Hate me, Miss Witch!

Chapter 422 - 216: Tonight Will Be Another Bloody Storm

The golden-haired girl’s light words carried a bit of nostalgia.

Looking back now, it was a period full of hardship and challenges...

But for Enola, it was the time she cherished the most.

Enola’s talent as a Beastmaster was outstanding, at least worthy of being the daughter of the Count of Austere Winter, though she wasn’t the once-in-a-century prodigy.

If Ceylon was still around and her family had not perished...

Relying on the resources provided by her family, Enola could have naturally and smoothly risen to become a titled young lady in the eyes of others, progressing to Titled Rank, and perhaps, through decades of practice or a fortunate opportunity, breaking through to Legendary status.

However, without her family’s support, Enola never actively revealed her identity as the sole survivor of the Winter Flower Family.

Relying on resources that were meager compared to other noble offspring, she managed to secure the top position in the rankings at St. Roland Academy and topped the list of merits in the military’s external personnel.

It’s imaginable how much extra effort and sweat Enola put in besides the regular training and studies as a student at St. Roland Academy.

No one is naturally adept at enduring hardships and loneliness, particularly at such a young age full of vigor, and Enola was no exception.

She, too, once silently shed tears against the training room wall after training for over a dozen hours, wiping her knee wounds with alcohol all alone.

What kept Enola going was those few fixed days off every month to meet Shiayar.

Shiayar himself had many things to do.

But no matter how busy he was, he would always make sure to return to the Empire Capital on those appointed days, taking Enola out for a fun day, and cooking a sumptuous meal for her in the evening.

As Shiayar put it... his path was mainly focused on control, not requiring him to physically confront enemies. So, being hungry was no big deal for him.

But for Enola, it was different.

She was a pure close-combat Beastmaster, who had to confront enemies herself, so she had to be well-nourished; she couldn’t afford to be hungry.

The evenings of those off days were Enola’s happiest and most blissful times of each month.

This was also her driving force to train harder, becoming St. Roland Academy’s number one, and the military’s brightest new star.

The past was like smoke, fading into the sands of time, remembered only in the deepest part of the girl’s heart as her most cherished treasure, never shared or spoken about with others.

Enola’s thoughts slowly drifted back from memories to reality.

She sneaked a glance at the boy beside her who was listlessly and casually teasing the little white ferret on his shoulder.

"But since moving to the manor in the Black Lily District, it’s usually Ennie who cooks."

Shiayar casually mentioned while attentively using a small piece of chicken to tease Silver on his shoulder.

Given Silver’s current Rank, possessing near-human intelligence, he wouldn’t easily be teased... nor could he be distracted by a small piece of chicken.

However, perhaps due to the subtle influence of the Soul Pact, or simply corrupted by an owner who enjoyed pretending to be young, Shiayar’s Pet Beasts were adept at acting cute.

Though each one could establish a Beast King status in the Lost Realm, they still liked to act adorable like when they were new and cling to Shiayar’s shoulder.

Shiayar teases the white ferret; one willingly teases, and the other willingly gets teased.

"Come to think of it, I’ve not cooked in a long time."

"I wonder how much I’ve forgotten of my old skills."

Since moving to the new home, Ennie had forcibly taken over all the household chores, making Shiayar’s cooking a festival-exclusive event, limiting how often he could cook.

On the other side, Silvia listened intently.

A hint of unnoticed envy flashed in her eyes, as pale silver words outlined in the Void.

"How wonderful it is."

If possible, she would rather abandon her identity as the White Tower Master, forsake all her power and Rank.

Then, like Enola, be by Shiayar’s side when he was weakest.

Endure hardships with him, share joys... go through sorrows, pains, tears, and laughter together, accompany him as he grows and ages.

No matter how tough or difficult, she was willing and even found sweet solace in it.

But unfortunately, there’s never an "if" in this world.

Some things that seemed most ordinary in the past become cherished dreams when seen at another time or by another person.

"Speaking of which, haven’t you ever thought of hiring a professional chef or servant given your current status?"

"I haven’t paid much attention to these things, but if I remember correctly, in my palace within the Eternal Slumber Plane, Isveytan and others arranged for female attendants from within the White Tower for me."

Silvia played with a strand of her falling hair.

This was a common occurrence in the realm of high-ranking individuals.

Silvia, although the White Tower Master, scarcely stayed in her supposedly dedicated dormitory in the Eternal Slumber Plane.

She spent far more nights in Shiayar’s residence on Jingui Street than in the Eternal Slumber Plane.