Hate me, Miss Witch!

Chapter 390 - 203: Every Journey Has an End

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The world is collapsing.

It’s not a grandiose description, but a true reality.

The lowest level of that dark palace has already disintegrated into countless fragments, some scattering, others peeling away downward.

Then, they sank into the turbulent sea.

It’s not just the palace within this World Tree Fragment Plane.

Also, the entirety of the former Elven Royal Court itself.

The glorious Sacred Spear pierced through the night, allowing the light of day to once again shower this Royal Court.

But, at this moment.

The Royal Court, bathed in sunlight, is also being pierced by that magnificent Sacred Spear.

And then, they fall together.

However, Hathaway, and the Black Tower she resides in.

Just as Shiayar once recounted stories to Hathaway.

This Black Tower, created by Shiayar with his heart’s desire—resembling the ideal Utopia named "Avalon" in myth and legend.

Has isolated all destruction, all annihilation, beyond The Tower.

The Lost Island, and the ruins of countless remnants, thus fall along with that Sacred Spear towards the infinitely dark and desolate ocean abyss.

And along with it, from the falling Lost Island comes—

The laughter, so familiar to Hathaway, of a young man.

"With me—"

"Fall into the abyss together!"

The majestic sound echoes throughout the entire Lost Island, between the sky and the ocean.

"Teacher Shaar..."

At this moment, Hathaway finally understood everything.

From beginning to end, everything Shiayar did—

Whether it was this meticulously planned journey, or this grand upheaval overturning the entire Lost Island.

The root cause—

Still, was for her.

Only, the means Shiayar used were far more intense and determined than Hathaway had previously imagined.

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Plop—

A crisp sound rang out.

Jolting Hathaway, who was staring dazedly at the scene within the distant water curtain, back to reality.

All she saw was an illusory book unexpectedly falling from the bookshelf inside The Tower.

As it fell mid-air, the illusory book suddenly opened.

Then, line by line, clear and distinct words began to appear on the book.

It was Shiayar’s handwriting. Hathaway had seen his writing countless times while learning magic from him, exactly the same as this moment.

Along with it, came the words so familiar to Hathaway.

"Hey hey hey, can you hear me?"

"Ahem, in short, Hathaway."

"These words, I should have said them to you face to face..."

"But previously, that old Sun God was in a state of full recovery, our conversation could be overheard by Him, so I’m telling you in this way."

"When you see this book and hear these words—"

"I should no longer be in the Main Material Plane, but with that creator of the Glorious Era, we have gone to another world."

"Or perhaps not, phrased this way might be misleading, making you think I’ve gone with Him to die, but in short, I am not dead yet."

"If all goes well, I should be on the inside of the Main Material Plane, the inside of the world, which you may also call the Abyss."

Shiayar’s words were very calm, in stark contrast to the Golden Elf whose figure was trembling slightly as she watched those illusory lines of text.

"To be honest, I’m a bit reluctant..."

"After all, I just met such a beautiful Golden Elf, have been with you for just a few months, didn’t even get to confirm each other’s feelings, let alone confess or kiss..."

"And now I’m leaving you like this, going to another world with someone who’s lived for God knows how many years, whose gender I can’t even figure out, anyone would be upset."

"But—"

His words paused slightly.

Then, they carried a hint of lament.

"It’s the only way."

"With the Sacred Spear, suppress me and Him, along with the Lost Island bearing the curse of the old Era, in the deepest part of the Abyss forever."

"This way, no matter the outcome of my struggle with Him."

"Even if He eventually wins and successfully seizes my body, He will still be suppressed by the Sacred Spear inside the world, unable to interfere with you in the Main Material Plane."

"Hathaway, you can continue to live safely and happily, free to do whatever you want."

"Of course, this is the worst-case scenario."

Shiayar’s tone slightly rose.

"In fact, I don’t think I’ll lose to him."

"After all, it’s just an old man, in terms of youth, I’m much stronger than that old undead creature who’s lived for countless years."

"So, don’t worry too much about me."

"Maybe for me, this is not a crisis or calamity, but an opportunity."

"He wants to seize my body, yet he doesn’t know I also crave to defeat the old crone and collect gold coins."

"The remnants of the creator of the Glorious Era who once ascended the Throne of Heaven, I’m also quite covetous of them."

The young man’s voice carried little tension.

Even contained a bit of banter, as if at this moment he was indeed going to seek out the old crone to collect gold coins.

But, in Hathaway’s ears—

The words only made her heart grow colder.

As if falling into an ice cave.

Anyone could see, these were just words of comfort from Shiayar.