"But to be honest, I never expected to see you in such a sorry state."
"Shiayar."
"Or perhaps... "
"Master."
Augutina gazed up at the figure of the young man on the throne, uttering a silent whisper.
"Always in front of , in front of everyone... perpetually presenting a deanor of mystery and enigmatic control, as if omnipotent."
"But actually, you aren’t that omnipotent— "
"And rely, quietly disguised your weak and weary side, keeping it hidden from the outsiders, didn’t you?"
"In that sense, I am quite fortunate."
Her voice carried a hint of laughter, yet her face as flawless as ice and snow showed no trace of a smile.
"To see your most unguarded, unveiled self, free from all disguises and mystery, your truest form beneath that mask."
"It truly leaves one unable to smile at all, though... "
"If possible, I’d prefer you to maintain that unfathomable deanor... "
"In that manner, at least, you wouldn’t be as hurt as you are now."
That crimson gold gaze rippled with light.
Augutina was about to extend her pale fingers to touch the face of the young man on the throne.
Buzz—
A clear, bright hum resounded.
In front of Shiayar’s chest, the Pure Silver Holy Spear radiated an exceedingly dazzling, bright brilliance.
A vast mystery descended, and even though the spear itself remained motionless, the sharpness of its spear intent had already locked on to Augutina.
This was a warning from the Sacred Spear.
Even though separated by several eras, by infinitely distant ti.
The will of the young girl residing in the spear transcended the flow of ti, still acting upon this Sacred Spear.
Protecting Shiayar at this mont of vulnerability, preventing anyone from approaching with ulterior motives.
Were she to take even a step closer, the sharp spear intent would pierce through Augutina.
Nonetheless, even faced with the Sacred Spear, never to be underestimated even by her future self.
Augutina’s face remained calm and unchanged, not making the slightest move to evade.
"Trust , Ennie."
"I think, whether it was at that banquet or in the Second Era, I have already proven my feelings."
The sharp intent of the spear slashed at the earth.
Should the Sacred Spear fully engage, with Augutina’s current power less than a third of her future pri, she would be rcilessly obliterated by the spear, without the slightest chance of error.
Indeed, due to causality and tilines, if she were killed now... the future Queen of the Night, Augutina, would cease to exist as well.
But she simply gazed quietly at the Sacred Spear before her, allowing the sharpness of the spear’s intent to lock onto her slowly.
"I know, I may never hold a place in Shiayar’s heart to rival yours."
"You are his one and only, the most special one that no one can compare to."
"However... in this one aspect of affection, I shall not be inferior to you in the slightest."
"Besides—Ennie."
"Even though Shiayar enjoys the Sacred Spear’s eternal and immortal protection."
"But can you really bear it?"
Augutina’s gaze remained long upon the young man on the throne, unmoving.
"Watching him in such a wretched state... "
"Yet without a single person to dust off his body, change his clothes, cleanse his body, feed him, and quench his thirst."
Upon hearing Augutina’s words.
The Sacred Spear humd once more.
Then, the sharp spear intent gradually retracted bit by bit.
She was indeed correct.
The Sacred Spear, ultimately, was only a spear; capable of annihilating enemy threats for Shiayar, but incapable of performing those delicate tasks Augutina ntioned.
And at long last, a smile appeared on Augutina’s face.
"Then, Ennie."
"In the days to co, please guide well."
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