Hate me, Miss Witch!

Chapter 432 - 219: I’ll Be Waiting for the Day I See You in Your Wedding Dress

"Even as an observer, I can clearly perceive that the feelings Augutina has for you are by no means false..."

"Let alone..."

Enola, with a graceful posture but at a speed that left Shiayar somewhat dumbfounded, finished that sandwich.

She wiped her mouth with a napkin and then looked at Shiayar with a serious expression.

"As someone who has been cared for by her for five hundred years—"

"You."

The blonde girl sighed softly.

"Even though you always like to proclaim yourself as a pure male chauvinist, saying that you would stop at nothing to achieve your goals, not a good person."

"But in fact, I know very clearly in my heart."

"In this world, there is no legendary figure softer at heart than you."

She reached out her hand and gently caressed Shiayar’s cheek.

"You always call me a Tsundere beauty."

"But in my view, you are the biggest Tsundere."

"Claiming yourself to be a refined egoist, but in reality, everything you do, putting yourself in harm’s way so many times, getting yourself covered in bruises, how many times were those truly for your own benefit?"

"If you really were the refined egoist you claim to be, then back in Ceylon, you shouldn’t have taken the great risk of carrying me out of that snowy plain."

"At that time, I, without having contracted the Sacred Spear, was merely a burden to you."

"Without me, you could still have gone to Knowledge City Lokiya, taken Teacher Hathaway as your mentor, and still made your mark in the Empire Capital, enrolled in St. Roland Academy, and won the favor of Her Royal Highness."

Later on, for revenge, Shiayar chose to oppose the "Crimson Rose" Borgias.

But when you think about it, what enmity did Shiayar really have with the Borgia family?

He was originally an orphan, and the old Ceylon hunter who had taken him in had long since passed away; he hadn’t lost any relatives in the fire that razed Ceylon, so there was no blood feud to speak of.

As for losing a home... with Shiayar’s talent, leaving Ceylon was only a matter of time; that small city of Ceylon was never meant to be his final destination.

The conflict between Shiayar and the Borgia family, far from being irreconcilable or deeply heart-wrenching.

If he were truly seeking the greatest benefit, then when the Borgia family extended an invitation, he should have accepted the marriage proposal without hesitation.

Shiayar’s reason for resolutely breaking ties with the Borgia family had always been solely because of Enola.

"And Miss Silvia, Empress Isadella..."

"They, too, have told me about their past with you in the Echo of History."

"You and Miss Silvia merely had a chance encounter, and with Empress Isadella, it was only a superior-subordinate relationship before."

"Even if, in the Echo of History, you ignored them when they later fell into desperate situations, no one could blame you."

"Yet, you still did it, and did it without hesitation."

Perhaps from the start, Shiayar entered the Echo of History with a certain purpose, seeking to profit for himself.

But by the end of the Echo of History, his reckless battle could no longer be explained by the initial motivation to gain system rewards.

"So I know, when facing Miss Augustina, facing this woman who has fallen into the Abyssal Depths for you and stayed by your side for five hundred years."

"You will eventually soften and choose to accept her."

Enola whispered softly.

As someone who had been by Shiayar’s side from the start, naturally, she didn’t want him to continue being so soft-hearted.

She also had her own possessiveness, could get angry and jealous, and did not want to share the treasure she cherished most with other women.

But—

Although she liked taking verbal advantages... in fact, she was kind and pure, and her heart would soften at the sight of a girl being wronged.

Such was Shiayar.

He was the Shiayar she knew and loved deeply.

Likewise, the Gray-Silver Witch, Master of the White Tower of the Empire, and the oldest Golden Elf of the Black Tower...

Those who were meant to be high above were unconsciously drawn to Shiayar for similar reasons.

"However—"

"Regardless of how soft-hearted you are, and how many are redeemed because of you."

Enola looked into Shiayar’s eyes, speaking with emphasis.

"But, in your heart, the first one..."

"It must be me, and only me."

"I won’t interfere with your interactions and bonds with other women, but—"

"When I’m by your side, you must love me wholeheartedly... see only me, think only of me, and miss only me."

She carefully gazed at Shiayar.

Suddenly, she gently kissed Shiayar’s lips.

Only after a long time did they part.

"Once the affairs of the First Era are settled, shall we marry?"

"Yes."

Shiayar answered, "I promise you."

Enola seemed somewhat different from her usual self today, becoming more assertive and proactive, but it only made her charm increase.

"Good."

The blonde girl in his arms nodded.

Her heart stirred slightly, staring at a plain, unfinished garment in her private storage space.

"I will look forward to—"

"The day I wear a wedding dress for you."