Hate me, Miss Witch!-Chapter 441 - 222: Teacher Shaar, Do You See It? This Tower Built for You

Chapter 441: Chapter 222: Teacher Shaar, Do You See It? This Tower Built for You

If she wished, Hathaway could effortlessly ascend to become a demigod, a false god, or even step to the pinnacle of fabled creatures, vying for the Throne of Heaven in this new era.

Yet, she abandoned all these opportunities, plunging into the depths of the Astral Realm to chase that elusive phantom.

To outsiders, her actions might seem no different from those of a madwoman... like a mother refusing to face reality after losing her child, deeming a rag doll as her own child, merely indulging in her own delusions, unwilling to awaken.

But, some things are just this way.

Just like the "Court Watcher" who can never forget his duty to guard the Giant Court, or Tu Shan, the fox demon, who regards unwavering loyalty to love as supreme.

Even after five hundred years, Hathaway cannot forget the time spent with Shiayar in that drifting cottage.

Cannot forget those wonderful people and events.

Call it madness, being consumed by obsession, or being governed by emotion over reason.

Others’ opinions might be objective and correct, but that’s merely the so-called correct perspective... devoid of meaning for those involved.

"Watcher’s Hill..."

"Is this place feared and even shunned by Humans, known as a place of ill omen?"

Hathaway gazed over the barren hills and uttered voiceless whispers.

"However, henceforth."

"This place will bear another name."

"If I remember correctly."

"That city, Teacher Shaar called it—"

"Knowledge City."

"Is that right?"

The slender white finger slightly extended, lightly tapping in The Void.

In the next instant.

In the left eye of the Golden Elf, a flame intertwined with an eerie blue and silvery white suddenly ignited.

Then, it blossomed with an incredibly dazzling and magnificent brilliance.

Space is twisting.

No, not only space is being twisted, but also the boundaries of rules.

The division between illusion and reality, and between fantasies and tangible things.

Roar—

Roar—

A massive roaring sound, emanating from the source point of these desolate hills.

Simultaneously resounding between heaven and earth.

Amidst that illusionary and magnificent ghostly blue flames—

Countless elemental particles coalesce in The Void.

Gently, like a serenade, the sound of chanting arises.

It is the chant of the ancient Elvish Language.

Utilized by Hathaway with the technique of "High-Speed Divine Words," enchanting as poetry yet carrying a kind of ancient and solemn majesty.

The chant of the ancient Elvish Language gathered into a prototype of Arcane Arts.

Then, constrained by that spell model.

Sky and earth... countless wandering masterless elemental particles were thus gathered, arranged, and reorganized according to Hathaway’s will.

Then, from the ethereal, formless Magic Power—

Transformed into tangible, reality-bound matter.

Roar—

The vast Magic Power and mysterious fluctuations reverberated powerfully.

Not only the surrounding Human Kingdoms but even many fabled creatures were startled by the immense fluctuations, directing their gaze toward this desolate hill, the ruins of the Giant Court.

However, at this moment, Hathaway paid no mind to those probes, filled with varying intentions, coming from the Spirit Realm and Astral Realm, some with malice, others with goodwill.

She merely silently observed the hills before her.

Once barren and empty wastelands.

Yet, at this moment, shrouded by illusionary light and shadow.

And when those twisted light and shadows finally dissipated, when the illusion dispersed.

What greeted the eyes was a grand and majestic city.

No inhabitants existed within the city, yet each building was so distinctly detailed.

With the day the Lost Island sank into the Abyss...

Shiayar and Hathaway journeyed together to that Bubble City for one last adventure.

Compared to Shiayar’s creation, a city of illusions that could only last for one day.

The city before the eyes no longer had that bustling crowd, but everything wasn’t derived from Illusion Technique; it was tangible reality.

"Teacher Shiayar..."

"You once said."

"Magic, as it is called, is the process of controlling Magic Power through the mind, manifesting fantasy into reality."

"Distorting reality, reshaping nature, using the Wizard’s intention to rewrite this imperfect world to our desired form."

"Then, I now—"

"Have manifested the city you once envisioned into reality..."

"Can this be considered, qualified to graduate from your teachings?"

Hathaway uttered a silent murmur.

Her foot lightly shifted, taking a step.

Her figure, accompanied by the opening and closing of space cracks, silently moved from the edge of the walls of this dream city to the center, the most central position.

It was a spacious square.

In the center of the square stood a massive obelisk, engraved with pale golden words in ancient Arak language.

"In the depths of the stars, lies truth and destiny."

Behind the obelisk stood an incomparably magnificent and jet-black The Tower.

Towering and majestic, piercing the sky.

"Teacher Shiayar, do you see it?"

Although the Golden Elf’s gaze fell upon this jet-black The Tower before her, the sight was also unusually far-reaching.

As if it had already penetrated this city, settling upon a distant place not belonging to this world.

"The continuation of your ideal..."

"This The Tower, built for you."