Hate me, Miss Witch!

Chapter 414 - 213: Welcome Back, Brother Shiayar (Triple- - )_3

Feeling the warm and tender body of the girl in his arms, Shiayar’s eyes gradually softened.

After a long time, Enola finally lifted her head from Shiayar’s embrace, and silently stood behind him.

With Enola’s personality, generally, when there are other people around besides Shiayar, she would never be overly affectionate with Shiayar, often assuming the identity of his maid or attendant in front of outsiders.

Enola’s official reason is that she needs to give Shiayar enough face in front of others; to maintain his gentlemanly image, not to let him be looked down upon for being too frivolous.

But actually, both of them knew well that the real reason Enola behaved this way was simply because she was shy.

Yet at this moment, driven by longing, she couldn’t help but act on her feelings.

Of course, thinking of it from another angle.

This also shows that in Enola’s heart, Silvia is no longer considered an outsider between her and Shiayar.

It seems that the foundation for future stability in the harem is thus secured.

Perhaps that night when the three of them studied foreign languages in the Eternal Slumber Plane, it might not just be as a limited card pool but open as a permanent one.

But soon, Shiayar restrained his errant thoughts.

It was still far from the time to play the victory MVP settlement screen.

He opened his arms and gently embraced the Silver haired Witch whose beautiful silver eyes sparkled with joy not far away.

"Sorry, Silvia."

"I indeed slept too long, my mind is still a bit muddled just after waking up."

"I originally wanted to give you a surprise of regained loss... but looking at it now, it seems like trying to be too smart for my own good, this joke was rather ill-timed."

"Anyway, I’m back..."

"Not someone who has been possessed by that old geezer Biden’s physical body, nor have I lost a single memory—"

"I am Shiayar Egutt, whole and intact."

Looking at the witch in his arms, Shiayar spoke softly.

Yet Silvia did not reply, she only gently leaned her head on his shoulder.

Warm breath stimulated Shiayar’s neck, with a wet sensation.

"It’s okay..."

"As long as I know you, Brother Shiayar, are back, that’s enough."

Silvia gently lifted her pair of beautiful silver eyes, gazing at the boy’s close-by side face in front of her.

Under the faint moonlight, the side of his face had a soft fuzz, his skin seemed transparent.

At this moment, time seemed to turn back.

She was no longer the renowned White Tower Master today, but back then a fragile outsider in the grand duke’s mansion, isolated by family due to being cursed.

However, among those strange gazes, there was someone willing to accompany her, using not-so-strong shoulders to shelter her from the wind and rain, listening to her talk about trivial, now seemingly insignificant girlhood concerns.

The same courtyard, the same starry deep night.

Silvia felt like crying.

So she mimicked Enola, burying her head in Shiayar’s embrace, not letting her excited tears be detected by Shiayar.

Of course, she knew that she was merely deceiving herself.

The rank of the three present had already surpassed the boundaries of the Throne, long beyond what ordinary people could comprehend.

Even if the sight were obscured, with spiritual power perception, whether Shiayar or Silvia, even the sound of ants moving on the ground within a kilometer around them was clearly audible.

But isn’t their relationship supposed to be like this?

Putting aside power, putting aside their status above thousands—

The real Silvia only needs to accompany Shiayar like that girl Enola, and she’s already quite content.

As if sensing Silvia’s thought.

Shiayar also did not speak, allowing the Silver witch to lightly lean against his shoulder...

Warm tears soaked his collar.

"Tch... Come to think of it, I’m quite a bastard."

"I made my beloved girl cry for me once again."

Shiayar sighed regretfully: "Even though it’s for Master, it’s still quite frustrating."

"Got myself into such a miserable state, and even let others worry about me."

"But—"

His words paused slightly.

"This should be the last time."

Shiayar looked at the Silver witch leaning on his shoulder.

In his words, there was no longer the previous laziness and carefree flavor, but a touch more solemnity.

"Though this time, whether intentionally or unintentionally, but ultimately I incurred Augutina’s emotional debt again."

"But, Ennie, Silvia, I promise you both."

"This trip during the First Era will be my last adventure."

"Afterwards, I will no longer allow myself to be in such a miserable predicament..."

"Nor will I let my beloved girl shed tears worrying about me."

Shiayar’s words were not particularly solemn, yet carried an indescribable resolve.

His lips curved into a slight smile: "Since I have made a grand wish to become Harem King, then, Ye Yi must shoulder the corresponding responsibility."

"Is this what they call ’desiring to wear the crown, must bear its weight’?"