Chapter 165 Sylvia, You Came at the Right Time (7k)

Meow~

Hidden in the dusk, the white cat came roaring in a hurry. As soon as it approached the palace, it heard Isadella's words echoing in the palace.

As a result, its figure suddenly staggered and almost fell out of the dusk.

It seems like... I came at the wrong time?

Such thoughts just occurred.

The next moment, the white cat heard Char's pleasant chuckle; "No, Sylvia."

"You came just in time."

He waved slightly.

Immediately afterwards, the elegant white cat felt his body become lighter.

It actually fell out of the dusk halo.

When it came back to consciousness again, it felt like it had fallen into a solid and powerful embrace.

A hand that was not very strong, but had well-defined joints, gently stroked the white cat's body.

The faint warmth contained between the knuckles made the white cat feel a little distracted for a moment.

But soon, the vaguely aware something was wrong made the white cat quickly come back to his senses.

Although it is just a spiritual incarnation of Sylvia's own spiritual power, it is still a throne-level spiritual power, and it holds the authority of the twilight divinity.

In terms of the personality of this white cat-like spiritual incarnation alone, it is also a legendary existence. When necessary, he can mobilize his authority and possess the combat power close to the throne.

If not, Sylvia would not have left a spiritual incarnation to look after Char's safety, but she would have let him return to the White Tower headquarters to handle matters.

However, even though he had relaxed his guard when facing Brother Char just now, he also briefly broke his guard because he heard the conversation between Isadella and Brother Char.

Perhaps it is quite incredible to be able to grab this incarnation of yourself from the twilight realm and hold it directly into your arms with such an understatement.

And, the most important thing is——

It was clear that I had only had a few thoughts just now, and I hadn't had time to express them yet, but Brother Xia Ya seemed to be able to hear my own thoughts and started talking directly.

this……

Although this is only a spiritual incarnation after all, and does not have an actual physical body, the interaction with the spirit world will be more direct, and it is easier to penetrate the fluctuations of mental power. Moreover, he is unprepared when facing Brother Xia Ya, let alone establishing a cognitive barrier. Such defensive measures.

But even ordinary demigods and thrones should never see through their own thoughts so easily.

"After all, I stayed in the embers of the fantasy zone for so long."

"Even if it's an elm head, it should have grown a bit, right?"

"What's more, your brother Char has never been a loser, but a genius who has passed the Brunstadt family's coming-of-age ceremony and obtained the silver spirit contract of your family's guardian beast."

The pleasant chuckle sounded in the white cat's ears again.

It was still the words that seemed to penetrate the soul.

Xia Ya looked at the white cat in her arms with confused eyes and a body that gradually became limp: "Sylvia, do you still remember what I said to you in the letter when we parted in Lugia's hotel? "

He smiled slightly: "I said, I want to be in that fantasy zone and try to experience the changes of time and the feeling of time passing by."

"Because I always feel guilty for you. I can't accept my random behavior like playing a game in the reverberations of history, so I let you bear the responsibility of burying myself for five hundred years because of a memory and a vow. The weight of body and hard work.”

"If I didn't experience something similar myself, then I wouldn't be able to forgive the person I was."

"And now-"

"I'm back."

Xia Ya's words paused slightly.

"Just as I promised at the time."

"This time, I can hug you without any grudges, scruples, and debts."

He picked up the white cat, and the calm voice whispered in the white cat's ears.

"Sylvia, I look forward to meeting you 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, his entire mind lost its ability to resist.

The frenzy called "love" and "joy" washed away the core spiritual power, making the white cat's figure become a bit illusory, as if it would collapse at any time.

"Meow meow meow~ (Brother Xia Ya, I will let this incarnation go back first.)"

A meager twilight light emerges.

The white cat struggled to jump out of Char's arms, then staggered and disappeared into the dusk.

With Xia'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 Xia's brother will be exposed.

Taishe is dead.

…

Golden plain, white tower.

The plane of eternal sleep.

This was once the cemetery where the founder of the White Tower, the Silver Witch Sylvia, buried herself.

It's just that when the ancient witch woke up from her long sleep and walked the world again, the sleeping plane that she originally regarded as her tomb also had a second spring. Under Sylvia's instruction, it was destroyed by the White Tower. Wizards made various modifications.

The dilapidated palace, which was originally withered and frozen in the dusk, was renovated and rebuilt, becoming vibrant again.

From what was revealed to the White Tower's high-level officials such as Isveta, 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 more magnificent.

But why is it that the White Tower's master's residence is obviously for himself, but 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 White Tower's master who made such a request knows.

In the wide hall, the silver-haired witch sat on the silver main seat.

The illusory dim yellow wings fell down from her back layer by layer, and she herself was holding a delicate glass wine glass in her hand and shaking it slightly.

The pair of pure silver beautiful eyes stared at the swaying red wine in the glass, and was in a trance.

Below, the deputy tower master of the White Tower, "Silent Singer" Isveta, was standing by respectfully, reporting on the various dynamics after the White Tower truly intervened in the situation of the Western Continent.

"According to your will, not only in the imperial capital, but also in major cities of the empire, the White Tower branch towers have been opened."

"During this period, the cults of the Lost Realm have frequently moved within the empire, and our White Tower has also assisted the administrative bureaus and military departments in various parts of the empire to help combat the activities of the cults."

"However, such a large-scale construction of branch towers will also require a large amount of White Tower's reserve resources..."

"That is his hometown."

The light golden text appeared in the void, and it also blocked the possibility of Isveta continuing to make suggestions.

"I understand."

Isveta nodded, and was about to say something again.

The next moment-

Crack.

The sound of glass breaking was heard.

Isveta raised her head in confusion.

I only saw the glass wine glass in the hands of the silver-haired witch being crushed violently, turning into scattered crystal glass fragments, and the red wine spilled all over the ground.

In the pair of originally lazy blue silver eyes, light suddenly began to flow.

Who on earth could make the tower master lose his composure like this... What the hell.

As a subordinate of the White Tower, I witnessed the whole process of the blue silver witch reviving from the long sleeping plane.

If I say that in the first few times, Ishveta would be surprised why her tower master, who was high above her, would show such a loss of composure.

But after a few times, Ishveta had already figured out the temperament of this blue silver witch.

Don't look at her usual appearance of being extremely cold.

But in fact, in the body of the high witch, there is a little thought of a young girl in love.

And the person who can make Sylvia lose her composure like this.

In the entire Western Continent, there is naturally only that person.

"I see, so that man is back."

"And Your Highness Silvia is leaving the White Tower again, leaving all those affairs to me, right?"

Isveta sighed helplessly.

The slender figure on the throne also looked over in surprise.

"How did you know?"

This kind of thing, combined with Your Highness's past style, you can guess it even with your toes.

Isveta sighed and suppressed the urge to complain in her heart: "Tower Master, you can go find him without worry."

"Leave the White Tower's affairs to me."

After saying that, she skillfully exited the Long Sleep Plane and returned to the White Tower in the main material plane.

There is no way, I'm used to it.

Although the Blue Silver Witch Silvia came from five hundred years ago.

But after these days of getting along, Isveta felt that in terms of psychological age, she was more like the elder of this Blue Silver Witch.

As Sylvia's family, I naturally have to worry about the lifelong affairs of my tower master.

After all, my tower master is a leftover woman of more than 500 years old. Even if she has a whole white tower as a dowry, what should she do if she can't get married?

In an instant, Sylvia was the only one left on the silver throne in the hall of the long sleeping plane.

She looked at the direction where Ishveta disappeared and blinked in surprise.

But soon, her beautiful silver eyes could no longer conceal the ripples and waves.

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 finally came back."

"Although his appearance has not changed, I can clearly feel that Brother Char has changed a lot."

"I really envy Xiao Ai. It was only three months for us, but she was able to stay with Brother Char and grow up with him little by little in ten years."

"And I clearly felt it."

"Brother Char has become more familiar to me now..."

Sylvia looked at the dim sky in the distance, and the glimmer of dusk was reflected in her beautiful silver eyes.

In the remnants of history, Char was a savior to Sylvia, saving her from the dark quagmire.

Although the two spent only one year together in the ancient country of Cang Ting, in Sylvia's eyes, Char was an omnipotent hero. Wherever he took her, it was fun, and all kinds of interesting things happened everywhere.

But when the two met again at the dinner party five hundred years later.

Although the feelings had not deteriorated.

However, the throne and the four rings, the towering Lord of the White Tower and a student of Saint Laurent College.

The worlds of difference in strength, identity, situation, and status... have destined that the relationship between Xia Ya and Sylvia will never return to what it was five hundred years ago.

But at this moment, recalling the true feelings conveyed by the spiritual incarnation of her white cat, she clearly felt that the familiar feeling was back.

When Chara touched herself, Sylvia felt that everything had returned to that cold winter night and the raging Grant Sea.

At that time, the same pair of hands with clear joints pulled her out of the icy cold sea water and gave her a new life.

That moment, exactly this moment.

Everything seemed to be back to the beginning. She was no longer the silver witch who had ascended the throne, but was just the unpopular only daughter of the head of the family. She followed the young man every day and shouted "Xia." Brother Ya".

Plain, simple, but very satisfying.

"Actually, I...I just want to be by your side like before."

Juanxiu's golden handwriting paused.

It took Sylvia a long time to calm down the ups and downs of emotions in her heart, and she continued to read the next memories of the spiritual incarnation.

Then, a blush quickly spread over her pretty face.

Juanxiu's handwriting was written on the diary again.

"Brother Xia Ya, have you actually reached this point? You can even detect some fluctuations in my spiritual incarnation's thoughts."

"Fortunately my avatar is fast."

Sylvia couldn't help but cover her face.

If he ran a step slower, Xia Ya's brother knew that he had actually thought about it more than once in his mind, and wanted to use magic to restrain him in a small dark room, and then go into battle and force him to get the first blood, and live a life. If you have a happy sex life day and night.

Then the life of the owner of the White Tower is probably over.

"but……"

After a long time, words appeared above the diary again.

"Such a brother, Char—"

"Good attack!"

——Excerpt from "Diary of the Blue Silver Witch", page 705, year 903 of the Holy Calendar, Summer Flower Month, 30th.

Snap.

The ancient book closed suddenly.

The glow of dusk flickered.

When the light dissipated, the sleeping plane also returned to silence.

And the graceful figure on the throne has disappeared in the crystal cracks in space.

…

"You are the first man to dare to flirt with another woman in front of me so openly."

In the side palace, Isadella crossed her arms and calmly watched the interaction between Char and the white cat.

"certainly."

Xia Ya nodded as he watched the white cat flee and disappear into the light of dusk.

"I am His Majesty's first man, and I will also be your last man."

"Your Neptune love talk is still as skillful 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 also such a direct confession, especially the statement "White hair and red eyes are my ideal type", which is still impressive to Isadella now.

She originally thought that these were words used by Xia Ya to disguise herself, but now it seems that many of them are his true words.

Speaking of which, in the main material plane, that was only half a year ago.

But in both Char's and Isadella's eyes, they felt like they were in another world.

"That's a genuine compliment."

"Your Majesty, all of your characteristics, whether it's white hair, red pupils, or the attributes of Princess Ji in military uniform, they all fall right in my strike zone."

Xia Ya's eyes also showed a trace of nostalgia. For him, that was 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 have sex with a man's ultimate ideal in classmate Diris's dream."

"But now I can get what I want in reality and act like an animal at will."

Isadella didn't resist.

She just raised her head slightly and looked up at the profile of the boy in front of her.

"Forget it, Miss Aurora. As the last remnant of the Winter Flower family, the empire owes her a debt. I also know that she would rather commit suicide than leave you."

"Draw a clear line between you and those other women, especially Sylvia."

"I can ask Diris to bring all her kin from the abyss and weave dreams for you every night. The succubus' dream is enough to satisfy all your lusts and fantasies, far more than what can be achieved in reality. It’s more exciting.”

Diris, the light bulb on the side: "?"

"Let's forget it. Forget it, Dirisi. I'm not familiar with the other succubi ladies."

"It would be bad if the passivity of "Beautiful Boy EX" is triggered again, causing them to miss their entire life. "

Xia Ya shook his head.

"Besides, I don't think there is a conflict between philanthropy and responsibility."

"I made a promise to Sylvia. When I come back, she will be my fiancée. This is a man's promise, which is both a responsibility and an obligation."

"If not, I should have just sat back and watched His Majesty die along with the fantasy belt in reality."

Isadella sighed: "I knew it."

However, after hesitating for a moment, she still allowed Xia Ya to take her into his arms without struggling or resisting.

"As a perfect monarch of a country, I should not leave myself with weaknesses and weaknesses. After all, people with weaknesses mean they will compromise step by step."

"But there is no way, my weaknesses and weaknesses already exist, and it seems that they cannot be removed."

Xia Ya smiled: "But on the other hand, people are only human beings because they have weaknesses, not the superior gods."

"To be honest, I still like the current majesty better than the cold and serious princess when we first met, because the current majesty is more humane and no longer a perfect political machine with no emotions."

Xia Ya paused for a moment: "As for being able to become His Majesty's weakness, that is my honor."

"Yeah, time can change a lot of things."

“A year ago, I probably wouldn’t have imagined that it would be what it is today.”

Isadella did not deny it: "From the moment I was born, I have always lived in response to the expectations of others."

"My father hopes that I will be the heir to the imperial throne and the master of resurgence who can lead the revival of the empire that has gone downhill."

"As for the ministers and nobles...some of them have the same expectations of me as my father."

"There are also people who have malicious expectations for me, hoping that I will be willing to degenerate and join in their mischief, so as to maintain the interests of vested interest groups."

"In order to respond to the expectations of the world, I put on the mask called the "Second Princess of the Empire" and learned to become flawless and become the person expected by all people. "

"No matter what you do, you must think carefully. You must give up your leisurely mind of singing about butterflies and loving flowers. You are not allowed to have deep friendship with anyone of the same age. You are not even allowed to have feelings for your contracted beasts... because these will become enemies who study me in every possible way. When you want to target me."

The breeze blew through the palace, scattering the embers of the black flames.

Isadella looked at the night outside the palace: "In the past, I lived like this - like a mirror, showing the perfect posture that meets the expectations of others."

"The people of the empire and the ministers are cheering that a rejuvenating master will appear in the empire."

"The light reflected by that mirror was so dazzling that no one ever cared about the little girl named Isadella under that mirror."

"I live for my father and the ministers, for the thousands of people, and for the empire. I am so used to responding to others that I have never had expectations for myself."

"It's not that I don't want to...it's that I neither know how to do it nor dare to do it."

She turned her head and looked at Char.

"This attitude lasted until you appeared, Xia Ya, and then it changed. I had expectations for you, even though I didn't even notice it at the beginning -"

"What kind of expectations?"

"I don't know." Isadella turned her gaze to the imperial capital in the distance under the night sky: "This feeling is very vague. If you have to say it out, it's like the witch hunting you once said."

"If I was hung on the stake as a witch, I would not expect anyone to come to save me. As for whether they would come to save me, I don't care."

"Because for all the evil in this world, being burned on the stake in exchange for God's forgiveness is what the world expects of me."

"But -" Isadella paused slightly: "If you didn't immediately ride through the crowd on your white horse and cut off the torture rack with one sword, then I should be very angry."

Xia couldn't help but smile: "Shouldn't we drive the mecha black knight and directly use a nuclear explosion to level the place?"

"Then what should I do if I am also evaporated by the nuclear explosion?" The silver-haired queen also smiled: "This expectation should not exist in the first place. Just like the stray dog ​​I adopted when I was very young, the ministers used it My father was persuaded by the reason that it had an unknown origin and might be the carrier of an enemy warlock's curse, and then he mercilessly threw it to death in front of me."

"But now, I want to try... to put some expectations on others."

"It's like in that wrong history, someone wanted to bring me back to reality from the fantasy zone even if it went against the general trend of history."

"Speaking of which, 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 that Your Majesty, when you asked this question before, you wanted to try the pleasure of facing a tauren in front of Xi Bao..."

Xia Ya thought for a while: "Today will be one year later."

"So long? Why?"

Isadella paused: "If possible, I would rather hold the wedding sooner."

"Because I think, if you give me another year, I can solve all the hidden dangers on the Western Continent."

"And the Western Continent should be able to completely enter the stable Fifth Age."

After hearing Char's answer, Isadella couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.

"I can feel that you are very strong now... But at the transition from the Third Era to the Fourth Era, it took us more than ten years to pacify even just the area of ​​Esgania."

"What's more, opening up the Fifth Age..."

Her delicate brows frowned slightly, but soon relaxed again.

"But, I believe you."

Isadela moved her body closer to Char: "There are several legendary cults around the imperial capital. They are not complete descents like the Lord of Ashes, but they are also half-body descent rituals."

"What do you want to do?"

"If the descent ritual is stopped in advance... then even if those believers are killed, the power of faith and divine power will still remain."

Char thought for a while: "In this case, it is better to let them complete those half-body descent rituals."

"The era of gods walking on the earth will surely begin. It is inevitable. It is better to take the initiative to weaken their power in advance."

When hearing Char's proposal, Diris, who was listening on the side, suddenly had cold sweat on his forehead.

Although Char said it calmly, in the eyes of anyone, this idea is no different from dancing on the edge of a knife.

Even if it is only the half-body descent of the evil god, it has not descended in its entirety.

But the complete half-body of the evil god has also surpassed the legendary level and touched the realm of demigods.

If it was just one, it would be fine, but the aura that erupted in the imperial capital at this moment was clearly six.

Even if Char had the power of the throne at this moment, it was almost impossible for Isadella and Char to fight against six demigods, even with the blessing of the holy sword.

This thought had just arisen.

The next moment, Diris heard Char's words continue to ring: "As for your majesty, just watch me here."

His eyes fell on the place where the magnificent auras gathered in the distance.

Char could feel that a huge mystery was falling from the astral realm, infusing the body of faith condensed in the main material plane.

And those auras also grew and expanded.

From legend to demigod.

"I hope that my return can have a stage that matches it."

"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 Isadella of the past, she would definitely not agree to Char's arrangement and would definitely go to the battle in person.

The only thing you can trust in this world is your own strength. This is the principle that Isadella, as a princess, has been instilled with since she was a child.

But at this moment.

The silver-haired new queen suddenly smiled, and the ice and snow melted, which was beautiful.

"Okay."