Hate me, Miss Witch!

Chapter 420 - 215: I Wish These Moments Could Last Forever

If I didn’t know Shiayar and had only heard about his deeds, the image I would conjure up would be of a middle-aged man with white gloves, fingers interlocked on his chest, inscrutable and deep, someone with unfathomable schemes.

But in reality——

The Shiayar that Isadella knows, is rather the complete opposite of that image.

In the eyes of those traditional throne holders and fabled creatures, a throne holder lounging on a sofa drinking soda is definitely the shame of the strong.

And when interacting with Shiayar, Isadella never felt the consciousness of dealing with a throne holder.

As if from beginning to end, no matter how many trials and tribulations were experienced——

Shiayar, remains unchanged from when Isadella first heard of him, the St. Roland Academy third-year student, who had yet to reach 3-Ring but shone brightly in the Ashes Cult invasion event, full of youthful vigor.

This also made the mindset of those around him considerably younger.

Pffft——

Isadella suddenly laughed.

Not the kind of gentle smile befitting the demeanor of a Sovereign.

But a grin, mismatched with her past queenly image, so surprising even to Isadella herself, that she couldn’t help but chuckle.

"Even though we’re all several hundred years old, yet you still pose to outsiders as a ’seventeen-year-old, spirited black-haired youth,’ aren’t you just pretending to be young?"

"Now that you mention it, it does seem I’m guilty of pretending to be young."

Shiayar scratched his head.

"But that’s indeed how I’ve always seen myself."

"Playing the role of an authoritative figure is too difficult for me, posing occasionally for show is alright, but always holding that facade is just too tiring."

"So, it’s better to be a bit more carefree, living life as I want."

Shiayar picked up another canned drink and handed it to Isadella: "Won’t you try a happiness drink?"

Isadella took the drink, mimicked Shiayar’s action to open the metal tab, and took a small sip.

The next moment, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"Is this drink expired?"

She put down the drink.

Stood up, opened the double doors of the fridge.

Then, from the fridge, took out a drink with packaging different from the two silver ones before, not blue, but red.

Once again opened the tab, sipped a bit.

This time, Isadella nodded: "This red-packaged one is acceptable, was the previous blue one expired?"

"It tasted like toilet cleaner."

"Hiss..."

Shiayar inhaled sharply.

"Didn’t expect Her Majesty to be a part of the Coke faction like Ennie."

"Coke faction?"

The silver-haired queen frowned: "What does that mean, a new faction in the Empire Capital? Why have Dyres and Fioran never mentioned this."

"Nothing...just thinking our married life may have a few small frictions."

Shiayar waved his hand, coughed lightly, his expression returned to normal.

"So, Your Majesty, you should understand what I mean by now..."

"Since in your childhood, you had regrets, too many things left undone, memories you couldn’t trace——"

"Then, why not in the future, fill those regrets together..."

"Create more memories?"

Isadella looked at the young man in front of her, gently sipping the cola in her hand.

"You smooth-talker——"

"Haven’t you used these sweet words on many others as well?"

"But..."

Isadella smiled slightly

"I don’t dislike it."

At this moment.

She suddenly recalled the words her now-deceased mother once told her.

"Life, is a process of continuous encounters and meetings."

In the past, she didn’t quite understand the meaning of those words.

But, the present Isadella, somewhat understands now.

"Shiayar...classmate?"

The clear, melodious voice, at this moment, carried an icy chill.

Causing Shiayar to shiver, even spilling a few drops of the happiness drink Isadella mentioned as toilet cleaner.

"While having Ms. Silvia and me prepare the meal..."

"You sneak around here, flirting with Her Majesty the Empress, is it?"

The blonde girl wore a white apron, her light golden hair tied into a neat ponytail, looking every part the little chef.

At this moment, she was holding two steaming dishes, but her gaze at Shiayar carried a stark contrast from the demeanor of a chef, an icy intent.

Cold sweat trickled down Shiayar’s forehead: "If right now I were to let Silver meet its mother it hasn’t seen in five hundred years, would it work?"

"Would it work?"

Enola put on a pondering expression, but the floor being scratched by the sharp Sacred Spear intent revealed the truth.

"Who knows?"

"Maybe it will."

"Game over."

The cold air of the Shura Field enveloped the entire living room.

Accompanied by the aroma of food pervading the living room.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Isadella quietly watched Shiayar, now drenched in sweat, as he summoned his Pet Beast Legion, attempting to cutely wheedle his way through Enola.

Who knows how much time passed, she whispered softly, unheard by anyone.

"If only such moments."

"Would last forever..."