Hate me, Miss Witch!-Chapter 526 - 244: A Girl Named Su Lun Once Came Here (10,000 Words)_6

The black-haired girl thus whispered softly.

In those clear eyes reflected a deep blue sea of flames, as if a Saintess undergoing a fiery ordeal.

Just like the epic of the Red Lotus Saintess Joan of Arc that Shiayar once told her.

When the lotus of the Red Lotus withers away, the former Dawn Saintess will vanish from the current world.

"Under the influence of the Corrective Force and historical inertia, there should be a new Dawn Saintess to fill my void."

"Whether it be those previous failed Saintess candidates or another orphan emerging from Lokiya?"

"The feeling of having one's place replaced by another, even just thinking about it, is somewhat unsettling."

"But—"

"If it's you."

"Even if the whole world forgets me, and there's no longer a single trace that I once lived in this world."

"But you, you should still remember my name, right?"

She whispered softly, like a prayer.

"Remember—"

"A girl named Su Lun once came here."

The tide of Corrective Force sounded like a mountain collapsing, thunderously echoing in Su Lun's ears.

It was the judgment of fate, already close at hand.

And Su Lun's petite figure was thus swept away by the tide of Corrective Force, drifting with the waves.

With her current Rank, using all her strength, she should be able to sustain herself a minute or two longer, maintaining her existence from being obliterated.

Will there be a turning point in these one or two minutes? Su Lun does not know.

There should have already been news of the Dawn Saintess's disappearance within the Sacred Court, but they cannot find Su Lun's meticulously hidden Magic Workshop, folded within the sub-dimension's mechanic stronghold.

Even if found, relying on the few Sacred Relics within the Sacred Court cannot withstand such a colossal Corrective Force, determined not to rest until obliterating her.

Su Lun also does not hope for the people of the Sacred Court to come; all these years, she has been extremely earnest in playing the role of a flawless Dawn Saintess, even the strictest elders within the Sacred Court could only say that Su Lun's performance as a Saintess was impeccable.

But Su Lun actually feels nothing towards the title of Saintess savior... her relationship with the Sacred Court leans more towards utilization and transaction.

The reason Su Lun persists in meticulously fulfilling the duties of a Dawn Saintess is solely for Shiayar's sake; whether initially or after joining the Golden Dawn, she just wanted to help Shiayar.

She in the overwhelming sea of flames tried to open her eyes wide.

Following the tide of Corrective Force sweeping over her, she gazed into the river of time, upstream to the mythical First Era of past history.

She wanted to know if she had done well enough this time, whether the strike, launched at the cost of her existence being erased by the Power of Historical Correction to cross the river of time, was effective in causing any harm to the source of it all.

Whether she had thwarted the Golden Dawn's plot, whether she had indeed helped Shiayar.

Crack.

At this moment.

The sound of something breaking echoed, swallowed by the roaring tide, nearly imperceptible.

It was a farewell gift, a quaint pocket watch, given to Su Lun by Shiayar in Knowledge City Lokiya when Jayee was born previously.

Shiayar urged Su Lun to keep it at all times, thus she always kept it nearby, even while bathing she never took it off.

At this moment, the pocket watch shattered.

And then.

At this moment, Su Lun witnessed a miracle.

The miracle of reversing time.

The flowing time, along with the roaring tide of Power of Historical Correction, was all segmented.

Finally pierced through.

The phantom bearing a glow moved along the river of time, parting the sea of flames, even the raging tides of Corrective Force were severed within the bright trajectory.

Just like the story in the Bible, where Prophet Moses parted the Red Sea.

In the next moment, a hand not very strong, yet with distinct knuckles, grasped Su Lun's arm, holding her tightly in its embrace.

The raging tides of Corrective Force surged again, shrieking like thunder, as if the supreme laws had been shaken and were now coming in furious roars.

"It's merely, divine justice..."

In those exceedingly familiar words, the tide of Corrective Force strong enough to obliterate True Gods was thus pounding against the back of that slender figure.

Then, vanished like a dream bubble.

Leaving not a single trace.

Within the searing embrace, the raging tide of Corrective Force previously nearly overwhelming her, now didn't even touch her in the slightest.

The person before her appeared extremely illusive within the flowing time, somewhat blurred, yet Su Lun still recognized the youth's face.

It was an appearance engraved deep into her soul, never to be forgotten even if ten, hundred, thousand years passed.

It was the name Su Lun had constantly been calling in her heart while drifting with the tide of Corrective Force earlier.

She had once heard about Shiayar and Ennie's arrangement, as long as Ennie remained someone useful to him, the youth would never abandon Enola.

Su Lun and Shiayar never made such a pinky promise, but even amidst the tide of Corrective Force, Su Lun never gave up, for she always dreamed of becoming a part of that promise too.

And at this moment, the dream came true.

The youth traversed the river of time, spanning unknown years, arrived by her side.

"Long time no see, Su Lun."

"You really helped a lot this time, if it weren't for you, I might still be tussling with that fellow for quite some time."

The youth looked at the girl in his embrace, gently stroking Su Lun's jet-black hair, tidying the strands tousled by the hot winds from the sea of flames.

In his eyes, the afterglow of time flowed and within a mere instant, he saw through all that Su Lun had gone through.

"Well done, worthy of being the girl I chose."

He gently let go.

"Once I'm back, I'll bring you home."

The surrounding flowing time transformed from the previously violent river to a tranquil stream.

Carrying Su Lun's petite body, gently returning to the Main Material Plane of the current node.