Hate me, Miss Witch!

Chapter 423 - 216: Tonight, There Will Surely Be Bloodshed Again

However, even so, as the leader of the White Tower, Isveytan and other high-ranking members of the White Tower naturally cannot allow the Eternal Slumber Plane to fall into dust and still arrange for personnel within the White Tower to regularly clean and maintain it.

As for Isadella, it goes without saying.

As Queen of the Empire, positions such as Court Guard and Imperial Chef require a rigorous selection process.

"If you don’t want outsiders to freely enter and exit your home, the White Tower also has records of spell primers like ’automatic cleaning runes.’

"According to my abilities, I can also create existences like ’Invisible Servants.’

"Were there such convenient tools?"

Seeing Silvia’s proposal, Shiayar couldn’t help but touch his chin.

"Although I am indeed not inclined to let unfamiliar servants or maids come in and out of my home.

"However, if it’s just a useful robot for cleaning or cooking, it’s worth considering.

"It can also help relieve Ennie’s pressure."

As the girl who has been accompanying him from the beginning, Shiayar is naturally aware of everything Enola has done.

He has also thought about advising this girl not to exert herself so much, not to always be so tense.

After all, Shiayar himself handles everything, and many times, Enola doesn’t have to work so desperately.

But, as is the case with Shiayar himself.

Enola, who usually appears as a girl with no expressions, reveals her true nature when she is determined about something, a stubborn attitude that even ten pureblood giant dragons couldn’t change.

She agrees verbally, but behind the scenes, she continues to do things as she sees fit.

Even now, Enola has already achieved the Throne, but under the pressure of Shiayar entering the Echo of History of the First Era, she still hasn’t relaxed even for a moment.

Shiayar sees this and feels a pang of sympathy in his heart.

Getting some automatic cleaning runes at least means Enola doesn’t have to divert attention from her desperate training to mundane tasks akin to those of a maid or servant.

"Silvia, I’m counting on you..."

However, just as Shiayar’s words began to leave his mouth.

The next moment, he heard Enola’s clear, straightforward voice ring out.

"Don’t bother."

"Why not?"

"No need means no need."

Enola thought about it.

"If I must say something..."

"Cooking is actually one of my forms of entertainment, and the process itself brings me joy."

Is there really something like a naturally gifted little chef physique in this world?

Shiayar’s pupils narrowed.

And Enola had already stood up.

She extended her hand and untied the strap behind her head.

The simple ponytail was undone, and her light golden hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

"I’m going to take a bath."

After saying this to Shiayar, she directly headed to the bathroom on the first floor.

Leaving only Silvia at the dining table, who let out a sigh of regret.

What a shame.

Just a bit more, and she could have successfully stolen Ennie’s home.

Silvia felt that in these recent days, her understanding of the term "plastic best friends" has been deepening.

She also stood up, naturally and insensibly preparing to clear away the dishes and utensils on the table.

But she noticed that not far away, the Queen dressed in a Crescent White Coat had already taken the initiative to gather those plates and utensils first.

Her movements seemed rather clumsy, yet she was rapidly mastering them with the Rank of a Throne.

Even Shiayar, standing beside her, was left in shock: "Your Majesty, is this a task befitting your status?"

To have a dignified ruler clean up dishes for him.

If word got out, Shiayar was genuinely worried about his reputation.

"People live for themselves, not for others..."

"As long as it’s something you want to do, then go ahead confidently and do it without worrying about others’ opinions."

"This is a truth you taught me not long ago, Shiayar."

In Isadella’s hand, a gentle golden glow surged, and those utensils appeared to be washed by Sacred Light, becoming brand new in an instant.

"I thought it over carefully and realized you were right."

"I might qualify as a competent Princess, and a Queen who meets the ministers’ expectations."

"But, as Shiayar Egutt’s lover and his fiancée..."

"As for cultivating this role further, I’m still far from that."

"So—"

"Even though I’m still a bit clumsy, and perhaps starting to learn this now feels a bit late..."

"But, let me give learning a try...

"How to be a competent wife while being a Queen."

She picked up the stacked dishes and walked towards the sink.

As she passed by Shiayar.

Shiayar heard a weak voice at his ear, one only he could hear.

"Leave these household chores to us."

"As for you, my Prince Consort..."

Shiayar sensed the voice had added a hint of mischievous laughter.

"Rest assured and recuperate, waiting for night to fall."

"And... figure out how to make up for the six months you secretly slipped away."

Her figure disappeared behind the kitchen door, leaving Shiayar with an elegant and breathtaking silhouette.

Shiayar watched Isadella’s back, listening to the sound of running water from the bathroom.

And next to him, despite the unchanged expression, those Silver witch’s eyes were secretly filled with anticipation.

For a moment, a sense of foreboding surged within Shiayar’s heart.

As night falls, it seems another storm awaits.

But—

At this moment, only battle until death, impossible to surrender.