Hundreds of stars hung high in the sky, resembling the stars, illuminating the dim Eternal Night.

As if a vast Sea of Stars.

Hathaway walked through the Royal Court, where the silent buildings around were all bathed in a layer of cool starlight.

It really, truly succeeded...

Even now, looking at the brilliant star river above the Lost Island, Hathaway still felt a tinge of disbelief in her heart.

So many incredible things have happened over the past six months.

From encountering that black-haired boy who called himself Shiayar in the Astral Realm.

To following Shiayar to learn magic, truly entering the hall known as Arcane Arts, and immersing herself in the quest for truth.

And now—

Turning the childhood wishes and thoughts she naively spoke aloud on the beach into reality.

During these months, she had remained atop that high mountain.

Hundreds of Sun Furnaces operating simultaneously in coordination, along with the allocation of mana crystals.

Even a slight mistake in this could possibly lead to the catastrophe Shiayar called, a Nuclear Explosion.

This kind of magic, unparalleled as a forbidden spell to vanquish enemies, would be a tremendous disaster if it went out of control and affected allies.

Because of this, in these days, Hathaway had kept her nerves taut, not daring to relax even for a moment.

Only now, as the operation of those hundreds of Sun Furnaces approached stability, did she dare to relax slightly and return to the Royal Court.

Logically, after completing such a complex and meticulous task where no mistakes could be made, even the strongest spiritual power should feel exhausted.

However, at this moment, all of Hathaway's fatigue and lethargy were filled with joy and anticipation rising from the bottom of her heart.

Having perfectly completed such a task that even Shiayar said was extremely difficult—

Surely then, Shiayar would look at her with new eyes.

Moreover, the knowledge of Arcane Enlightenment had already begun to spread in the Elven Royal Court.

Waiting until the matters of the Lost Island come to an end—

She, as Shiayar said, could follow him.

To become the first member of the Wizards' Tower he intended to establish.

With such thoughts in mind, the Golden Elf couldn't help but walk more lightly.

She quickly moved her steps

"Hathaway, Hathaway..."

This elated feeling even Hathaway herself was aware of, causing her to smile wryly.

Clearly, in almost a thousand years before, she had long grown accustomed to studying alone...

After the initial Council Elders had successively passed, leaving only her to bear that heavy mission, each of Hathaway's seclusions often lasted decades or even hundreds of years.

She ought to have been well accustomed to solitude, keeping company with experimental data and literature through the night.

"But, just a few months without seeing Shiayar."

"Have I become so anxious?"

"This really isn't like me."

She gently patted her cheeks, trying to dispel the troubling emotions from her mind.

However, the more she tried to calm down, the messier her thoughts became.

The spiritual power she once prided herself on, vast as the sea and sufficient to thoroughly analyze the logic of world construction, couldn't explain the situation she encountered.

"In the stories composed by the wandering poets of the Gray Elf Tribe."

"If an elf's joys, sorrows, and pleasures are all moved by someone of the opposite gender."

"Joy because of him, worry because of him, wild thoughts because of him..."

"Then, that certainly is love."

"So—"

"Have I fallen in love with a human?"

The Golden Elf's steps slightly paused, speaking in disbelief.

She touched her face, feeling its burning warmth.

After a long while, she gently moved her spiritual power, constructing a "Mind Calming" spell model, forcing herself to calm down.

"I should really already like Shiayar."

"Whenever I think of him, my heart races."

"And as long as it involves him, my speed in constructing spell models with spiritual power also slows down."

"These are irrefutable hard proofs."

Hathaway spoke with utmost certainty in a low voice.

The rigorous thought process as a wizard, using arcane rules to analyze all things in the world, made it impossible for the Golden Elf to deny this obvious fact.

Her heartbeat rate, her various body functions, all testified to this point.

"Since I understand my true feelings."

"Then, what I need to do next is find a way to make Shiayar like me too."

"This process will be very long, as Shiayar's origins are too mysterious... Who knows if he already has a lover, or even a wife and children in his own race."

"And I don't know if in the human race, they accept a polygamous system or not..."

"However, I also have an advantage."

Hathaway murmured to herself.

"After all, Shiayar himself said, I'm special."

"Once the tower belonging solely to the wizards is built... I'll have a long time by his side, gradually figuring out what type he likes."

"Just don't know if he'll care about the racial differences between humans and elves."

"And don't know if the children of humans and elves... will have the racial segregation rules he spoke of."

The Golden Elf's steps slightly paused.

Amidst her wild thoughts, she had already arrived at the dwelling she arranged for Shiayar in the Elven Royal Court.