Hate me, Miss Witch!

But then, another white cat arrived. Consequently, Shiny completely lost its place. The three who had taken its spot were Silver, the eldest sister with the most seniority; Crimson, the current muscle and face of its Beastmaster; and that white cat, a hidden super boss.

It couldn't compete for a spot against any of them, and most of the time it could only sleep in the Soul Pact Space, filled with envy.

Now, having a rare chance to get out for some fresh air, it was certainly going to seize the opportunity.

"Shiny, can you get us out of this Echo of History?" Shiayar asked.

The little snub-nosed monkey on his shoulder was silent for two seconds, then nodded.

"CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP~ (I can, but it will take some time.)"

"Good." Shiayar nodded.

Although the Flashback Pocket Watch could also force an exit, it was, after all, a one-time life-saving item he had bought, so it was best to conserve it. Of course, with his current undying body, life-saving items seemed to hold little significance anymore.

In the previous Echo of History, Shiayar had followed the mission's directives and exited after reaching certain mission milestones. However, as an official mission, this Echo of History offered much more freedom. Apart from the two main objectives, it didn't specify Shiayar's path, nor did it provide any exit point. Thus, the timing of the exit had to be chosen by him.

And Shiayar's claim to Gawain that he needed to prepare was no idle talk.

This battle... will be the swan song for "Black Knight" Cain.

It is also a pivotal moment for the changes within the Daybreak Organization.

Shiayar's gaze was profound.

Over the past half year, the Daybreak Organization had risen to fame, and the name of Black Knight Cain had become known the world over. The purple legend ranking and titles, as well as the fifty points of favor from the Knight King and the Cardinals, were the fruits of his labors.

But it had almost reached its limit.

Artorigus and the Cardinal, the most significant leaders of the various factions, were Legends or future Legends. As beings at the pinnacle of the supernatural world, self-contained oceans of consciousness, Legendary powerful pros had already achieved spiritual fulfillment. They could examine their own hearts from a higher perspective, their wills unwavering and their hearts not easily swayed. They were far from being as easy to coax as a brute like Gawain, who could become utterly devoted after hearing just a few grand principles.

For instance, consider if Shiayar hadn't met Silvia when she was still a commoner, leaving an indelible mark on her heart during her vulnerable years. If, instead, he had encountered her after she had achieved her Legendary status and they had relived the same events, she might have been grateful to Shiayar. However, she would never have been as deeply affected as she was in reality, where the memory remained etched in her heart even after five hundred years.

According to Shiayar's estimates, reaching a favorability of 50 points with the Knight King within a short period—that is, being 'a trusted confidant'—was already the limit. If he maintained his current identity, going further would require many years of companionship—a decade, two decades, even a century. This would involve building up feelings over time, allowing emotions to sublimate.

Similarly, the reputation of the Daybreak Organization and the Black Knight had also hit a wall. Continuing as usual would only maintain the status quo, making it difficult to achieve a breakthrough in a short time.

Shiayar naturally couldn't stay in an Echo of History for decades or centuries, but he also wasn't satisfied with just a purple legend ranking and fifty points of favor.

My own legend ranking should at least be golden.

As for the Knight King's favor, it must at least surpass seventy points.

So, Shiayar planned to use some more drastic measures.

After all...

He smiled silently to himself.

The living can never surpass the dead.

As long as someone is alive, they will always be nitpicked and doubted. This is because human nature makes it hard to accept a living person achieving something one feels is completely beyond their own capabilities. But as soon as someone dies, they become invincible.

"Black Knight Cain." This name will live on forever in people's memories, continually being fondly remembered, idealized, and allowed to ferment... People's impressions will forever remain fixed on his most perfect, most radiant moment, immortalized.

The Daybreak Organization can then move behind the scenes, transitioning to its second phase. In the end, when the feelings of remembrance and longing in people's hearts ferment to their pinnacle... a reversal will follow.

Half angel, half demon; a single thought decides between god and devil. Simply perfect.

So... the "Black Knight's" final performance is something I naturally have to prepare thoroughly. I must leave behind the most dazzling, most shining spectacle—a radiant image of his departing figure, imprinted deeply into the heart of every onlooker.

"CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP (Master, I've activated my ability. It will take tens of seconds to exit the Echo of History.)"

Following Shiny's prompt, Shiayar felt his body begin to fade bit by bit. It became hazy and illusory, and his presence in this space-time started to dissipate quickly. Soon, he returned to nothingness.

「In the distant lord's mansion.」

Isadella felt the Sacred Sword at her waist flicker for a moment. The next instant, she sensed a vast and mysterious power emanating once again from the Sacred Sword.

The power of the Sacred Sword is exhausted. It can no longer sustain my existence in this space-time, can it?