CHAPTER 363: CHAPTER 193: ENNIE: I WANT TO LEARN FOREIGN LANGUAGES TOO (DOUBLE-LENGTH)

Light flows.

Glorious Era, Cataclysm Era.

First Era, Second Era, Third Era...

Countless images flash by in a dazzling array of colors.

Ultimately, it freezes into pure nothingness.

The experience brought by the Mercury Serpent’s Destiny Backtracking differs from Shiayar’s previous experiences of detaching from the Echo of History.

Overall, it’s much gentler.

This is an expected fact, after all, even though the Mercury Serpent claims to be a Fabled Species, as a Fabled Creature with a mere Combat Level of five, the shame of Fabled Creatures, if the process of backtracking time was too violent and intense, that little Snakey probably couldn’t bear it.

Having grown accustomed to the chaotic temporal turbulence while backtracking the Imaginary Zone earlier, Shiayar now drifts in the river of history, even feeling a bit as if he were soaking in a hot spring, gaining a sense of leisurely ease.

There’s still energy to spare for observing the ever-changing historical scenes around him.

Unfortunately, when Shiayar truly starts studying history—

he discovers that whether it’s the First Era or the early Second Era, the images surrounding the river of history seem shrouded in a misty haze.

This period of time is cloaked in a historical mist, obstructing later generations from peering into its truths.

And it’s not until the images in the river of history shift from the latter half of the Second Era toward the Third Era that the scenes begin to clear up.

However, those are histories that he is familiar with, that he can understand and explore through the texts left over from the Fourth Epoch.

"Is it because the entities involved in the First and Second Eras are of too high a Rank, making it difficult to glimpse the full picture."

"Or is it simply because the Mercury Serpent found a place to sleep through the First and Second Eras, hence this phenomenon?"

Shiayar watched the shifting times, pondering slightly.

Suddenly, the scene before his eyes shifted once more.

It was the end of the Third Era.

The chaos ended, the calamitous disaster of Escarnia reached its finale.

The Fresta Empire was established.

And the Knight King who achieved this unparalleled feat, bid farewell to all the subjects and knights.

Alone, he returned to a remote village.

Embracing the Sacred Sword, he quietly fell asleep under a tree.

"Is this the end scene of the Escarnia instance that I didn’t have time to see earlier?"

"Indeed, no matter how I look at her, my second wife is both beautiful and valiant."

Through the river of history, Shiayar looked at the silver-haired Princess embracing the Sacred Sword, sleeping quietly under the tree, and couldn’t help but curve his lips into a smile.

This was the proper history of Escarnia, corrected by Shiayar after utilizing the Authority of the King of the Imaginary Zone.

Also, it was the continuation of that dream between the King and the knight—

The continuation of the dream.

The scene changed again.

Crossing the Third Era...

Then, flowing towards the current node of the Fourth Epoch.

...

Consciousness gradually awoke.

When Shiayar opened his eyes once more, what greeted him was the clear and beautiful night sky.

The bright Silver Moon cast down its gentle radiance, and the air carried the warm and moist sensation of a Midsummer Night’s sea breeze.

Entering his sight was a stunningly beautiful face.

The silver-haired witch bent slightly, her pale fingers lifting a few strands of hair from her forehead.

Her eyes were slightly closed, with long lashes trembling gently in the night breeze, growing larger in Shiayar’s vision.

In the next moment, as if sensing Shiayar’s sudden awakening, Silvia abruptly opened her eyes.

In those pure silver eyes, a rare trace of panic crossed.

"You know..."

Shiayar rubbed his forehead, sitting up from the Silver witch Brand Knee Pillow.

He glanced at Silvia beside him, her face a picture of flustered, heart-pounding confusion, and instantly understood everything that had transpired.

"We’re already an old married couple with an established relationship, is it really necessary to play tricks like stealing kisses?"

"Can’t help it, after all, other times, I can’t see Brother Shiayar’s unguarded, even adorable sleeping face like this."

"Moreover, this is what Ennie told me."

The silver-haired witch blinked, the panic in her eyes gradually subsiding.

Her ethereal voice rippled through Shiayar’s heart like a ripple.

"Ennie said that as long as he is a man, it’s in their nature to tire of the old and crave the new. This is a man’s nature."

She gazed at Shiayar with those beautiful silver eyes.

"So, if you want to keep someone’s heart beside us for a long time, at least to favor us more, you must ensure he constantly feels freshness."

"For example... Even though we’re like an old married couple, we still need to maintain a youthful innocence like a girl."

As she spoke, she stood up slightly and took two steps back.

Then, she lifted her dark knee-length skirt, the layered pleats spreading out like overlapping lotus leaves, twirling gently.

The luminescent radiance of the stars and moon descended like a tide, reflecting off the majestic White Tower behind the two, and the alabaster stone pavement, as if coating it with a layer of mercury-colored gown.

Under the moonlit night, the Miss Witch’s laughter was as beautiful as a flower.

It wasn’t until then that Shiayar realized, the adornments Silvia wore today looked very familiar.

It was the same long dress worn on that night in the Ancient Dukedom Azure Garden, when the two had agreed to meet in the fragrant telosma sea behind the Azure Garden Royal Capital.