Lilianna slowly began to speak.
When she reached this point, she unconsciously raised her head and looked toward the girl in the black dress, at the figure upon the Ice-Sealed Throne.
Her relationship with the human boy nad Shiayar, in the end, was rely a brief encounter five hundred years ago.
Yet on that day, the day the Lost Island fell into the Abyss.
Even though Lilianna at that ti only caught a fleeting glimpse of Shiayar’s true form in action.
But the brilliance of that mont was deeply etched into the depths of Lilianna’s soul.
Speaking of which, he too was human.
If at this mont he were also on the Western Continent.
Then those fabled creatures might not dare to be so rampant as they are now.
"I understand."
The girl in the black dress nodded, showing little fluctuation upon hearing Lilianna’s words.
Lilianna was not human, and likewise, she was not human, so naturally, she wouldn’t feel indignation over "one’s race becoming vassals to mythological beings."
The reason she concerned herself with human affairs was solely because of Shiayar.
"What about the Supre Black Tower?"
"Information about the Black Tower in the sea of subconsciousness in the Spirit Realm also exists in limited quantities, showing that it is not widely known among the people of the Western Continent, only circulating in small circles."
"It seems to be sothing the mythological beings vaguely inferred through scraps of evidence."
"There is a disturbance coming from the depths of the Astral Realm..."
"They say in whispers, that the Golden Elf, which ans Sister Hathaway, is about to return."
"Furthermore, she seems to have announced through the Astral Realm to all whom are able to sense its existence..."
"When she returns, that is when the Supre Black Tower will be established."
...
"Has the Main Material Plane already progressed to such a point?"
Sitting on a chair woven from night, the girl in the black dress gently nodded her exquisite chin.
"I understand."
"This ti you’ve worked hard, Lily, go rest in the city first."
"Alright."
Though there were still many questions she wanted to explore.
Nevertheless, at that mont, Lilianna rely responded respectfully before silently retreating.
The entire hall returned to its profound silence.
Leaving only the contemplative girl in the black dress, and the figure upon the Ice-Sealed Throne.
After a long ti—
The girl in the black dress, or more accurately, Augutina, finally awoke from deep contemplation.
She gently turned her body, looking at the throne where the boy seed to be in a deep, peaceful sleep.
"Did you hear that, Shiayar..."
"Or rather, Master."
A faint curve appeared at the corner of Augutina’s mouth.
"The Master you always longed for is soon to return from the Astral Realm, you know."
"And upon returning, she desires to fulfill your dream, to establish that Black Tower, a tower ant solely for wizards."
"However... your teacher’s current predicant isn’t likely to be very pleasant..."
"After you caused such a stir, the existence of the Lost Island and its secrets are no longer hidden from the false gods who survived since before the Great Catastrophe."
"The Lost Island... it involves remnants of the creator from the Glorious Era, and might indeed directly link to the future seat of the Throne of Heaven in the new Era..."
"By then, your Golden Elf Instructor might beco a target of those half-mad false gods—"
"Though I reckon Hathaway has long prepared to stand against the world..."
"But would you really bear it?"
"To sleep alone, watching your beloved, or at least second beloved girl, facing the battle alone..."
"Several months ago, I noticed that ancient wave disappear..."
"So perhaps it’s ti for you to awaken."
Augutina’s soft whisper faded into the night.
Yet upon the Ice-Sealed Throne, the boy with the bowed head continued in his slumber, undisturbed.
"I’ve spoken too much."
Augutina pursed her red lips, a glimr of complex emotions flickering in her eyes.
"That was the teacher you cherished most...having left an indelible mark on you like Ennie, a girl that belonged to you alone."
"Even without my words, if she were in danger, you would awaken forcibly to save her, even if the ti wasn’t ripe for you to awaken."
"Just as you did over five hundred years ago."
She murmured softly, her crimson gold dragon eyes becoming distant.
"One day—
"Can I too hold a place in your heart.
"To beco the sole heroine in that "hero who cos to my rescue whenever I cry out" tale?"
...
Augutina’s gentle self-talk faded into the night, unheard by any.
She let out a soft sigh, then leaned back lazily against her chair,
In the next mont, Augutina’s pale fingers grasped at The Void.
The dim night unveiled itself.
A delicate and exquisite glass wine goblet appeared soundlessly in her hand as the night unfolded.
The crimson red wine swayed lightly with the motions of her fingers, reflecting multicolored brilliance.
"These five hundred years, I’ve indeed felt a bit bored."
"Even my winemaking skills developed out of sheer idleness."
"Nevertheless, it was my own choice."
"I helped the Elven Royal Court, my friendship with Hathaway was one part, but more importantly, I wanted to help you a little."
"Although I know that at the ti, you had no strength to spare for these matters, and that the elves of the Lost Island were cursed by the Ancient Sun God, and you worried he might have further plans, threatening Hathaway’s safety—"
"Thus, you forcibly made the whole Lost Island fall with you into the Abyss."
"Yet in your heart, you felt deeply guilty for those elves of the Lost Island, whom you further dragged into the Abyss just after they’d barely freed themselves from the clutches of the Ancient Sun God."
"These years, I’ve taken care of the Elven Royal Court, helped them build the City of Wind and Snow—"
"Consider it a small aid in alleviating so of your remorse."
While speaking, Augutina raised the wine goblet.
The rim of the glass gently touched, and the crimson wine made her vibrant red lips even more vivid.
But at this mont, Augutina paused slightly.
The next mont, she gazed at the glass goblet in her pale fingers, her eyes growing deep.
"This painstakingly brewed wine, it’s only right that you should taste it too..."
"Even if your beloved Ennie is still resting..."
In over five hundred years, Augutina had gradually uncovered so patterns.
Though she may be resting, if Shiayar’s body faced danger, the Sacred Spear, too, would reawaken.
However...from the beginning to the end, what Augutina desired was never to harm Shiayar.
Slowly, Augutina inched her figure closer to the boy on the Throne.
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