Hate Me, Miss Witch!

In the undulating sea of ​​clouds, everything is collapsing.

The so-called fantasy zone does not belong to the correct history. It is a fantasy like a rootless tree.

Because of this, when the foundation of its existence is erased, this illusory world naturally has the only option of perishing and disintegrating under the erosion of the corrective force of history.

Xia Ya was sitting on the highest point of the Holy City, on the black iron throne.

Under him, the chalk city of Camelot, this holy city, was being destroyed by the surging magic power.

First there were the outer city walls, then the buildings in the holy city that had been reduced to ruins by nuclear explosions, and then the palace that had previously been spared from the nuclear explosion because of Isadella's presence.

Speeding up the palace, the collapse continued.

From the cornerstone at the bottom, to the floors above.

Then, the wave of collapse reached the top of the palace, the outer edge of the throne at the end of the world.

Xiaya just stared at the broken bricks, sand, smoke and chalk boulders quietly.

The young man's figure was reflected in the huge floor-to-ceiling silver mirror between the thrones.

The Akatsuki robe with a black background and red clouds still had a huge blood hole that penetrated his chest and had never healed.

His handsome face was pale, and even his originally clear eyes were a bit dim.

The effect of the broken "Dagger of the Night Watch" can indeed make Char refuse to die in a short period of time, but its effect is only to leave him with the last trace of vitality.

The previous wound from the holy sword was truly left on Char's body, causing a feeling of weakness to spread throughout his limbs.

The previous long-term overloaded state of driving the Black Knight mecha made Char's mental power almost exhausted. His perception was numb, and there was a feeling of weakness deep in his soul, as if he would pass out at any time.

"He really looks embarrassed."

"Is this the price you pay for pretending to be a hero even though you've lost your immortality?"

Xia Ya looked at the weak figure on the throne in the mirror and couldn't help but smile.

"If Xiao Ai saw me like this, I would probably feel very distressed."

Pushing himself to such an embarrassing situation is not in line with Xia Ya's past style.

However, this is Xia's own choice.

From the moment he entered the historical reverberations of Esgania again, he had already thought about everything.

"Since it is the path you have chosen, no matter how absurd it is, you have to finish it..."

"I didn't expect that your teachings, teacher, would be useful at a time like this."

Xia Ya recalled the words of her golden elf teacher and couldn't help but laugh and shook her head.

The next moment, his mind moved slightly.

Along with the distortion of space fluctuations, emerald-green brilliance carrying vitality appeared around Xia Ya.

Then, they were all absorbed into Char's body.

Those were the many potions he had hoarded in his space pocket, and they were being used at once regardless of the cost.

And Xia Ya also took advantage of the stimulation of those healing alchemy potions to bite the tip of her tongue suddenly.

The spiritual power that was originally a little dry and exhausted was once again invigorated.

He sat back on the throne and stretched out his hand slightly.

The next moment, illusory light spots, accompanied by pale silver stars, slowly condensed on Xia's head.

After a few breaths, the pale silver light solidified and turned into a pure silver crown of thorns in mid-air.

This crown of thorns was stolen from Isadella by Char using thieves' gloves, and was the incarnation of the authority of the King of the Dream Belt.

And Xia just let the thorny silver crown slowly fall on his head.

Authority merges with Char's soul.

Almost at the same time, an extremely bright and dazzling star shone in his dark eyes.

The last spiritual power was burned, driving the authority that dominated the fantasy zone.

There was a sudden riot in the throne room, which was constantly being eroded and corrected by the corrective force of history.

Unprecedented, the extremely bright light of stars illuminated the sky at the end of the world.

"Then, Your Highness."

In that bright daylight that seems to swallow up the world.

Xia Ya whispered softly to a certain girl who could no longer be seen under the long river of time.

"Let me do one last thing for you."

"Remove that distorted, wrong history."

"Correction back to the original appearance."

"besides……"

Char's lips moved slightly.

The last words drifted down the river of time, and only two people heard them.

…

The long river of time is roaring and stirring.

Countless erroneous tributaries have been cut off and buried, while correct and new directions that are in line with the general trend have been opened up.

And there is a band of fantasy that originally cut off history and blocked the general trend.

Everything is "rewritten" at this moment by the new owner of the fantasy belt.

Isadella closed her eyes, letting her body wander in the waves of history, feeling her imprint and footprints in the past, and obeying her own will to be replaced bit by bit.

Holy calendar year 1.

In a sea of ​​joy, the Forrest Empire was established in the holy city of Camelot.

But at the same time, the ever-victorious Knight King who led the entire Esgania to escape from the dark and turbulent era of war and eliminated the monsters of the abyss and the humble king Vortigern...

But he chose to hand over the throne of the empire to his own people at the moment when the empire was built.

She herself declined the company of all the Knights of the Round Table and guards.

Alone, she arrived at the border village where she had pulled out the sword in the stone and embarked on her journey to become king.

Isadella wandered alone in that wilderness for a long time.

Finally, she leaned under a simple big tree, hugged the golden sword, and slowly closed her eyes.

The sun shines through the shade of the big trees, bringing with it mottled shadows and a touch of warmth.

Just like when she and Xia met for the first time at the King Selection Ceremony.

"This time, please let me sleep longer."

The passing of the Knight King caused an uproar throughout the Western Continent.

No one knows why this powerful man who unified the entire territory and ascended the supreme throne at such a young age made such a choice.

Obviously her lifespan is still very long, at least two to three hundred years.

Giving up the throne of the empire above ten thousand people, giving up the flowers, applause, and glory that are readily available...

Giving up everything a human being can have in this world.

But only Isadella knew it.

When she bid farewell to the identity of the Knight King, she gained true redemption.

Of course, the people were shocked and puzzled.

A long time can smooth everything out.

Select a new king with suitable talents and strength from the relatives of the old king Uther, entrust him with the knights of the Round Table, and establish eight major sworn families.

The Knights of the Round Table confront the nobles, the sword-bearers rise and fall, and the imperial power iterates repeatedly in its decline and rise.

The Foresta Empire is developing forward in this way, and the wheel of history is rolling, not stopping according to anyone's will.

The legend of the original King of Knights and Cain was also gradually forgotten over time due to the intentional actions of the eight major oath families.

Until, it became the illusory legend in the mouths of the bards that can no longer be traced back.

The past is thousands of years old and has been buried in the years.

…

Sacred calendar year 903, month of bud, 4th.

Foresta Empire, the imperial capital of Camelot.

In the mansion in the other courtyard, the silver-haired princess slowly opened her eyes.

In her hand, the golden holy sword was emitting a cold brilliance.

"Your Highness Isadella, you are finally awake."

The respectful female voice came from the dark shadow, with a little urgency.

"You haven't made any movement for a long time. My subordinates were anxious for a while, so they just ignored your order and came to check..."

"Who are you……"

Isadella's eyes were still fixed in the brilliance of the holy sword.

The illusory and unforgettable memory was slowly reviving in her mind.

She looked at the shadow for a long time, and then she found the name of her confidant in front of her from the long-lasting memories: "Fulan?"

"It's me, Your Highness."

The female voice in the shadow seemed a little flattered.

"I'm fine, please retreat first."

"As you command, Your Highness."

The attendant named Fran quietly retreated, while Isadella was still staring at the dim candlelight on the table.

Although I have experienced many things.

But no matter what, she has been promoted to the throne at this moment.

And the mystery of the Holy Sword has been completely unlocked.

With such power, she already has the power to truly become the queen of the empire and purge the entire territory.

All the initial goals set have been achieved.

"But--"

The second princess's beautiful crimson eyes were faintly flashing with light.

In her ears, the last words of the young man on the illusory throne were still echoing.

"Please forgive me for being so self-assertive, Your Highness."

"I am your sword bearer, and this is the only way I can imagine to save my monarch."

"Also, although we are separated now, please give me some time so that we can meet again at the current time point and in that piece of real history."

"Then we will be—"

"The unfinished dream of the king and the knight...the continuation of the dream."

…

"The... continuation of the dream?"

Isadella repeated the word.

"In that case, let me wait here for you to come back."

"Waiting for the story of the knight and the king to be continued again."

"Let you be my husband, the prince of the empire——"

The holy sword in his hand turned into pale golden light spots and slowly dissipated.

And Isadella remained silent like this, feeling the warmth in her heart filling her heart bit by bit.

"The day I became the only male protagonist in my story."

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PS: It’s a bit late, two updates today