"So—"
In that cold voice, there lay a strand of determination that astonished Silvia.
"I must go to her."
The Sacred Sword possessed by the Second Princess Isadella allowed her to traverse time and arrive in Escarnia of a thousand years past.
Therefore, the Sacred Spear—being of equally lofty Rank and having left an indelible mark on the history of a thousand years ago due to Cain's influence—naturally could as well.
The next moment, Enola's figure completely faded.
In the spacious hotel suite, only the stunned Gray-Silver Witch remained.
...
Upstream on the river of time, the Imaginary Zone.
"Master, according to estimates, the chaos triggered by the Imaginary Zone's desolation will persist for three months in real-time."
"Which, when converted to your perceived time within the Imaginary Zone, is approximately nine to ten years."
Jayee's voice, carried through the connection of the 5th Soul Pact, echoed in Shiayar's mind.
Ten years, huh?
Shiayar sat on the Black Iron Throne, looking around at the empty expanse of the Throne room, and couldn't help but smile wryly.
Bidding farewell with flair was one thing. But when it truly came to facing the solitude himself, it was a whole different kind of awareness.
I miscalculated. Had I known, I would have had Jayee copy a pile of erotica to pass the time.
Shiayar leaned powerlessly against the Throne, gazing at the metal dome of the palace.
This vast and silent Throne room would become his entire world for the next ten years.
Looking on the bright side, these ten years are extra time compared to reality. If used for cultivation, they should be enough to elevate my spiritual power to Legendary, perhaps even more.
By then, even in the presence of Silvia and Her Royal Highness, perhaps I wouldn't have to worry about being the one ridden anymore.
However, as he gazed upon the empty and silent world before him, feeling the Pet Beasts like Silver, Shiny, and Crimson in the Soul Pact Space—who, unable to adapt to the temporal chaos, could only forcibly fall into a deep sleep—a sense of indelible loneliness rose in Shiayar's heart.
Over the years, he had grown accustomed to the bustle. And even more so to the companionship of that young girl by his side.
It was like when you've had a cat. You might not have given it much thought on any given day. But once it was truly gone, and you came home searching everywhere, never to see it meowingly greet you again, that feeling of emptiness would surge over your heart like an unstoppable tide.
Yet, in the next instant, he saw a gleam of light suddenly flashing again in the silent and dark river of history.
It was a pure silver lance.
Carrying its master, it pierced through the long river of time.
Through the roaring chaos of the temporal current, a silver-white lance broke through the waves, moving upstream.
Then, catching up just before the complete collapse of the Imaginary Zone, it reached the location of the Throne room.
A few breaths later, Shiayar heard the approaching footsteps.
And that faint, yet incredibly nostalgic scent of sandalwood.
Light golden hair fluttered in the dim space.
"I'm here, Shiayar."
Accompanied by the angelic and melodious voice of the girl.
Two delicate, boneless hands gently encircled Shiayar's waist.
"Just as we had promised long ago..."
"Neither death nor time itself shall part us."
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