It was like waking up from a great dream.

Everything in the dream slowly faded and then, all of it was restored to reality.

Shiayar could feel his consciousness gradually breaking away from that roaring and surging river of time and space, and then, slowly merging into the real material world.

Just a moment ago, he felt he was on the verge of truly getting lost in the chaotic currents of time and space.

Fortunately, at the very last moment, it seemed as if some force had helped him return to the real node of the current timeline.

"Ennie!"

"My Ennie!"

"Do you know how scared I was just now? I almost couldn't come back."

Shiayar reached out to embrace, only to feel a fullness and softness in his arms.

Given his understanding of Ennie, of course, he was very aware of the nature of his childhood sweetheart. On a normal day, if he wanted to be affectionate, Ennie would rarely take the initiative, despite her heart clearly being moved. This was due to her proud and tsundere nature. But as long as he played up his pathetic side a bit, showing his vulnerable side, he could trigger Ennie's protective desire, and then the benefits would come knocking on his door. Kisses and such were naturally not even worth mentioning; he might even end up with a fragrant and soft beauty as a pillow when sleeping.

This was a tactic Shiayar had personally tried and tested. After the incident where he fainted in the washroom and remained unconscious for three days, Ennie had stayed by his bedside without leaving for half a month. She fed him medicine in indescribable ways every day, carefully nurturing him back to health.

It was simply ecstatic. If it hadn't been for the "Crimson Rose" Borgia family's incident erupting later, I felt I could have been pampered by Ennie in my sickbed for an entire year.

Only—this time, why does the touch feel a bit off? It didn't feel like my little wife's board-like figure at all, but more like my big wife from the Spirit Realm, whose touch I had previously savored.

Shiayar was stunned and then opened his eyes to look around.

However, the next moment, he heard that ethereal and pleasant voice, like wind chimes, resounding in the ocean of his heart.

"It's okay, Brother Shiayar."

"It doesn't matter even if you mistook someone else... don't be scared; I have always been by your side."

"Even if you get lost at the end of time, I will bring you back to this real world, just like I just did."

In the room, Silvia, initially sensing Shiayar had mistaken her for someone else, felt a bit lost and unsure what to do. But soon, she slightly lowered her gaze, unable to help herself from raising her hand to gently touch Shiayar's face. Then, Silvia opened her arms and drew the young man into her embrace.

Having been forced to be a cat-shaped third wheel for so long, what's wrong with indulging a little?

"In the past, it was you, Brother Shiayar, who saved me from that dark and lightless quagmire."

As she spoke, Silvia gently cradled Shiayar's face. That breath, that heartbeat, and the sound of blood flowing were all so enchanting to Silvia, identical to what was in her memories. During the five hundred years of her self-sealing in the pure white tower, through more than one hundred thousand days and nights, it was this memory that kept her spirit from withering and deteriorating. And at this moment, the figure from her memories appeared, alive and real, before her.

Therefore, Silvia yielded to the surging emotions rising from the depths of her heart, pressing the young man into the soft warmth of her chest.

"And now, it's my turn to protect you, Brother Shiayar."

"Don't worry... with me here, no one can hurt you."

"Whether it's Legendary, Demigod, Throne, or even... the true Deities."

Shiayar:...

Shiayar: I can't breathe.

SNAP.

SNAP.

Enola's small fists clenched tightly, emitting the sharp CRACK of knuckles colliding. The sharp aura sliced through all the furniture around, leaving fine cuts on the tables and chairs.

After a long while, Silvia finally gently released her arms, freeing Shiayar's face.

Shiayar regained his freedom and slumped onto the bed.

In his nostrils, the faint milky... scent unique to the Gray-Silver Witch still lingered.

Damn, Legendary.

Damn, Throne.

A faint smile suddenly appeared on Silvia's exquisite and flawless face. She just silently stared at Shiayar's face, with a hint of intoxication and longing, as pale golden letters slowly emerged in The Void:

But, before that—

I want to know...

What great sins Brother Shiayar has committed again,

for the current flow of history... to be disrupted into this state.

At the horizon, the night sky began to grow pale. The long night had passed, revealing the faint light of dawn in the distant sky—the prelude to daybreak.

"Later on, Vortigern's army melted away like ice and snow under the light of the Sacred Spear's liberation."

"Well, it's roughly like that."

"In essence, it was out of compassion for the displaced refugees on that blighted land that I did those things from the heart."

"Although I admittedly was once a transcendent scumbag, this time I really didn't manage to do anything yet."

Shiayar sat beside the table, speaking earnestly and sincerely to Silvia.

Completely hiding the past was impossible. My little detective Ennie's method of solving cases based on Intuition rather than logic could probably only be reined in by Su Lun.