The wind brings a nostalgic fragrance.
Just in an instant.
Silvia felt a stirring in her heart, one that made her instinctively hold her breath.
Even the thoughts that had gradually cald while conversing with Enola started to surge once more.
In her eyes, a silver light flickered.
In that mont, Silvia summoned her strength and spirit.
From a higher perspective, she re-examined her sea of consciousness.
She eliminated the interference of illusions and longing, and the influence of various personal emotions and entanglents.
Then—
After re-examining her sea of consciousness from an imasurable height.
Silvia reached an incredibly certain, incredibly clear conclusion.
The information she perceived was not her illusion, nor was it lovesickness borne from yearning day and night.
But rather, an undeniable reality.
He truly has returned.
Thud—
Thud—
The courtyard beca utterly silent, even the sound of a needle dropping to the ground was remarkably clear.
"Indeed..."
Silvia gently placed her hand on her chest, feeling the distinctly audible sound of her heartbeat.
"Even though I kept saying that I was too impatient, saying that compared to Ennie, I was at a disadvantage."
"But when that day finally ca, I still couldn’t control my emotions, discarding everything I said before."
She smiled slightly.
"However, this version of is the true ."
"Not the White Tower Master, nor the Gray-Silver Witch..."
"But Silvia Brunestadt."
"The Silvia to whom Brother Shiayar once confessed, not as a brother to a sister, but as one who loves another."
If not for this.
Then five hundred years ago, when she ascended to the legendary rank and established the White Tower...
Silvia should have pursued power, striding further down the lonely path of becoming a god, like countless legendary beings on the Western Continent did.
Instead of choosing to bury herself in the White Tower, waiting for that elusive opportunity to reunite with Shiayar in the future.
No one could possibly judge whether her choice was right or wrong.
At least for most legendary powerful pros on the Western Continent from ancient tis to the present, to give up the chance to beco stronger or even a deity for the sake of youthful love... and to spend hundreds of years waiting for an elusive person, is essentially an unfathomable decision.
Yet, regardless—
At least in Silvia’s heart, she is extrely grateful for the decision she made over five hundred years ago when the White Tower was established.
Fortunately, she did not accept the invitation of other legendary beings to walk the path of becoming a god at that ti.
She has a premonition that if she had chosen that path, ultimately, the distance between her and that young man would only have widened.
Even if she t Shiayar again in the future, the two of them would rely be passing guests in each other’s lives, strangers unable to even exchange a smile upon eting.
Silver magic power flowed, carrying with it Silvia’s emotions, rising and falling like the tides.
In just a mont, Silvia’s figure transford into a streak of light and vanished.
With the rank of a throne powerful pro.
She headed towards the center of the Imperial Capital Calot, towards that pure white tower, also where the nostalgic presence had erged.
...
When that stream of silvery light beca static once more.
What t her eyes was a tranquil garden.
Although it was still dusk, the surroundings of the garden were as cold and serene as night.
Underneath the pitch-black sky, a thin layer of moonlight lay on the stone steps, like a silver gown.
Silvia was all too familiar with the scenery before her.
Because this was once unique to the only daughter of the Duke of Azure Garden—the small courtyard belonging to Silvia Brunestadt in the ancient realm known as Azure Garden.
Before Silvia had that fateful encounter with Shiayar beside the steep cliff, during the darkest tis, Silvia often wandered around this small courtyard.
Gazing at the splendid stars in the night sky, inhaling the fragrance of the little white flowers that blood on the small tree she had planted with her long-gone mother, she spent one night after another enduring the hardships.
Additionally, this small courtyard was also the backdrop for many shared mories with Shiayar.
On countless deep nights, they would sit on the steps of the courtyard, holding the tea cups of what Shiayar called "Xiangpiaopiao", having deep conversations.
From setting the resolution to beco a Beastmaster.
To no longer being cowardly, but rather, with Brother Shiayar’s encouragent, having the courage to face the divine entity within her at dusk...
And then deciding not to speak and instead start writing a diary because her words would strip the spirituality of living beings... to this day, the "Diary of the Silver Witch" has nearly a thousand pages.
If Silvia had not, with her legendary rank, spatially folded the interior of the diary, a single book could hardly contain it all.
This small courtyard has witnessed countless firsts in Silvia’s life.
Of course, the true courtyard inside the Brunestadt Family Estate had long been buried under history’s sands following the cataclysmic Godly Descent, never to be found again.
The garden in this section of the White Tower was ticulously recreated by Silvia in a one-to-one scale, based on her mories, after she attained the rank of a throne.
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