Hate me, Miss Witch!

Chapter 399 - 206: He Is My Lover (Double-Length)

Although all are legends, they are not on the same level as other legends, there is a qualitative difference.

It is said that Elder Lilianna was born before the Royal Court fell into the Abyss and personally experienced that great fall.

Moreover, according to the ancient records in the Royal Court Great Library, before this, the Gray Elf Tribe, being a peripheral race within the Royal Court, did not participate in the Council and did not have the qualifications to interfere with the top decisions of the Royal Court.

It was not until the Royal Court fell into the Abyss, and Elder Lilianna grew and rose, that she fought for a place for the Gray Elf Tribe in the Council with her immense power.

Moreover, she is also the elf closest to that mysterious and unpredictable leader in the Royal Court.

Although Elder Lilianna’s appearance still looks like a maiden, the age of the elf clan cannot be measured by appearance.

Within the Elven Royal Court, besides the leader, no matter who they are, they display a respectful expression upon seeing Lilianna.

For the Gray Elf Tribe, it’s a sincere respect and admiration.

However, for the other branches of elves, it might just be mere "obedience."

"No need for formalities..."

"Neither the leader nor Sister Hathaway actually likes too much formality."

The Grey Elf Girl waved her hand.

She slightly turned her head and looked at the earlier Grey Elf wandering poet.

"What you guessed is actually not wrong."

"Otherwise, do you think someone as powerful as the leader would stay for long in the desolate Royal Court... Just for the sake of we who are insignificant in her eyes?"

"The leader, the reason she’s been guarding here for these five hundred years, staying at the bottom of this desolate, barren abyss—"

"It’s actually just for..."

"For someone."

"For... someone?"

The wandering poet spoke blankly.

"Elder Lilianna, who is the person you say made the leader willing to guard here for five hundred years?"

The moment he spoke, he regretted it.

Evidently, there was a great secret in this, the kind that even Elder Lilianna avoids speaking of.

It might even be tied to the fundamental reason the Royal Court fell into the Abyss over five hundred years ago.

However, his curiosity and thirst for knowledge as a wandering poet drove him to ask the question without thinking.

But upon asking, the elder in front of him did not show displeasure or refusal as the wandering poet anticipated.

Lilianna’s gray-black beautiful eyes also carried a bit of complexity.

"I am not sure."

"I only saw him once when I was very small, still a little girl."

"At that time, the Royal Court had not fallen into the Abyss, but was an island on an endless sea, shrouded in an eternal night."

"And at that time, life for both the Gray Elf Tribe and the entire Royal Court was far less prosperous than it is now... The bloodlines of the whole elf clan were rife with a contaminated curse, with most elves having a lifespan of less than two hundred years, far shorter than it is now."

Lilianna’s beautiful eyes flashed with the color of reminiscence.

She seemed to have returned to when she was still a little girl in a Grey Elf settlement, hiding behind her elders, seeing for the first time next to Sister Hathaway, that black-haired, black-eyed human boy.

Now, over five hundred years have passed.

The Grey Elf Girl who saw the splendor of the galaxy back then has now become a pillar of the Elven Royal Court, a true legend.

And whether it’s the Golden Elf, Sister Hathaway, who took good care of the Gray Elf Tribe, or that black-haired, black-eyed human boy, they have long since disappeared for a long time.

Within the Elven Royal Court, they have long become mere lines of text in ancient books, elusive legends.

"To be honest, I’m also very curious."

"What kind of magic power does that person possess?"

"To make the leader, make Sister Hathaway, so unforgettable of him."

Lilianna’s gaze lingered outside the city walls of the ancient city, amidst the swirling wind and snow, with a hint of curiosity and exploration.

"Also, what kind of person could he be..."

"To have such a scenery in his mindscape."

Ordinary people’s mind landscapes are usually majestic and beautiful palaces or flower-filled gardens, all beautiful things, representing the so-called ’ideal destination.’

But that human, his mind landscape, is such a snow-filled ice field.

That mindscape is so intense that it even manifested into reality, permanently transforming lava and seas of fire into the snowy plains of today.

What does this snowfield mean to him then?

Is it his hometown?

...

Until Lilianna passed through the passage of the City of Wind and Snow.

At the very center of the Royal Court, within the palace shrouded in faint night.

In her mind, she was still immersed in the reminiscence of earlier.

It wasn’t until the cool shadowy door appeared in her sight that she came back to her senses and gently knocked on the door.

"Enter."

A melodious and elegant voice came from within.

Hearing the response, Lilianna finally pushed open the door and entered.

Upon entering, what met her eyes was the bright and clear sunlight.

Forming an incredibly pronounced contrast with the shadows and night engulfing the entire palace.

The bright sunlight poured down through the glass openings in the dome.

The sunlight shone upon the ice-sealed throne.

On the throne, the side profile of a young man was outlined in the faint morning light, his contours deep and skin seemingly translucent.

His eyes were slightly closed, as if resting in a midday nap.

If—

—one overlooked the pure Silver lance piercing through his chest.

The black-haired, black-skirted girl was slightly leaning beside the iron throne, holding a damp towel in her hand as if she had just finished wiping his face.

"So, Lily..."

The girl in the black skirt slowly lifted her crimson gold eyes.

"The sunlight source I created, simulated... isn’t it indistinguishable from the real sun?"

Lilianna nodded: "No difference, Leader."

She hadn’t really seen real sunlight either, only once glimpsed a fleeting day when the Lost Island fell into the Abyss and the Sacred Spear pierced the night.

However, that fleeting light was enough to etch it into her memory forever.

"That’s good."

The girl in the black skirt nodded in satisfaction.

"My authority specializes in night and shadow, while the sun and light... are precisely the areas I’m least adept at."

"To adjust the texture of the light to be indistinguishable from the real sun, the simulation and adjustment took me several years... luckily the result is decent."

"But, it can’t be helped..."

She slightly turned to look at the sleeping young man on the throne.

A fleeting gleam flashed in her crimson gold slit eyes: "After all..."

"A plant that has slept too long..."

"If it doesn’t get enough sunlight, its complexion won’t look too good, right?"

"Leader..."

Lilianna opened her mouth, but hesitated to speak.

At this moment.

Her curiosity about the relationship between the black-skirted girl who was her leader and the young man on the throne reached its peak.

But in the end, Lilianna suppressed the urge to ask.

However, in the next moment.

As if seeing through Lilianna’s thoughts.

The girl in the black skirt looked down at Lilianna, a mischievous smile suddenly forming on her flawless face like ice and snow.

"Lily..."

"Are you curious about my relationship with Shiayar?"

Lilianna resisted the urge to nod and shook her head: "No, Leader, I’m not."

Knowing too much is never a good thing.

Those who know, understand.

However, the mischief in the girl in the black skirt’s words grew even stronger.

"It’s okay, Lily."

"It’s not something shameful, so even if I tell you, it’s no big deal."

She looked at the young man on the throne behind her, a slight grin on her lips.

"Shiayar, he is—"

"My lover."

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