Chapter 66: Blood-Stained Rose
Western Continent, Golden Plains.
Vast, pitch-black dragon wings obscured the sun as the enormous Black Scale Lesser Dragon flew at high speed, traversing the plains that imbued all things with a trace of golden radiance.
The scenery of the plains was monotonous. From time to time, powerful or weak Familiars would poke their heads out from the waist-high grass, but they would soon be intimidated by the undisguised dragon’s might from above and hide away again.
After an unknown amount of time, the monotonous landscape of the plains finally changed.
At the end of the horizon—
A majestic Tower slowly emerged.
This giant Tower was entirely white, its tall body reaching directly into the clouds. Its magnificent presence seemed as if it would connect the earth and the sky.
Surrounding this White Tower were clusters of buildings and wide city walls.
With the Tower as its core, the building clusters formed a prosperous and bustling City.
At the entrance of the Tower stood a massive obelisk.
On the obelisk, two lines of ancient text were written in Brilliant golden patterns—
[Holy Calendar Year 360, Month of Abundance]
[“Azure Silver Witch” Silvia Brunnhildr establishes the Cretaceous Tower on the Golden Plains]
High in the sky, the arrival of the Black Scale Lesser Dragon caused a small commotion within the City.
Soon, powerful auras rose from within the White Tower.
However, they were quickly retracted, and the spiritual energies that probed outwards disappeared, as if sensing something.
The Black Scale Lesser Dragon flapped its wings and slowly descended onto the plaza in front of the Tower, maintaining a suspended posture.
“Welcome back to the White Tower, Lord Fiolen.”
A dispassionate female voice came.
It was a woman wearing a pure white wizard robe, with a simple and elegant face.
She held a Book in her hand, quietly watching the hovering Black Scale Lesser Dragon at the entrance of the White Tower.
Although she didn’t seem particularly remarkable, everyone within the White Tower knew her identity.
She was the Grand Library administrator and Vice Tower Master of the White Tower—Isvilda.
Isvilda was a Beast Tamer who truly possessed her own title, and she was not weak even among the Sixth Ring. Considering her age, she might even have the potential to become a Legend.
Currently, within the Cretaceous Tower, only Isvilda’s status was sufficient to receive Fiolen at this time.
However, at this moment, Fiolen, wearing a metal mask, did not take the time to exchange pleasantries.
She dismounted from the Black Scale Lesser Dragon and walked directly towards Isvilda.
Then, she spoke urgently in a clear and cold voice.
“Isvilda, take me to the Netherworld.”
“I wish to meet the Tower Master in person.”
…
Ancient Azure Court, Historical Echo.
Silvia stood amidst the magnificent Sea of Flowers, silently gazing at the Royal Capital below and the distant Sea.
Shaya accompanied the Maiden silently by her side, watching the Sea of Flowers that covered the mountains and plains, as well as the serene City and coastline under the sunset.
After a long while, Silvia moved slightly and wrote on her diary for Shaya to see: “What a beautiful view.”
Although she had heard of this place before, Silvia had never been here herself.
Now that she was here in person, the scenery was far more beautiful and splendid than she had ever imagined.
Shaya nodded. “Who could say otherwise?”
Thus, the Sun gradually set, eventually sinking below the Sea.
The afterglow of the sunset spread across the Sea, and the setting Sun and its reflection merged, forming a complete circle.
The Sea of Flowers on the mountaintop and the City below were covered in a layer of Light golden radiance.
This was the last radiance of the sunset, and soon, the silent night would envelop the entire City.
Just then, firelight rose from the edge of the Royal Capital below the mountain.
Initially, it was just a few scattered points, but soon, the fire spread rapidly like a conflagration, engulfing more than half of the Royal Capital.
The scorching flames dyed the dusky sky crimson, and also illuminated Silvia’s eyes.
What happened?
Was there an accident with an alchemy experiment, and the City caught fire?
Silvia looked bewildered at the City below, which had lit up like a bonfire in the dark night.
But soon, the words that reached her ears made her heart tremble, and she no longer had the leisure to think about other matters.
“Silvia, I have a few words I want to say to you.”
Shaya’s voice was gentle, causing Silvia to nervously grip the hem of her clothes.
A flustered look, like a startled deer, flashed in her eyes, yet it was mingled with a bit of anticipation and joy. Even the words written in her diary became somewhat crooked.
“What is it?”
“Silvia, close your eyes first.”
Shaya’s voice was as gentle as ever, but a hint of something else was subtly mixed within.
However, Silvia, whose heart was filled with happiness, sweetness, and nervousness at that moment, naturally couldn’t perceive the hidden meaning.
She nodded obediently and then closed her eyes.
Is Brother Shaya going to confess to me?
Or, does he want to kiss me directly?
Will it be my forehead or my lips…
How should I respond to Brother Shaya then?
Although we are not blood-related, Brother Shaya is merely an external family member. I don’t know if Father and the rigid elders in the family would agree to our relationship.
However, even if they don’t agree, we can elope—
Although doing so would be unfair to Father, if I could be with Brother Shaya, even giving up my noble status and living anonymously in a place of green hills and clear waters seems like a good idea.
Speaking of which, if we get married, what names should our future children have?
Silvia’s heart was filled with myriad complex thoughts.
She tiptoed slightly, both nervous yet full of anticipation, waiting with yearning and hope.
But.
A few seconds later.
What echoed in Silvia’s ears was not the expected confession.
But a long sigh.
“So, Silvia, you still don’t understand.”
“Yearning—”
“Is always the emotion furthest from understanding.”
Wh-
What?
Before the words even finished.
A sharp pain suddenly shot through Silvia’s chest.
She managed to open her eyes.
What she saw was a sharp, crimson blade piercing through her chest.
And on the black-haired youth’s face, an expression so unfamiliar to Silvia.
“Then—”
“Farewell, Silvia.”
The icy cold voice echoed in the empty mountain.
Hot blood dripped onto the purple night-blooming jasmine Sea, dyeing it a vibrant red.
Just like—
A blood-stained rose.
