Chapter 83: The Witch Who Walked Out of History
It wasn’t until they had left the vicinity of the Dark Night Garden that Shaya noticed Aerora’s gut feeling, which had been as prickly as a startled cat’s fur, slowly subsiding.
The two walked side by side under the same umbrella.
Around them, the Imperial Capital’s streets were hazy under the rain curtain, a riot of colors, brilliant and dreamlike.
“She’s very strong.”
After walking for a long time side by side, the blonde girl beside Shaya spoke in a clear, cold voice.
“She is indeed. That was merely an avatar woven from shadows, but it felt no less than a Sixth Ring.”
“If I’m not mistaken, she should be the mistress of the Shadow Council, Queen of the Night, Augustina.”
“It is said she wields a part of the authority over darkness and secrecy. Whether that’s true or not, I don’t know.”
Shaya nodded.
Aside from his teacher, this was the first time he had faced a Legend this closely.
Even though it was just an avatar, the pressure it exerted on Shaya was not insignificant.
“There’s more than that—”
Aerora spoke again. “The way she looked at you, it was wrong.”
“I sensed something was off too,” Shaya agreed. “I felt like she was about to sell me to a slave trader for money.”
That’s why he preferred to pawn extra items for cash rather than haggle.
Otherwise, considering Shaya’s current poverty, he wouldn’t have minded working for a week to earn money.
The offer from the other party was indeed generous, making him a little tempted.
“It’s quite rare for a Legend to care so much about worldly gold coins.”
“Could it be that the fabled Queen of the Night is also racking her brains, just like me, because she doesn’t have enough money to buy extraordinary materials?”
In that moment, Shaya, also poor, sympathized with the other party.
We are all travelers in distress, why should we have met before.
Beside Shaya, Aerora merely tilted her head.
Then.
In her heart, she secretly raised her vigilance level towards the Queen of the Night to a level exceeding that of Guild Leader Diris.
Her level was now on par with Isadorella, the Empire’s Second Princess, whom Aerora had never met.
These were all rivals who, in Aerora’s eyes, were qualified to pose a threat to her.
Don’t ask why Aerora felt wary of the Queen of the Night after only meeting her once.
Ask her, and she’ll say it’s women’s exclusive Intuition EX.
From Aerora’s understanding of Shaya, her childhood friend possessed the “beauty that attracts bees and butterflies” trait. Just by being there, women would flock around him.
Of course, Aerora could completely understand this. After all, no one knew Shaya’s excellence better than she did.
However, if someone were to step over her and steal the forbidden fruit before her—
That was something Aerora absolutely could not tolerate.
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Golden Plains, Cretaceous Tower.
Within the grand library of the White Tower, myriad bookshelves made of Golden Silkwood stretched out, appearing grand and magnificent.
Countless books were neatly arranged on the massive wooden shelves, exuding an ancient and tranquil aura.
Fiolen stood at the entrance of the library, looking back at the tranquil Grand Library.
“Are you leaving already?”
The woman in the white robe with a plain face spoke from behind Fiolen.
“Silent Singer” Isvilda’s voice was calm. “Actually, you can return to the White Tower. There’s no need to keep fighting outside.”
“No need… The White Tower is like your title.”
“It’s too serene, too peaceful here. It’s only suitable for those single-minded seekers of truth to learn and research Arcane arts and knowledge.”
Fiolen glanced at Isvilda through her metal mask. “Of course, for you all, teaching and educating people isn’t bad either.”
“But for me, the cold, killing battlefield is where I feel truly free.”
“I promised His Highness that I would only return this time to repay the White Tower for the kindness of raising me.”
Isvilda hesitated before speaking again. “So, within the Netherworld…”
“That is a world shrouded in twilight. Without peak Sixth Ring strength, there’s no point in even thinking about entering the depths of the palace.”
“To be frank, I still have lingering fears.”
As she spoke, a hint of lingering fear appeared in Fiolen’s eyes.
Despite her strength, she had only managed to reach the Hall of Thrones for a few seconds. Before she could even get a clear look at the figure on the throne, she was forcibly expelled from the Plane.
The solidified majesty had even caused some damage to her soul, forcing her to recuperate in the White Tower for several days before recovering.
“What about the Tower Master…?”
“I’m not sure, but that solidified might did indeed originate from the throne.”
“Her Majesty, the Azure Silver Witch, should still be in deep sleep on the throne. And her strength seems to be growing even as she sleeps, far surpassing ordinary Legends.”
“I don’t know if she heard my words.”
“In any case, I’ve repaid the kindness of being nurtured. Now it’s time for me to leave.”
She walked out of the Grand Library, and the scene before her changed, transforming into the White Tower’s plaza.
The next moment, a colossal Black Scale Lesser Dragon was summoned onto the plaza, exuding a chilling draconic might.
Isvilda nodded calmly.
Regardless, knowing that the Tower Master was still alive was good news for the White Tower.
A living Legend. As long as this news existed, the White Tower’s status on the Western Continent would be unshakeable.
She thought for a moment and spoke again. “Are you still planning to use the Empire’s teleportation array to return?”
“Yes, but I need to get to the border first—”
Fiolen’s words were cut short.
The next instant.
The expressions of both Fiolen and Isvilda changed simultaneously.
“Military teleportation array?”
A line of light golden text suddenly appeared in the void before them, without any warning.
Twelve streams of light illuminated.
Almost without hesitation, Fiolen and Isvilda simultaneously summoned all their Familiars.
The solemn draconic might, the “Requiem” that brought death to all who heard it…
The peak skills of over a dozen Familiars were about to erupt at that instant.
Inside the Grand Library behind Isvilda, the wooden bookshelves holding thousands of books swayed precariously amidst the erupting magical fluctuations, emitting creaking sounds of breakage.
However, the next moment.
A dim yellow light silently emerged.
It obscured the entire sky.
The actions of all the Familiars—the Emperor-grade Black Scale Lesser Dragon, the Crowned Gryphon, and the Death Singer—froze at that moment.
Along with them, the thousands of bookshelves in the Grand Library, on the verge of shattering, were also suspended in the solidified twilight.
It was only then that Fiolen and Isvilda saw beside them—
The graceful figure that appeared from the radiant light.
She had silver hair and silver eyes, wearing a somewhat tattered pitch-black gauze dress. Layer upon layer of dim yellow wings cascaded down her back, illusory and hazy.
She walked out of the solidified twilight.
Then, in her somewhat worn red high heels, she approached Isvilda and Fiolen.
“Sylvia… Tower Master.”
Isvilda’s previously calm voice carried an undeniable tremor.
Unlike Fiolen, who had already left the White Tower, Isvilda was a librarian of the Grand Library, passed down through generations.
Her elder, along with others, was one of the initial founders who followed Sylvia in establishing the White Tower.
Therefore, unlike the new generation members of the White Tower, Isvilda had never forgotten the mission passed down by her family.
Their true duty was not merely being librarians of the Grand Library, but rather, they were the “grave keepers” of the Azure Silver Witch.
As long as the one sleeping in the grave did not awaken, the mission of the grave keepers would continue generation after generation, endlessly.
And now—
A figure who should have lived in history had actually walked out of the tomb she had buried herself in.
Her appearance and attire were identical to the portraits passed down through Isvilda’s family.
The graceful figure in the twilight turned her head and looked at Isvilda, light golden text appearing in the void.
“I recognize your bloodline’s aura. It is from the same source as the little girl I saved when I first established the White Tower.”
“Mhm, that was my great-grandmother…”
“I…”
Isvilda’s usually calm and beautiful face showed an unconcealable tremor.
She, who was titled “Silent Singer,” was now too excited to organize her words.
This was her family’s generational mission and aspiration.
And now, it had unexpectedly become reality.
But the witch named Azure Silver did not linger her gaze on the excited Isvilda for too long.
Her pure silver eyes swept over.
Then, they fixed on Fiolen’s metal mask.
“You’re the little girl who came into the palace earlier, aren’t you?”
“Did you just say you arrived using the Empire’s military teleportation array?”
Fiolen subconsciously nodded.
Although she had originated from the White Tower, she didn’t have the same generational reverence for the current Tower Master, the Azure Silver Witch, as Isvilda did, and thus wasn’t so emotionally overwhelmed.
Fiolen was merely shocked that a historical figure had appeared before her.
And amazed by that awe-inspiring might.
Despite having no outward movement, she had frozen all of her and Isvilda’s Familiars in solidified twilight.
Among all the Legends Fiolen had met, none could achieve such a feat.
If the gap between Titled and ordinary Legends was so vast that they could be instantly killed, then Titled Beast Tamers wouldn’t be called the pillar of a nation.
But then.
Fiolen’s gaze, like Isvilda’s, became stunned.
She saw that in the Azure Silver Witch’s hand.
A worn and incomplete metal disk, as if corroded by the passage of long years, silently materialized.
Fiolen recognized the metal disk.
It was an Imperial standard military teleportation array, identical to the one she had used to come to the White Tower.
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