HISS.

Shiayar looked at the text that appeared on the pages of the book. In an instant, he drew in a sharp breath.

"Knight King"—Isadella von Freysberg.

More precisely, this name should originally have belonged to the Second Princess of the Empire.

The moment this name appeared, Shiayar finally understood the origin of the many coincidences within the Echo of History: why, at the sight of that Knight King, he had felt such an inexplicable sense of déjà vu; and why, although the other was clearly male, he bore such girlish beauty in his features, so similar to the Second Princess, that it had caused him to nearly mistake him multiple times. Even during their close encounters, it had occasionally given him the mistaken impression that "brother, you smell so good," leading Shiayar to almost question his own sexual orientation. This was why he had been so eager to confirm things with Ennie after leaving the Echo of History.

Originally, he had thought these coincidences and feelings of déjà vu were due to the blood relation between the Knight King and Isadella. After all, as an ancestor and descendant, some physical resemblance would be reasonable, even to the point of generational genetic throwbacks.

But now it seems this isn't about any generational inheritance or such nonsense...

It is, in fact, the actual person filling in the role!

Two acquaintances from the present, both adorned in brand new guises, performed a grand play in another time and place a thousand years ago.

The key point was, Shiayar had truly only seen everything within the Echo of History as a play unfolding. Now that the play had ended, he had made his exit.

However, it seems... someone took it seriously.

Shiayar's muttered words had just begun to rise. "But... why would she appear in Escarnia a thousand years ago, and as the Knight King?"

The next moment, Silvia's pale golden words slowly emerged in The Void. She too had seen the information described in the book.

"Miss Isadella... she is the Second Princess I met at the Borgia family's banquet and at Brother Shiayar's home, right?"

"If that's the case, then it is not difficult to understand."

"It's because of the Sacred Sword she has contracted."

Miss Witch's gaze was distant, Cangyin brilliance flickering uncertainly within her beautiful eyes.

"Legendary individuals can sense the flow of the River of Time; the Throne can interfere with the history it occupies to a certain extent."

"And that Sacred Sword was born at the very dawn of the stars..."

"Throughout its history since birth, spanning numerous ancient epochs, the enormity and mystery it encapsulated had already transcended the realm of ordinary Thrones."

"It was by relying on that Sacred Sword that Her Royal Highness was able to withstand the erosion of the Power of Historical Correction, forcibly moving against the current, in defiance of the original historical trend, and altering a piece of history."

Silvia's eyes grew more distant. As a Throne Level Beastmaster, although she herself was not ancient, she already possessed the ability to stand within the flow of time and look back on the past.

At this moment, she clearly saw, from the upper reaches of history, a Golden Sword of indescribable brilliance. The Sacred Sword stood inserted into the River of Time, immovable, forcefully altering the original course of history and carving out a new stream of ages. This was the grand feat of resisting the entire trend of history with a single individual's power.

"So... the Hundred-Year Bloody War between the Sacred Court and the Empire..." Shiayar murmured, a strange tingling sensation running through him as he slowly spoke.

"Yes, it's probably for that reason," Silvia nodded, her words continuing to manifest.

"Such an act of rewriting the past and defying the general course of history will inevitably leave traces in the river of space and time."

"For Transcendents below the Legendary rank, they would know nothing. They would simply assume this altered history was the natural and proper course of events."

"Ordinary Legendary individuals might sense something, a slight deviation in the past, but it would only be a hazy, indistinct perception."

"Only those who have stepped into the Throne realm boundary, or participants like you, Brother Shiayar, or someone like Ennie, protected by the Sacred Spear, can be clearly aware of everything that transpired and retain memories of the history before it was rewritten."

"The Sacred Sword and the Sacred Spear are of equivalent Rank, both possessing the ability to exist independently of time."

"In the Sacred Court of the Holy Creed Kingdom, there must also be powerful individuals who have crossed the Throne realm boundary and are aware of everything. That is why they initiated that holy war, intending to correct the 'erroneous' history."

"It's just unfortunate that the Sacred Court seems to have failed."

"So, you're saying Shiayar got involved with another girl a thousand years ago... Princess Isadella?" Enola's words rang out, cold as ice.

According to Shiayar, Enola was the "reckless brute" type—no, wait, the "fiercely protective wife" type. She wasn't receptive to complicated discussions about intertwining timelines or "correct" versus "incorrect" histories, nor was she particularly interested.

Anyway, I am Shiayar's sword. I just need to trust him unconditionally and carry out his orders, no matter the cost.

Therefore, from Silvia's lengthy explanation, Enola had latched onto the only point that mattered to her.