Hate me, Miss Witch!-Chapter 439 - 222: Teacher Shaar, Did You See It? This Tower Was Built for You (5k)

Chapter 439: Chapter 222: Teacher Shaar, Did You See It? This Tower Was Built for You (5k)

First Era, Western Continent.

Watcher’s Hill.

This is a desolate hill located in the central part of the Western Continent.

It is said that a thousand years ago, before the cataclysm erupted, this was the site of one of the three royal courts of the Glorious Era - the Giant’s Royal Court.

However, unlike the Ancient Dragon Royal Court, which still has remnants of ruins, and the Elven Royal Court, said to coexist with the Lost Island above the Endless Ocean Domain,

the fate of the Giant’s Royal Court is even more tragic than the other two races’ royal courts.

In the chaos at the beginning of the cataclysm, as the core battlefield of the fabled creatures, the Giant’s Royal Court was engulfed by the aftershocks of the divine war—

under the glory of the fallen deities, every inch of land and architecture of the Giant’s Royal Court, including all living beings within, was swallowed by the violent spatial turbulence caused by the divine clash...

completely ground into dust, leaving not even the slightest trace of remains.

It was an extinction of an entire race, with the blood of countless giants staining the desolate hills a glaring crimson, unfading even after a millennium.

In the centuries that followed, a legend spread among the surrounding human kingdoms.

There was a half-crazed legendary mountain giant, who constantly wandered these blood-colored hills.

It is said that this mountain giant was once a guardian general of the Giant’s Royal Court, who escaped the initial disaster because he was away on a mission...

But after narrowly escaping doom, he did not, like other surviving giants, seek another place to recover... instead, he wandered day and night on this hill, upon the ruins of the court he once guarded.

Every full moon night, residents near this hill could hear the mournful cries of the mountain giant.

Occasionally, human adventurers coveted the possible extraordinary material and sacred relics remaining in the ruins of the Giant’s Royal Court... venturing to explore and treasure hunt in the ruins.

Then, they were torn to pieces by the furious mountain giant.

Eventually, this hill carrying the ruins of the Giant’s Royal Court also became, in the mouths of surrounding humans, akin to a forbidden zone of life.

The mountain giant wandering on the ruins of the royal court was referred to by the surviving adventurers as the "Watcher of the Court."

Along with the forbidden ruins of the Giant’s Royal Court, it was called "Watcher’s Hill."

The past, over a thousand years, is already buried in the annals of time.

And the mountain giant called the "Watcher of the Court" also eventually reached the end of life at some point, turning into a gray and withered corpse on Watcher’s Hill.

Only the name of this place was passed down, becoming a vague and untraceable legend in the tales of wandering poets, along with the story of that mountain giant.

...

Plop—

On a crimson, barren, and rocky hill.

A pitch-black space rift quietly cracked open on the dim sky.

In the next instant.

A crystal high heel silently emerged from the space rift.

Followed by a golden elf maiden in a simple white robe, her red-gold hair flowing.

With elegant movements, she lightly stepped onto this blood-red hill.

"It’s really been a long time..."

"Western Continent."

"No, more accurately... this should be my first visit."

The golden elf set foot on the desolate hill.

One of her eyes was half-closed, using the only open right eye, she looked down upon this desolate hill.

The lifespan of the Giant Race compared to humans is much longer, but unless one breaks through to Demigod and undergoes a transformation of life’s essence, evolving into non-human fabled creatures, the lifespan is not infinite.

That "Watcher of the Court" has long since passed away, but due to numerous forbidden rumors, and the ominousness brought by these eternally bloodstained ruins of the royal court, humans around still regard this as a forbidden zone of life, not daring to set foot in it.

Amidst the barren ranges, only the golden elf maiden with one eye half-closed was left alone.

She observed for a long time.

After a long while, in her pale golden eyes, which seemed to have endured through ages, a hint of nostalgia flickered.

"Although countless times before, I had imagined the real scenery of the Western Continent beyond the Lost Island..."

"But, when truly leaving that island on the ocean and seeing the landscape of the Western Continent... it actually feels ordinary."

"Even, somewhat disappointing."

"So, was it all because of you..."

"Teacher Shaar."

Hathaway’s lips moved slightly, whispering softly.

In the "Xaya’s Little Flying House" drifting in the Astral Realm, in the grand library of the Lost Island, in the library Teacher Shaar left for her...

In countless hard-to-endure nights, Hathaway under the thin candlelight, through the damaged and worn ancient books, line by line of tiny words... fantasized about the world beyond the Lost Island.

It wasn’t perpetually shrouded in the veil of Eternal Night, but was the splendid scenery bathed in sunlight.

But, when those countless fantasies came into reality, when she truly returned from the long wanderings in the Astral Realm, truly stepping onto the land of the Western Continent.

Hathaway found... she wasn’t as excited as she had envisioned.

"Indeed—"

"From the start, what I was looking forward to wasn’t ’seeing the vibrant world outside the Lost Island’, ’escaping Eternal Night, bathing in sunlight’... these seemingly obvious beauties in outsiders’ eyes."