly regarded by the acting head of the family, Elder Norton.
He glanced at Sylvia obscurely, with a hint of rejection and fear, but he did not show it: "Sir Xia, Lord Norton wants you to come over."
"Okay, lead the way."
Xia nodded, touched Sylvia's head, and stood up.
After the coming-of-age ceremony, he stayed in the remnants of history for so long just to wait for the final link of this stage of the mission.
Watching Char's receding back, Sylvia remained on the beach where the light was gradually dimming.
She spread out the diary between her knees and wrote in the dim setting sun.
"Today we are at the Grand Sea again."
"The last time I came here, I was still thinking about committing suicide, but this time, my mood is completely different."
"I saw a rainbow on the beach after the rain. It was so beautiful, like a bridge connecting heaven and earth."
"Brother Char said that a long time ago, a large group of people gathered in a place called Babylon and built a huge tower leading to the gods' realm using burnt bricks and stone lacquer."
"But this action angered the gods in heaven, so they cursed people and made them speak different languages."
"So the people who were once united fell apart, leaving only the unfinished Tower of Babel. What a pity."
"I talked about a lot of things with Brother Char until dusk."
"Being able to meet him on that cold winter night... this may be the luckiest thing in my life."
"I hope, at a time like this—"
"It would be nice if it could last forever..."
——Excerpt from page 9 of "The Diary of the Blue Silver Witch", the 23rd day of the month of germination in the 346th year of the Holy Calendar.
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