Hate me, Miss Witch!

Chapter 405 - 209: Am I Qualified to Be Your Heroine Now? (Double-Length)

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In the Astral Realm, every seemingly insignificant star has been a celestial body for tens of millions of years.

Because of this, the concept of time here naturally differs from that of the Western Continent, passing extremely slowly.

The stars fade away and are reborn anew.

Ebb and flow, rise and fall.

No one knows how long this cycle has continued.

In the next moment, the pitch-black rift spreading in the Astral Realm suddenly came to a halt along with the surging spatial tides in the same instant.

The next instant.

Snap...

Accompanied by a crisp sound.

The sound of something shattering echoed.

Then, a fraction of a breath later.

Scorching Silver light burst forth from the depths of the entire Astral Realm.

Vast Magic Power, accompanied by profound mystery, transformed into a massive wave.

Originating from the distant depths of the Astral Realm, it spread unceasingly.

And reached every corner of the Astral Realm.

Even, in the Main Material Plane, within the Western Continent, those false gods busy competing for followers, using human kingdoms as pawns to divide faith, could also perceive it.

Seconds later, that tumultuous wave gradually calmed down.

The Astral Realm once again returned to its original state.

Cold, quiet, eternally unchanging.

And beneath the backdrop of the starry sky——

Hathaway slowly opened her eyes.

Her left eye was no longer the beautiful light gold it once was.

Instead, it was unfathomably deep and scorching.

Wherever her gaze fell, the space twisted and simmered with Silver light.

"First-Class Control."

"Concentrate."

A hoarse, emotionless voice slowly resounded.

The voice was pleasant, reminiscent of a girl’s voice, yet carried a sense of antiquity and nostalgia, as if it spanned across long ages.

To this day, she was no longer the slightly naive Golden Elf girl she once was on the Lost Island.

Hathaway gently closed her left eye.

And that scorching Silver light, along with the eternal spatial fluctuations, was gradually gathered and calmed.

"Teacher Shaar..."

"You once taught me that no one can defeat a wizard armed to the teeth."

"In other words, each wizard must have their own trump card and ace in the hole."

Hathaway’s left eye closed, while her remaining right eye retained the light gold beauty of the Golden Elf Tribe.

She looked at the boundless pitch-black Astral Realm, lost in thought...

"And now, I suppose——"

"I too possess a trump card of my own."

"From this day onward... my left eye must never be opened again."

"Unless it is to take the life of another, to annihilate formidable foes within the twisted Void Magic..."

"Heh..."

The Golden Elf couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle.

However, in that laughter, there was no joy found in acquiring a new trump card, mastering a skill kept under wraps.

Instead, there was an indescribable sentiment.

"In the end, loneliness lingers around anyone for too long."

"If you were by my side, you would probably smile and clap, then say, ’Master, you’ve finally graduated from my tutelage.’"

"If that were the case, then my mood might indeed be significantly lighter."

"But, just as you said."

"Even if one opens a rare treasure of golden rarity from a chest, without a companion by their side to share the joy with."

"So, no matter how rare the item, it is still somewhat lacking in the joy it should bring."

She gently extended her pale white fingers and lightly tapped in the void.

Melodious ancient Elvish language sang softly from Hathaway’s lips, beautiful with a hint of poetic rhythm.

The next moment.

Pale golden magic power sketched the image of a simple book in the void beside Hathaway.

On the pages, lines of mysterious and ancient text flowed by, carrying complex torrents of information.

"Hathaway. Book of the Spirit World"

Able to directly use one’s own spiritual power as a medium to establish a communication channel with the subconscious ocean of the Spirit Realm.

Then, in the form of a book, directly seek out the answers needed from the subconscious ocean of the Spirit Realm, turning them into an information stream manifesting on what is called the "Book of the Spirit World."

In Hathaway’s eyes, the thousands of flowing complex words were reflected.

Such an amount of information is enough to easily burst the soul of a legendary powerful pro. For a typical demigod, it would also exceed the limits of their spiritual power, bringing significant backlash and aftereffects.

However, at this moment, Hathaway seemed to handle it with ease, without even furrowing her brow once.

These five hundred years were not spent in vain.

If, when she emerged from the illusory Black Tower Great Library created by Shiayar, she had just barely surpassed the legendary boundary and entered the so-called domain of the Throne.

Then after drifting for those five hundred years, with that long accumulation and sedimentation, in Hathaway’s self-awareness, she had reached the end of that Throne.

And after completing the containment of "Silverfire," or the "Magic Goddess’s Mystical Fire," progressing even further beyond the limits.

At this moment, after fully releasing, with no holding back, and completely unleashing the might of the Silverfire, even Hathaway herself could not quite determine what rank she could ultimately reach.

The only thing she could be certain of was one thing—

"Teacher Shaar..."

"Over five hundred years ago, because of worrying about me, you chose to shoulder everything alone, to bear everything..."

"Yet from beginning to end, until you fell into the abyss with the Lost Island, you never even revealed any slight information or plans to me."

"I can certainly understand your concerns..."

"Back then, I was too naive, too immature, harboring unrealistic fantasies. If you had discussed with me or revealed the plan, it’s very likely I would have failed to conceal my thoughts and been detected as unusual by the former Sun God, which would have raised his vigilance."

"Or, to put it simply and bluntly."

"I was too weak back then, weak to the extent that if involved in your plan, I would only get hurt... That’s why you had to go to great lengths to exclude me from the plan."

The Golden Elf extended her pale white fingers and lightly tapped in the Astral Realm.

Magic sketched a pale golden outline in the void.

It was the outline of a human boy, with black hair and black eyes, seemingly always carrying a smile.

And Hathaway just stared blankly at the silhouette of that human boy.

In the slightly opened pale golden right eye, a faint brilliance was slowly accumulating.

Like a volcano before eruption, silent yet ready to burst forth with tremendous force at any moment.

"But, Teacher Shaar."

"People grow, elves are no exception."

"Now, I should no longer be a burden..."

"But can help you, truly become your support, standing by your side now..."

"And also..."

She gently opened her mouth, uttering a voiceless whisper.

"Drifting in the Astral Realm, countless times I thought of extinguishing myself, of just sleeping away in the Astral Realm, never to wake again."

"Yet every time, in the end, your figure would appear before my eyes."

"Because I have never forgotten the last words you left for me back then."

"They were your expectations for me, and also the only motivation that supported me to complete this long journey through the Astral Realm."

Hathaway pressed her lips together.

Then, for the first time, a smile appeared on that cold face.

"Not just a simple relationship between master and disciple..."

"But something further?"

"Shiayar..."

"Now, I am qualified to become your ’Master Shaar’."

"To become that captivating—"

"’Heroine’ in your story?"