Hate me, Miss Witch!

Chapter 417 - 214: My Prince Consort, Be Prepared Tonight (Double-Length)

Because in his subconscious understanding, this was something he should do himself, and he shouldn’t burden Isadella with worries in her already busy schedule.

Of course, if you really want to turn it around and understand it as Her Majesty the Empress said.

This indeed could also be seen as Shiayar being unable to truly open his heart when facing Isadella, unlike when he faces Silvia and Ennie.

"Aren’t I just worried that Your Majesty is busy with state affairs..."

Shiayar pondered before speaking.

However, his words were interrupted by Isadella before he could finish.

"No need to say more, I actually understand it all."

"In your eyes, my identity is first the Queen of the Empire, and only then your lover and companion."

"This difference predetermines that my relationship with you cannot be like Miss Silvia, cannot be like Ennie, to become a girl solely belonging to you, truly living just for each other."

Isadella blinked her beautiful crimson eyes.

The color in those beautiful eyes was no longer dangerous but held a deep meaning that was hard to discern.

"I’m saying this just to tell you, Shiayar."

"I can never become someone like Ennie, and I don’t want to become another woman’s copy or shadow in your heart either."

"I am me, Isadella von Freysberg... I hope this name holds an unparalleled unique weight in your heart, unlike anyone else."

"However, when it comes to feelings for you, I consider myself no less than Ennie, nor Silvia in the slightest."

"Whatever they can do, I can do as well—"

"For example..."

Isadella’s lips moved slightly as she leaned closer to Shiayar, speaking in an extraordinarily low voice by his ear:

"For you, give up the entire Empire, give up everything I currently have."

"Like I once did before—rewrite history once again, creating a brand new Imaginary Zone, it’s not impossible."

The voice was exceedingly faint.

Even if Silvia and Enola in the not-far mansion, who were preparing a family dinner, with their throne-level perceptive ability, couldn’t hear it.

However, as someone extremely familiar with the personality of the Empress standing before him.

Shiayar could detect from that whisper, the unwavering determination in Isadella’s words.

She is such a person, proud and self-willed, once she speaks, her will cannot be swayed by anyone.

"In my heart, your position is more important than my current Imperial throne."

"I belong to you."

"Isadella von Freysberg, first and foremost is your lover and fiancée, and only then the Queen of the Empire."

"If you are willing to speak up, then let me abandon all that the Empire currently has, bearing the risk of never returning."

"Carrying the Sacred Sword and accompanying you into the Echo of History of the First Era, slumbering together at the bottom of the Abyss for five hundred years, I’m willing."

"This one thing alone, I hope Shiayar, you can firmly remember it."

As she spoke, she gently took a step back.

She was no longer whispering by Shiayar’s ear but was standing in front of him, closely examining him with those crimson beautiful eyes.

Not only that, but Shiayar clearly also sensed...

In that mysterious reflection of the Astral Realm, the Sacred Sword contracted with Isadella, at this moment, was emitting a dazzling radiance.

That gentle, yet grand and profound mystery gently swept over his body and soul.

Then, the minor hidden injuries and weariness on Shiayar’s body, slightly unadjusted after a long slumber...

And, the slightly weak soul from enduring five hundred years of time battles, all received nourishment and fullness.

This was a novel experience Shiayar had never had before.

In past days, Shiayar had faced the power of the Sacred Sword, but that was in the Echo of History of the Third Era, when he wore the whirlpool mask, appearing as the "Black Knight Cain".

Pierced through the chest by the Sacred Sword, the overwhelming golden radiance devastated all vitality within him.

Now as an ally, this was Shiayar’s first time experiencing the protection of the Sacred Sword.

Unlike the Sacred Spear Rhongomyniad.

The Sacred Spear is the Storm Anchor, the materialization of the Tower at the End of the World anchoring the world’s surface and inner aspects.

It represents the pure destruction wielding storms and thunders.

Although the Sacred Spear’s contract also offers immortal protection, that immortality is merely just immortality, perhaps even understood as some sort of curse, only able to keep the contractor lingering at death’s door in severe injury.

While the Sacred Sword is different.

Its meaning of birth is "salvation".

Certainly, when facing the antipode of justice, the disaster as the enemy of the savior, the Sacred Sword can also unleash its majestic power, shattering darkness like a divine punishment of gold.

However, similarly, the Sacred Sword of salvation also possesses the aspect of salvation.

It stands on the calamity’s seat, able to restore broken things to their original state, able to heal all pain and soothe all resentment to the ideal homeland.

It’s not merely about immortality, but about smoothing all pains of the soul and body together.

And at this moment, as the blessing of the Sacred Spear glimmered.

Even with Shiayar’s current rank, he could sense the pervasive warmth and comfort over his entire being.

The lingering aftereffects of a five-hundred-year slumber, which Shiayar had planned to rehabilitate over months or even years, had all been healed and entirely removed.

"That’s how it should be, right?"

"If you always remain looking sickly, how could you be my Prince Consort?"

Isadella stood in front of Shiayar, meticulously scrutinizing him from head to toe.

Until the golden radiance of the Sacred Sword gradually dimmed, she nodded with apparent satisfaction.

Though that be said, a trace of nearly imperceptible fatigue flickered in her crimson beautiful eyes as well.

The stronger the life, the more difficult it is to heal injuries.

For instance, if a First Ring Beastmaster newly stepping into the Transcendental realm gets injured, no matter how severe, a sovereign-level healing Pet Beast skill could heal them.

However, medications and healing skills capable of curing Fabled Creatures, or those exceeding the throne realm boundary have never existed in history.

This is why most Transcendents can recuperate from injury in a few weeks or months, while Demigods and false gods, when severely injured, often require millennia or multiple Eras of slumber to slowly recover through the endless passage of time.

And even Sacred Relics... have only existed in such scant numbers throughout ancient history.

For Isadella, the owner of the Sacred Sword, to heal Shiayar’s troublesome hidden injuries and aftereffects, how could she not pay a price?

Nonetheless, she forcibly suppressed the trace of fatigue in her eyes.

However, in the next moment.

Isadella saw the young man before her extend his hands.

She didn’t resist, allowing her body to fall into Shiayar’s embrace.

"Though I know my Prince Consort is invincible... I never doubted you would lose."

"But seeing your safe return—"

"I am truly happy."

She wrapped her arms around Shiayar’s neck, whispering softly by his ear.

"As for your favoritism towards Ennie and the others, I’ll forgive you this time."

"But, forgiveness aside, as the Queen of the Empire, I must retain some dignity."

The sly expression on Isadella’s pretty face became increasingly distinct.

"So, Shiayar, my Prince Consort—"

"Tonight..."

"Be prepared to face the crime of disrespecting the Queen of the Empire."