Hate me, Miss Witch!

"I hope that during next year's Lantern Festival—"

"I can eat sweet rice balls here with Brother Shiayar as a family."

As Shiayar read these words, he felt his heartbeat pause for a moment. He couldn't believe it. As a Legendary Beastmaster with formidable spiritual power, surely he had the ability to keep the diary hidden from others. The words on the page were clearly meant for him to see.

In that moment, Silvia's recent words echoed in Shiayar's mind: "Since the end has not yet come, nothing is set in stone, and this is the philosophy you, Brother Shiayar, have taught me."

Those were not mere empty words, but a solid declaration of war. And now, this was the first aggressive move launched by Silvia.

Silvia was indeed still the Silvia from Shiayar's memories. To prevent herself from deteriorating over the long years, she had buried herself within the White Tower, erasing her excess memories along with herself.

But these past five hundred years had certainly left their mark on her...

For instance, with the longing and contemplation over many years, the current Gray-Silver Witch had become extremely aggressive, lacking any semblance of the innocent and naive young girl from those years ago.

And Shiayar had to admit, Silvia's offensive was very effective. Just now, in this very moment, he was deeply moved.

「...」

A full table of dishes was wiped clean within half an hour.

It was only then that Shiayar realized the saying, "never underestimate a woman's stomach," was no empty phrase.

Although both Ennie and Isadella exhibited impeccable elegance in their manners, as hands-on combat-type Beastmasters, their appetites were not to be taken lightly.

"Guderian Borgia is dead."

After a satisfying meal, Isadella grew serious again, getting back to the matter at hand.

"Only those who have truly reached the Legendary Rank can move freely through the Astral Realm. Being unable to do so is one of my weaknesses. I was planning to purchase his precise Astral Realm whereabouts from the Dark Shadow Council and have my teacher chase him down and kill him."

"But according to Augutina's response, he has indeed fallen."

"I surmise that the Queen of the Night must have taken matters into her own hands."

'The mark I left on him has also become untraceable. It's Augutina's concealing Authority.'

Faint golden letters appeared in mid-air.

At this moment, even Silvia's usually expressionless pale cheeks seemed to carry a hint of chill.

After all, she had witnessed the entire event disguised as an Attendant of Southern Inspector Fioran at that banquet.

During the dinner, Guderian had repeatedly pressured Shiayar with an air of superiority, acting as if Shiayar was beneath his notice, earning him a spot on Silvia's kill list.

This was the first time in her current life she had harbored such intense killing intent towards someone. Not even Norton had provoked such strong feelings. Back then, she was more overcome with a despair akin to a dead heart.

If it weren't for Augutina's sound-transmitted message, plus her eagerness to reunite with Shiayar, she would never have given up the chance to kill Guderian herself to someone else.

"Now that Guderian is dead, the Borgia family, even if it persists, can no longer stir up any significant trouble," Isadella said. "The old nobility won't give up so easily. They still have more than one Legendary figure standing behind them. However, before they understand Her Highness Silvia's intentions, they will definitely not act rashly."

"Although Her Highness Silvia has been missing for some time, the various extraordinary factions of the Western Continent will definitely retain archives on past Legendaries."

"It won't be long before the news of the Gray-Silver Witch's revival spreads throughout the entire Western Continent."

While speaking, she turned to Silvia beside her. "Your Highness Silvia, I would also like to confirm your intentions on behalf of the Empire."

"I wonder if the White Tower is willing to form an alliance with the Empire…"

'No.'

'What I can represent is only myself.'

The faint golden script quietly emerged in mid-air.

'Whether to form an alliance or not, that is a matter for Isveytan and the others.'

'If Isveytan and the others have no objections, the White Tower will establish a branch in Camelot, and I will oversee the branch...'

'Of course, if they are unwilling, then I will relinquish my position as White Tower Master and stay by Brother Shiayar's side as an ordinary person.'

The delicate, pale golden letters appeared in the air one by one.

Silvia sipped her steaming tea, utterly unconcerned about the storm her words would cause if they were to spread.

Isadella knew Isveytan, the 'Silent Singer' and Deputy White Tower Master. Isveytan had always adhered to a principle of neutrality, keeping the White Tower in a transcendent position, never interfering in any power struggles. But now, that Silent Singer was probably in for a headache. If the White Tower were to establish a branch in the Empire Capital, combined with Her Highness Silvia's actions at the banquet, its long-standing neutral position would naturally cease to exist. But if they didn't, their very own Tower Master might just leave. What kind of joke was that? After all, from the very beginning, Isveytan's ancestors had always considered themselves the guardians of the Gray-Silver Witch's tomb.

"I understand," Isadella nodded.

Despite Silvia's verbal claim that she did not represent the White Tower, the presence of a Legendary permanently stationed in the Empire Capital already spoke volumes. For the Empire, currently facing such turbulent times, this was undoubtedly great news.

Thinking this, Isadella's gaze again fell upon the golden-haired girl quietly enjoying her dessert next to Shiayar.

After hesitating for a moment, she finally spoke softly, "Miss Enola, may I see the ancient Pet Beast breed that you manifested during the banquet earlier?"

The golden-haired girl stopped what she was doing.

Her gaze did not turn to Isadella but went straight to Shiayar.

After Shiayar gently nodded in assent, a faint silver light flashed through Enola's azure eyes.

In the next instant, the lance that seemed to be crafted from Mithril materialized out of thin air.

The chilling Sharpness immediately sliced through the surroundings, causing faint cracks to appear on the living room walls.

Only the three present were unaffected—Isadella and Silvia through their own strength, and Shiayar because the Knight's Lance's owner purposefully spared him.

It was at the moment the Gray-Silver Knight's Lance appeared.

A Sacred Sword, gleaming with golden radiance, also materialized.