Hate me, Miss Witch!

Chapter 436 - 221: Shiayar: If Someone Claims a 100% Win Rate, Theirs Can’t Be Above 50%

"Why did you suddenly say that?"

Shiayar was stunned for a moment, and the movement of caressing the long legs came to a halt.

"Because, I’ve already had the experience."

Isadella sat up slightly, crossed her arms, and looked at Shiayar with a teasing smile.

"Every time... as long as you decide to do something."

"The more difficult and dangerous the thing you’re facing is... the more you like to put on an unaffected demeanor in front of us, those who care about you, so that the risks of that matter will not be detected by us."

"Because you’re afraid we’ll worry, no matter what you face, you always think of carrying it all by yourself, afraid of dragging others down because of you."

"For example, right now—"

Isadella looked at Shiayar’s right hand that had just been let go from her thigh, then cheekily wrapped around her waist.

"Although you’re quite lustful on a regular basis, you still restrain yourself due to the concerns about your image and demeanor..."

"You wouldn’t be as impatient as these past few days."

Shiayar cleared his throat lightly: "Isn’t it just because I lay at the bottom of the Abyss like a vegetative person for so many years, and it’s hard to finally have some rain after a long drought? Being a bit thirsty is quite normal."

"If you really were like you said, controlled by your lower desires that interfere with your actions and reason..."

"Then from the start, you wouldn’t have chosen the path of taking the Lost Island down into the Abyss."

Isadella’s pretty face smiled.

But there wasn’t much laughter in those beautiful crimson eyes.

"Rather than being solitary and unbearably thirsty for five hundred years."

"It would be more accurate to say you’re using your innate lustful persona... to hide your real intentions."

"’He who holds thunder in his chest but remains as calm as a serene lake can be hailed a great general’... you like this saying, don’t you? I’ve seen it more than once in the books you’ve written."

"And you really do act that way, only more skillfully—"

"Just like when you last met me before going to Echo of History, you looked like a salted fish lying flat, waiting to live off someone else."

She chuckled: "Who would have thought at that time."

"Just a few days later, you would create such a huge commotion as the Abyss falling in the First Era."

Shiayar slightly paused his movement and looked at the silver-haired Empress in his arms.

"Didn’t Your Majesty say earlier... that you’ve been busy with state affairs and didn’t have much time to read the novels I published at the Royal Book Society?"

"That was, of course, a lie."

Isadella gazed up at Shiayar with her ruby-like eyes blinking: "They’re just a few novels, do you really think with the mental strength of the Throne, how long would it take to read them all? Just a quick glance is enough to remember them by heart."

"Besides, didn’t I already tell you?"

"In my heart, you are above all other things."

"Since that’s the case, how could I possibly give up the chance to become your reader and observe your writings for the sake of some military and governmental duties?"

"’The War of Three Kingdoms’, I’ve naturally read that too."

Shiayar was momentarily dazed: "Then why did Your Majesty say... what you said earlier?"

"Just some little tricks..."

Isadella glanced in the direction Dyres had disappeared: "What man can resist the impulse to boast and pontificate in front of others?"

"Especially when the audience of his grandstanding is a Queen of a nation."

She looked up at Shiayar and couldn’t help but smile a little: "Just now when Dyres was also present, as her superior and your fiancée, I naturally had to give you due face."

"And only by pretending to understand, being obedient and listening attentively, can one be the perfect audience."

"How was it, being revered in front of both me and Dyres, gazed upon with admiration yet mystification by the Queen of a country..."

"Feels good, doesn’t it?"

Sss—

Shiayar inwardly took a sharp breath.

Is this what’s called imperial prowess?

There’s something to it.

I have to admit, during that time I was boasting about politics in front of Dyres and Isadella, I did feel quite elated.

One could only say, this girl is really something else.

A bit beyond my imagination.

"No need to make such a surprised face."

"I am, after all, a Queen of a nation, if I couldn’t see through even this much, I would’ve been overthrown by those greedy Great Nobles in the council long ago, never reaching where I am today."

"Of course, if you want to consider me as a pure, innocent girl unacquainted with the world’s affairs, I have no objections to that either."

Isadella smiled.

"I know, that your unnoticeable disguises and attitude, are all meant for our good."

"You don’t want us to worry because of you, and you certainly don’t want us to end up in danger trying to help you..."

"Since you walked out of Ceylon’s snowfield, you’ve never truly suffered a defeat..."

"Whatever you want to do, you will definitely achieve it, whatever goal you set, you will surely reach it."

"Your past life of such unbroken victories has instilled in you an absolute confidence in yourself, assuring you that no matter the risk, you can battle and emerge victorious..."

"Yet your continued success without any setbacks has also made you increasingly apprehensive, afraid that the things you care about will fall into danger, leaving you with endless regret."

"Reflected in us, is that you regard us as precious and fragile treasures, needing your careful protection, with the slightest bit of wear and tear shattering us..."