Wait a minute.
Even though I’m just a legendary now, in the absence of any defense or deliberate concealnt of my spirituality, my master can still see through my lies.
So, back when I was being taught in Knowledge City...
Shiayar suddenly recalled a ti many years ago when he lied about diligently studying his lessons at night, but he had actually spent the night lying on Ennie’s lap—
His master’s aningful gaze when looking at him.
Turns out I unwittingly ended my social life so many tis in my childhood?
He coughed lightly, putting those complex thoughts aside, and earnestly looked at the Golden Elf girl in front of him.
Moreover, he hadn’t expected his master to be this vigilant, even in the First Era.
Compared to Silvia, who achieved initial goodwill by relying on a grilled fish back then, the difficulty has increased several tis over.
But that’s understandable.
After all, Shiayar never expected his master to be a golden-haired old lady, rather than a naïve young girl in the First Era.
"Well, honestly, it’s not a coincidence."
"I just felt... If I said I was drawn here by the inseparable bond between us—"
"So, I willingly braved the ruins of the ancient dragon’s royal court alone, crossed the entire Endless Ocean Domain, traversed the vast Astral Realm and countless dinsional rifts to et you... You wouldn’t believe it, right."
Hathaway’s light golden eyes widened slightly.
She indeed shouldn’t believe it.
After all, the reason sounded hardly different from a fairy tale.
There are many wandering poets among the Elf Clan who tell countless stories, but Hathaway had long passed the age of listening to fairy tales.
She clearly understood that the supposedly fated connections in those stories—
As well as the prince riding a pure white pegasus, always arriving in tis of peril to save princesses between water and fire, were all tricks crafted by fairy tale book writers to fool children.
However.
Her intuition, originating from her spirituality as a Golden Elf, clearly told her—
It was neither deceit nor concealnt of the essence of spirituality.
The other party’s response was indeed the truth.
He truly crossed countless sub-spaces and secondary planes for an unknown connection with her, making this encounter possible.
"Since you can discern lies, many tis things will be easier to communicate."
"I hold no malice towards the Elf Clan on the Lost Island, or towards you—in fact, quite the contrary, I’m genuinely a believer in racial harmony."
"Though I am a pureblood human, I also harbor genuine goodwill toward other races."
"If possible, I wouldn’t mind assisting your kin on the Lost Island in overcoming their current predicant."
Shiayar spoke sincerely.
Still not a lie, but heartfelt truth,
"So, beautiful Golden Elf lady."
"Would you try trusting ?"
His words paused slightly.
"Co join , in this era where the magic web has not yet been woven, where nothing has taken shape—"
"Together, let us pave the path for this new era nad ’magic’.
"By the way, I haven’t introduced myself yet."
Shiayar smiled.
Then, he extended his hand toward the young girl in front of him.
"My na is Shiayar, Shiayar Egutt."
"I am a Beastmaster and also a Wizard."
Beastmaster...
Wizard...
Hathaway silently repeated these two terms which she had never heard before.
And also—
Shiayar Egutt.
With these thoughts, the Golden Elf gently extended her fair hand onto his.
His hand was not very sturdy, but rather quite slender and well-articulated.
"Hathaway."
She spoke softly.
"Hathaway Zerkin."
...
"Master, what are you thinking?"
The phantom house floated amidst the Dinsional Void.
This was the third form developed by Jayee during this period—"Mobile Base Type II."
Of course, according to Shiayar’s managent, he gave this tal construct shape a brand-new na.
"Xaya’s Flying House."
Still as poor in naming as ever.
"I’m pondering a question."
"Which ca first in the world, the chicken or the egg."
Shiayar lay on the recliner, watching Jayee’s spectral form in ship-girl mode nearby while peeling a pear for himself.
"Obviously, all my arcane arts and wizard knowledge ca from my teacher’s instruction."
"But now, in the Echo of History, I’m teaching growing master arcane arts and wizard knowledge, using spiritual power to gather magic power, constructing spell models, completing magical casting techniques..."
"Basically an infinite looping paradox."
He took a big bite out of the snow pear in his hand, sighing with satisfaction.
During this period, Shiayar and Hathaway remained in the depths of the void in the flying house, studying arcane arts and magic day and night.
This brought Shiayar a mix of pain and pleasure.
The pleasure ca from being the teacher of his growing master, giving him a rebellious thrill.
Simply exhilarating.
The pain ca from discovering his teacher truly deserving of the future Black Tower’s "Eternal One Page."
Even though she had just begun mastering magic power, her progress can only be described as rapid.
In many areas, Shiayar only needed to give a slight hint, and Hathaway quickly deduced new ideas, perfecting the most basic arcane arts into practical spell models.
In just a few months, her learning progress had quickly advanced from simple 1-Ring and 2-Ring "Fireball Technique," "Great Fireball Technique"—to the level of the 6-Ring "Multiple Dragon Lightning," "teor Shower," and "Blizzard."
Beyond that, the 7-Ring magic is enough to harm legendary powerful pros, the so-called "forbidden spells."
Shiayar knew only so much about forbidden spells.
After all, his initial purpose of learning arcane arts and magic wasn’t for combat but to rapidly understand the underlying rules and principles of the world through studying arcane arts, enhancing his understanding of the world.
His combat capability system primarily revolves around Pet Beast skills, with spells and magical artifacts serving more as auxiliary tools, such as using calculation spells to assist in trajectory calculations for Spear of Damnation launches.
He also relied on his powerful spiritual power to morize quite a few original texts on forbidden spells, but mostly out of the "I may never use them, but I can’t afford not to know them" rationale, rarely used in actual battles.
"Shiayar."
The crisp sound of footsteps approached.
The long-haired Golden Elf, holding a tiny Dragon of the Night, arrived beside Shiayar.
Perhaps because they were both victims of a disaster, and also once belonged to one of the three royal courts, Hathaway had an excellent relationship with Ye among Shiayar’s Pet Beasts.
"I’ve completed my specific spell model for positioning, and I’ve nad it ’Hathaway. Dinsional Anchor Point’."
Her words carried a tone of joy.
Because the completion of this spell ant she could freely traverse the Dinsional Void, Astral Realm, and Lost Island without Shiayar’s help.
In other words.
She was now capable of returning to the Lost Island.
Moreover, bringing with her this ’magic’ as a magnificent treasure capable of illuminating the Elf Clan’s future path.
However, her joy soon faded.
She looked at the young man beside her, opening her mouth with a slight anticipation.
"Shiayar, can you accompany for a journey back to the Lost Island?"
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