Hate me, Miss Witch!-Chapter 510 - 242: That Person, Yet Stands Where the Lanterns Are Dim

Chapter 510: Chapter 242: That Person, Yet Stands Where the Lanterns Are Dim

"You must walk step by step, eat meal by meal, this principle, I think you, with the innate talents of Silver Spirit, reaching the level of hunting a Demigod, should be even clearer than I am."

Hathaway extended her fair fingers and gently gestured.

The next moment, Crimson felt the space around it become distorted.

Immediately, it found itself caught by the Golden Elf, embraced by Hathaway.

"It’s strange when you think about it."

"Clearly, you are on par with a Demigod, enough to be described as a Fabled Creature. If you wished, manifesting a mighty and domineering form wouldn’t be a problem."

"Yet you and Silver still prefer to keep this cute appearance..."

"Should I say this is your master’s quirky taste?"

Hathaway gently caressed the fiery red Dumpling in her embrace, rolling and kneading it comfortably, while speaking softly with a sigh.

Being embraced by the Golden Elf, the little silver spirit was slightly stunned and instinctively wanted to struggle.

Although you are indeed my master’s teacher... and my master does seem quite interested in being the disobedient disciple, maybe one day we’ll all be family.

But I have, after all, sworn allegiance and acknowledged the big sister and mistress’s pet beast.

Loyal servant, no, a loyal beast serves only one master.

My acknowledged mistress is Silvia Brunestadt, and I have invested all my shares in the Silvia stock at Jayee’s market; how can I easily betray my camp at this moment?

Sylvia Faction reaches to the sky!

Meow meow meow~

Crimson meowed a few times, about to declare bold words like "Born as a Xishi’s subject, die as a Xishi’s ghost," "My master is to the north, do not make me face south to die," "Only a Life Slayer, never a servant of the sea" to the Golden Elf before it.

But Crimson quickly realized...

In this Echo of History, its master’s teacher seems unaware that their master comes from the future.

If the Golden Elf before it knew, that their master was indeed from the future and also her student, who hasn’t revealed it just to take advantage of the young master and fulfill a teacher’s itch...

Then their Beastmaster would probably be in trouble, right?

For a moment, the little silver spirit could only stop struggling and stayed quietly in place.

But the next moment, Crimson suddenly froze.

Because it saw the book before it, inscribed with ancient Elvish Language.

Having mingled in the First Era for over five hundred years and interacted with many old Fabled Creatures from the Previous Epoch for so long, it could distinguish these ancient words.

"Meow meow meow~ (Is the master back?)"

The little silver spirit let out a joyful cry, and the red light surrounding the crimson Dumpling grew stronger.

Crimson’s astral spirit body’s form flickered, about to leave the Great Library in the Black Tower and use the Astral Realm as a medium to travel to the Endless Ocean Domain above the original coordinates of the Lost Island.

However, Crimson soon discovered.

No matter how it summoned its power, it could not escape the embrace of the Golden Elf.

The spatial rules around the Great Library seemed to be fortified with some unbreakable, iron-like force.

Making it impossible even for Crimson, who could escape from the chase of a True God, to move an inch.

Hiss—

The little silver spirit drew a sharp breath.

As expected of its master’s teacher indeed.

The power of Silverfire is truly terrifying.

"Don’t worry, Crimson."

"I know how eager you are to see your master..."

"In fact, I also wish to travel to the Endless Ocean Domain immediately to meet him."

Hathaway caressed the crimson Dumpling in her arms.

The light in those crimson-golden beautiful eyes became even more brilliant.

Not just the little silver spirit.

During these five hundred years, in the longing for the boy who brought a fleeting brightness to her life, the Golden Elf believed she would not lose to anyone.

"But now, the Black Tower is exposed, under the watchful eyes of those True Gods."

"Our every move could be noticed by those deities lurking above the Astral Realm... and thus disrupt his plans and arrangements."

"Moreover—"

A hint of coldness flashed in the beautiful eyes of the Golden Elf.

"I still can’t be sure if the one returning from the Abyss is truly the one I’ve longed for day and night..."

"Or is it some abominable being that has occupied his body."

This was a wait that spanned five hundred years.

Hathaway had waited far too long for this day to arrive.

So, the closer this day approached.

Hathaway forced herself to stay calm, responding with the most cautious mind, rather than allowing the joy of reunion to overwhelm her reason, pushing that perfect story towards an unwanted end.

Though she was firmly convinced that in that Abyss, in the battle within the depths of the Soul, the boy would surely prevail and defeat that ancient remnant soul.

On the other hand—

Hathaway had prepared herself for the worst possible outcome in her heart, too.

Should the one occupying the boy’s body, the one emerging victorious from the Abyss, be the ancient remnant soul living for countless years.

Then, she would have to personally end the life of the young human’s body, to avenge him.

And from that shattered body, seek out the memories and Soul fragments that belonged to the boy once.

Then, spend her entire life finding a way to piece together those Soul and memory fragments, seeking that one in a million chance to awaken his Soul again—

A tiny miracle.

This was something Hathaway did not wish to face.

But she had no choice but to prepare for the worst-case scenario.

The long five hundred years as a wanderer in the Astral Realm had already stripped Hathaway of any trace of her past innocence.

She had no choice but to become profound, to mature.

Because Hathaway could not afford to gamble, nor did she dare to.

"However, that is ultimately a very small probability."

"Since you left with such dashing parting words back then."

"Then, if you don’t keep this dashing image all the way, it would go against your aesthetics, would it not, Teacher Shaar."

The Golden Elf raised her head, speaking softly.

"And if the one who returns from the Abyss is truly you."

"With your restless nature."

"I’m sure it won’t be long before you stage a grand show on the Western Continent."

"And with that grand show, you shall proclaim your return... Teacher Shaar."

Her words suddenly paused.

The next moment.

Starlight abruptly emerged.

With a slight thought, Hathaway caused the eternal Darkness surrounding the Great Library to gradually fade away, revealing the dark night sky outside.

And the meteor shower descending like ocean tides from the celestial vault.

Each meteor shone brightly, falling to the earth.

And the silhouette of the black-haired, black-eyed youth stood amidst the dream-like starlight, smiling at the Golden Elf and Crimson before him.

In the night, the east wind scatters a thousand blossoms, more and more, the stars fall like rain.

Through the crowd I sought him a thousand times, at a sudden glance, he was there in the dim light.