Hate me, Miss Witch!

Chapter 410 - 212: He Has Returned (Double Release)

Fourth Epoch, Fresta Empire.

Empire Capital, Black Lily District, Osmanthus Street No. 32.

This place used to be nothing more than an ordinary estate.

Now, however, it has been bestowed the title of Grand Duke’s Residence by those great nobles of the Empire Capital who know the inside story.

The current Queen’s Prince Consort of the Empire is naturally also the future Grand Duke.

Although in reality, Empress Isadella and Shiayar have not yet married, the nobles of the Empire Capital all know of the character of the former Second Princess, who is now Empress Isadella, for whom a word spoken is a word kept.

What she says will inevitably become reality, without wavering for any reason or event.

It is now dusk.

The pale golden sunset slants down from the horizon, leaving a brilliant afterglow in the courtyard of Osmanthus Street No. 32.

The golden-haired girl bathed in the twilight slowly opened her eyes.

"How is it?"

As soon as Enola opened her eyes, she saw pure silver characters dispersing in mid-air.

It was an inquiry from Silvia, the Silver witch.

After spending this time together, Enola had become quite familiar with the Silver witch, who seemed cold on the outside but was essentially not much different from a noble girl.

Looking at the dispersing silver characters in the air, Enola only shook her head slightly.

"Still the same."

"The aura of the Ancient Sun God has dissipated, which means he’s already won."

"I can feel Shiayar’s presence, meaning his will still persists in the spiritual ocean, not completely extinguished in these five hundred years."

"But when exactly he can awaken... I am not sure either."

Soul, spirit, Spirit Realm...

Even in the field of the occult, this is among the most profound and complex parts.

Even with Enola and Silvia now transcending the Throne realm boundary rank, the entire Multiverse holds few secrets for them, yet when it comes to matters of the soul, no one dares to make an assertion.

The only certainty is that there is a notion of lifespan for souls, not something that can persist infinitely, eternally unbroken.

Although in most cases, the flesh of living beings decays away before the soul... but there are exceptions to everything.

In the history of the Black Tower, there was once a powerful Necromancer who went astray while researching reincarnation spells...

To achieve immortality, also to become stronger, they continuously transferred their soul into new vessels, new artificial bodies.

However, every transfer of the soul actually wore down the essence of the soul.

After nearly a hundred such cycles, even though the synthetic bodies the necromancer used were still brand new, the soul itself was worn and battered, nearly collapsing.

Not long after, it extinguished itself.

And such a principle applies to Shiayar as well.

No one knows to what extent his soul and self have been worn down in that prolonged war over these five hundred years.

If the essence of the soul is completely worn down, no matter how intact the body is, it would be nothing but a walking corpse.

Or perhaps... he may awaken again.

But that damaged and tattered soul would lose many things, forgetting many important memories.

"Is that so..."

Beside her, a hint of disappointment crossed Silvia’s silver eyes.

By now, the secret of Shiayar’s use of the Echo of History to traverse time is no longer a secret to Silvia and her kind.

After all, they were the direct victims of Shiayar’s trans-temporal escapades, slow as they might have been to realize it.

Shiayar did not conceal his journey to the First Era from Silvia, Isadella, and the others.

However, the corruption of that Fallen Sun in the First Era also affects them.

So in the end, the only thing that accompanied him to the First Era was Enola’s Sacred Spear Rhongomyniad.

As the true master of the Sacred Spear, Enola naturally became the only channel through which Silvia and Isadella could understand Shiayar’s current situation.

Shiayar’s deeds on the Lost Island during the First Era...

And his decisive fall into the Abyss with the Lost Island.

Spanning across four epochs, they are known to those in the Fourth Epoch who quietly watch over him.

Now, with Shiayar’s slumber of over five hundred years...

All that remains is waiting, along with expectation and hope.

"I understand..."

"A few days ago, Empress Isadella came once, and stayed in this residence for quite a while, but at the time, Ennie, you were in meditation resonating with the Sacred Spear, so I didn’t disturb you."

"The next time she comes, I’ll pass the message to her for you."

Silvia lowered her eyes slightly, suppressing the disappointment in her silver eyes.

Nothing is more unsettling than this indefinite waiting, with hopes rising and fading repeatedly.

"Also."

A hint of hesitation flashed through her eyes.

But soon, those silver characters quietly appeared in the void.

"Ennie..."

"Since the Ancient Sun God has fallen and the wager in the Spiritual World has concluded, you should take a rest now."

"The soul wear and tear from crossing different times... Even the Throne cannot withstand it for too long."