Hate me, Miss Witch!

Chapter 431 - 219: I’ll Be Waiting for the Day I See You in Your Wedding Dress

If Shiayar and Augutina were together in reality, they wouldn’t even need to speak; just a thought would reveal each other’s feelings, just like the telepathic exchange between Shiayar and Silver.

Even if they were physically apart in reality, unable to achieve real-time mental communication... as long as they weren’t too far apart, not separated by an entire world barrier like the Abyss and the Main Material Plane, then Shiayar could still vaguely sense the other’s feelings, albeit with some delay.

This was like establishing a communication line between them.

Before long, Shiayar’s 4th Soul Pact received a response cloaked in a thin veil of night.

From this response, Shiayar could sense Augutina’s rich humor.

And a sense of triumph and fulfillment.

As if saying: "Sorry, the Dragon of the Night can really do whatever it wants."

"Is your race really the Dragon of the Night and not the Imaginary Dragon?"

"To think, you don’t even need your physical form to be present, yet you can do everything you wish and be done with it. What kind of innate philanderer’s physique is this?"

Shiayar rubbed his forehead, feeling as though a shadow was cast over his future once more.

He had already resigned himself to being exhausted every night by Ennie and the others...

But even during his much-needed sleep, the fate of being further drained seemed inescapable.

Returning from the Abyssal Depths, Shiayar felt he had made significant progress, thinking he could finally let off some steam and elevate his family status to turn the tables.

But now, looking back—

There are only overworked oxen, never poor fields.

The ancients did not deceive me.

...

"Well, whatever the case—"

"In any case."

"From now on, I am the Dragon Knight."

Amidst the morning light, Shiayar solemnly declared.

But soon, he heard a cool voice coming from the doorway.

"From now on, you are the Dragon Knight?"

"What Dragon Knight?"

Shiayar stiffly turned around.

He saw a young girl with unkempt pale-golden long hair, holding a tray, standing at the bedroom door.

The silver tray bore oatmeal porridge and ham sandwiches, steaming in contrast to the girl’s exquisite but ice-cold face.

"I was feeling a tad sorry for Shiayar, who had just returned from the Abyss, being worn out by His Majesty and Miss Silvia and the others last night... I thought you wouldn’t be able to get up today."

"So I planned to make breakfast and bring it to feed you in bed."

"But now I see... Student Shiayar is indeed Student Shiayar; after such an exhausting night, your energy remains vigorously intact..."

Enola placed the tray and a cup of hot milk on the bedside table, watching Shiayar with a bright smile.

"Ahem—"

"Dragon Knight, literally speaking, is just a Dragon Knight..."

Shiayar cheerfully took the glass of hot milk: "Ennie, I just had a morning bout of middle-schooler syndrome, okay?"

"Which man’s dream isn’t to ride a majestic giant dragon galloping across the battlefield?"

"In my hometown there’s a saying... ’A man is born in troubled times, wielding a three-foot sword to establish unprecedented accomplishments.’

"Even though we aren’t young anymore, we must indulge in being a little juvenile; otherwise, wouldn’t life be too dull?"

But Enola continued watching Shiayar perform with a bright smile, not a shred of warmth on her frost-like beautiful face easing.

"Is that so?"

"But why is the Dragon Knight I know different?"

"Since you have become a Dragon Knight, then—"

The smile on the girl’s exquisite face grew more intense.

"Who is your Little Dragon Girl then?"

"Ennie, why are you rifling through my novel drafts again."

Shiayar sighed deeply: "Those books are for adults. You’re not even married yet, Ennie, still a maiden; aren’t you afraid of not finding anyone if you read such books?"

"Oh?"

The blonde girl leaned over, looking into Shiayar’s eyes: "Student Shiayar, are you saying no one would want me?"

"How could that be..."

Shiayar quickly shook his head.

"My dear Ennie is so cute, I could never get enough of pampering you like a treasure; how could I possibly bear to let you go."

"Once the First Era is completely over, our wedding can be planned."

Enola did not respond but blinked her sky-blue eyes.

She gently moved closer to Shiayar, sniffing at his collar.

"Miss Augustina?"

Cough, cough—

Shiayar almost choked on the hot milk he was drinking.

"You’re not going to tell me that your senses have strengthened to perceive traces of things that haven’t even happened in reality, are you?"

"No."

Enola shook her head: "I guessed."

The expression on her exquisite face relaxed a bit as she sat down on the bed.

Leaning on Shiayar’s shoulder, she took the unfinished sandwich from his hand and took a small, elegant bite.

"In the First Era, those five hundred years in the Abyssal Depths, I was right by your side as well."

"In that City of Wind and Snow, I also witnessed all that Miss Augustina did."

"Day by day, year by year, staying alone in the cold, lonely palace, taking care of you—"

"To ensure that the sleeping you could bask in a ray of sunlight from the outside world, even if it meant spending years perfecting the texture of that sunlight."