Hate me, Miss Witch!

Chapter 411 - 212: He Has Returned (Double Release)

In the end, Silvia finally spoke these words.

As both had occupied the Throne, she too had once sealed herself inside the White Tower, passing five hundred years of time...

Silvia knew very well what Enola had been through during this period.

The time flow between the Echo of History and the outside, between the First Era and the Fourth Epoch, was different.

Clearly, in the Fourth Epoch, only a few months had passed.

But in the First Era, over five hundred years had already gone by.

This difference in the flow of time had little impact on either Shiayar in the First Era or Silvia in the Fourth Epoch.

After all, both lived in the real world, experiencing the flow of time at the current time node.

However, Enola was in the Fourth Epoch while using the power of the Soul Pact, attaching her will to the Sacred Spear in the First Era.

The differing time flow between the First Era and the Fourth Epoch forced Enola to endure a hundredfold, thousandfold scale of memory wash in a very short real-time period.

It was as if a young child was forcibly filled with a century-old elder’s life experiences... Such immense tearing sensation could drive any Transcendent below the Legendary level insane, even causing a soul to collapse.

Although Enola had attained the Throne, forming her own spiritual ocean, she was incomparable to those beneath the legendary Transcendents.

Yet, she experienced the passage of several hundred years.

It must be noted that Enola’s entire previous life, including those ten years in the Garden of Eden, was less than thirty years in total.

Similar to Shiayar’s experience.

Every meditation, every use of the Soul Pact to sense the presence of the Sacred Spear... greatly wore on her soul.

Such meditation, Enola never stopped during this period.

Whether it was previously helping Shiayar stabilize his soul in the Spiritual World, countering the Ancient Sun God.

Or wielding the Sacred Spear, protecting Shiayar’s body from harm... she never wavered for even a second.

"Now the conflict in the Spiritual World has ended."

"And that Queen of the Night, Augutina—"

"Should also be a trustworthy companion, with her guarding Shiayar’s true body in the Abyssal Depths, I think nothing unexpected will happen."

"Ennie, you should get some sleep too."

Silvia knew the blonde girl hadn’t closed her eyes for several months.

"No..."

Facing Silvia’s persuasion.

The blonde girl only slightly shook her head.

"I know Augutina can be trusted..."

These were words from Enola’s heart.

The long five-hundred-year vigil and companionship beside the Ice-Sealed Throne in the Abyssal Depths wasn’t something that could be done with mere pretense. It all proved Augutina’s intentions.

Enola knew well that if anyone, or a deity, were to step into the Abyss to harm the slumbering Shiayar, Augutina would undoubtedly, like her, stand in Shiayar’s way.

"But..."

A hint of gentleness flickered in the blonde girl’s eyes.

"Even though it’s just a wisp of intention on the Sacred Spear... I still need to accompany him."

"Since Shiayar is such a lonely guy, isn’t he?"

"Even when sleeping, if I’m not by his side, he wouldn’t sleep soundly."

"Moreover—"

Enola’s sky-blue eyes shimmered slightly.

"Miss Silvia, have you heard the stories passed around the streets?"

"People in a long-term coma, lost in consciousness, awakened after family members sat by their bedside day after day, night after night, recounting mutual memories and past moments..."

"Suddenly regain consciousness after decades of coma, reawaken and such..."

Silvia was slightly taken aback.

When she was still the Duke of Azure Garden’s only daughter, she had indeed heard similar stories from the people.

"But, these stories should just be unfounded, fabricated folk tales to praise familial love."

"Becoming comatose means losing perception of the outside world... not even hearing remains, so how could they hear their family’s calls."

"Moreover, there are many reasons for a comatose person’s awakening, not necessarily just this."

"I know."

"The story about the person in a coma is probably fabricated... Even if it’s not, it probably has elements of artistic embellishment."

"Just like the ending of those fairy-tale picture books, where at the brink of absolute despair for the main characters, the heroine’s tears revive the extinguished life of the hero—"

"Everyone regains their spirit, shouting things like friendship, bonds, love, and justice, rallying together to defeat the Demon King."

Enola nodded: "But, what if?"

"What if because I wasn’t by his side and didn’t do such a thing, Shiayar couldn’t awaken?"

"What if while I slept, the Abyssal Depths faced an invasion from a Fabled Creature, and without the help of the Sacred Spear, Augutina couldn’t withstand it, resulting in Shiayar being harmed..."

"Then—"

She smiled slightly: "I fear, I could never forgive myself."

Enola’s voice was faint, yet carried an indescribable resoluteness.

Undeniable resoluteness.

Silvia’s pale fingers moved slightly, Silver magic power surged in the void, but ultimately, she did not continue etching new words.

Although she had seen it before... it was only now that she truly, unmistakably realized.

The position Shiayar holds in the heart of the girl before her.

"What if Shiayar never wakes up... What will we do?"

The unease and confusion bubbling in Silvia’s heart no longer needed to be sincerely asked; she gleaned the answer from Enola’s expression.

Silvia initially thought that given Enola’s regard for Shiayar, she might choose to follow him in death.

But now, it seemed she had been too shallow in her thoughts about the golden-haired girl before her.

She would never choose to follow him in death.

Instead, she would quietly stay by Shiayar’s side, by his ice-sealed throne, possibly beside a boy who might never awaken.

Until the day he opens his eyes again.

Or... until the end of time, when the wear of soul or flesh dries up all memories.

Therefore, during this time, no matter how much Isadella, Dyres, and others grow anxious and uneasy in the long wait... the golden-haired girl before them never showed haste or urgency.

Because from the beginning, Enola knew she would spend her life by his side... Wherever Shiayar is, there is her place of stability and livelihood.

Whether he’s awake or asleep, it makes little difference.

"Indeed—"

"Merely spending a lifetime waiting for his return..."

Suddenly, Silvia felt her heart no longer filled with previous anxiety and urgency.

Ennie has already reached such an understanding.

She had always considered Enola as a rival and a comparison.

Why is it that at such a time, she falls short?

"In a couple of days, I’ll move the Eternal Slumber Plane over too."

"I was too impatient before."

"After waiting for five hundred years back then, what’s more... just a mere few months."

Silvia sighed gently, Silver writing yet to be completely revealed.

But the next moment, she saw, in the beautiful eyes of the golden-haired girl before her, a sudden flicker of agitation.

The autumn evening breeze wafted through the garden planted with flourishing plants.

Leaves swayed in the breeze, rustling in the treetops, the whole garden filled with the fragrance of blooming osmanthus.

The reason this street is called Jingui Street is because it’s lined entirely with thriving osmanthus trees.

It’s the blooming season now.

No, it’s not just the scent of osmanthus...

In the autumn wind, there was a certain deeply reminiscent, incredibly familiar aroma that made Silvia want to shed tears involuntarily.

"He’s back."

The girl’s voice echoed in the twilight garden, carrying a slight tremor.

This was the first time Silvia saw such a beautiful smile on the face of Enola, who had always been expressionless.