Thousands of years?

This couldn’t be right. Thousands of years ago, the original civilization had only just begun to take shape—there couldn’t have been any aberrant creatures…

Yvette furrowed her brow slightly, choosing not to dwell on that issue any longer. “…Why did you enter the Chasm of Remains?”

“I was forced in by the demons… The demon race launched an invasion of the Eastern Continent, and my family got separated… When I was running away, the aurora appeared in the sky, and then I saw the chasm and escaped in…”

As the girl recalled her sorrowful past, her thoughts revealed genuine sadness, like dandelion seeds blown away by the wind.

Furthermore, due to the high difficulty of fabricating falsehoods within the mind communication, after carefully reading her inner thoughts, Yvette was almost certain that the girl had not lied so far.

Demons… Eastern Continent… It seemed that the world on the other side did not consist of only humans…

Aberrations could slip through the “Chasm of Remains” to the other side, yet history could be traced back thousands of years…

Could it be that multiple worlds had experienced the same apocalyptic destruction? So, there were more than one doomsday world that the aurora pathways could connect to?

Or perhaps the timelines were different? Crossing the Chasm could allow one to traverse time?

Could it be the theory of parallel universes?

I wonder if I can return to Earth through the “Chasm of Remains”…

With so many possibilities swirling in her mind, she couldn’t help but fall into deep thought and stopped speaking.

On the other side, seeing the “evil god” in silence, the little golden-haired girl hesitated for a moment before suddenly kneeling down again, bowing her head and respectfully saying, “Um… Evil God, I have a request!”

“I am not the evil god you speak of, and this is not the End of Days from your world’s mythology.”

And how did you interrupt my spell again… Yvette grabbed her arm and helped her up once more, shaking her head as she said, “I am just an ordinary… mage. My name is ‘Yvette Loxivia,’ or you can call me witch instead.”

—The witch who does not grow old and does not (starve) die.

“Yes, Lady Witch.” The little girl obediently corrected herself.

By grasping the nuances of the girl’s thoughts, Yvette could sense that the little girl did not entirely believe her; instead, there was a mixture of belief and doubt, which made her hesitant to directly call her by her true name.

But that was enough; Yvette thought that in the future, the girl would be able to discern the truth herself.

“What did you want to ask just now?”

“I…” the little girl took a deep breath, “Lady Witch, can you grant me the power to fight against the demons?”

This tentative request came with a clever hook, and Yvette couldn’t help but admire her cunning—on the surface, it was a plea, but underneath was a test of the “evil god’s” attitude.

So she said directly, “I am not a god and cannot grant you strength, nor can I send you back.”

“Alright…” With a look of disappointment, the little girl’s emotions were surprisingly stable, evidently having anticipated this.

Then she heard Yvette say, “But you can stay here until the day the aurora appears again. I can escort you into the ‘Chasm of Remains.’”

“Really?” The little girl displayed a look of joy; this time, she genuinely believed that the beautiful silver-haired, red-eyed sister before her was not an evil god, but perhaps even an angel.

What kind of evil god would be so gentle and patient? She had no sinister aura at all and was so beautiful, entirely different from the terrifying beings depicted in church pamphlets!

But to be honest, as long as she didn’t do anything to betray humanity or her homeland, then it seemed that even if she did pledge herself to an evil god, it didn’t seem unacceptable? It was better than death…

“If it’s true, you will know in time,” Yvette said softly. “Now, you can tell me your name.”

“My name is ‘Rosalyn,’ Lady Witch.” This time, the little girl finally wore a smile that had a genuine meaning, and she seriously stated her full name, “Rosalyn Sien!”

…

After establishing initial communication and trust with Rosalyn, Yvette gradually began to learn a new language from this other world—“Luminous Language”—through “Voice of the Heart.”

According to Rosalyn, this was the common tongue promoted after the humans of the Eastern Continent formed an “all-human united front” against the demon race of the Western Continent, making it quite useful.

“So you’re saying that on Luminous Continent, the most powerful race is the elves?” Three months later, sitting on a stone bench by the estate lake and having gained a basic understanding of the Luminous Language, Yvette inquired about the situation in this other world.

Luminous Continent referred to the Eastern Continent, where human, elf, half-orc, and other races lived.

In contrast, the Western Continent was also known as “Demon Abyss Continent,” the demon race’s territory.

“It seems so. My father mentioned that elves are often the backbone in the frontline fortresses… The kingdom’s armies often receive their commands,” Rosalyn recalled eagerly.

Her father was the Count Sien of the Iton Kingdom, a figure among the top noble class, and naturally, she enjoyed the prominent status of a count’s daughter. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have the chance to learn about the aurora pathways and the Chasm of Remains, nor could she have used this little knowledge to escape the chasing demons.

—However, in the larger context of the Eastern Continent, the Iton Kingdom was just a small nation.

“What kind of magic do the elves use?” Yvette asked, intrigued by this.

“Legend has it that elves can control flowers, grass, and trees… Beyond that, I’m not sure,” Rosalyn replied.

Plant magic… The original civilization had conducted extensive research in this area; if I can find relevant information, perhaps I could devise similar spells… Yvette thought to herself. However, the capacity of the Furnace Ring X3 was down to 44,000, and every new spell needed meticulous calculation…

As the morning light streamed through their conversation, the sun gradually rose high in the sky. When mealtime arrived, Yvette went inside to prepare food, with Rosalyn following her closely to lend a hand.

By this time, having spent over three months together, Rosalyn had developed some understanding of the so-called “End of Days” and firmly believed that the stunning silver-haired witch sister before her was definitely not an evil god but a truly good person.

Moreover, she was an extremely attractive and powerful beauty… Rosalyn added in her heart with a touch of admiration.

For lunch, they had vegetable salad and roasted fish, a rather Western-style meal but mainly due to the limitation of available ingredients.

After the meal, Yvette picked up a book titled “Basics of Magitek Mechanics” and perused it in the first-floor living room. Sunbeams filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting an angelic glow over her.

However, the quiet reading did not last long; she glanced at Rosalyn, who was peeking around from a distance with an expression that suggested she wanted to say something, and asked curiously, “What’s wrong?”

“Um… Lady Witch, haven’t we gone on an adventure in a long time?” Rosalyn looked up at her with eager eyes.

“An adventure…” Yvette gave her a glance before lowering her gaze back to the professional book she had just opened. “Didn’t we just go out two days ago?”

“Which is why we rested yesterday,” Rosalyn blinked her beautiful large eyes earnestly, her hinting and half-pouting manner quite obvious.

“…Alright then.” Yvette hesitated a moment before closing the book. Follow current novels on novel~fire~net

The “adventure” they were talking about actually meant Yvette taking Rosalyn around Ish City to witness those so-called “ancient ruins.”

In the beginning, it was only because Yvette was worried that it wasn’t safe for her to stay alone in the estate while she was out collecting usable materials, so she brought her along.

Unexpectedly, this had sparked a fascination in the little girl, and she completely altered her initial impression of the “terrifying and dilapidated” outside to one of “mysterious and magnificent ancient ruins.” With boundless curiosity, she constantly urged Yvette to go out for a stroll, always eager for more.

Hmm, I’m not avoiding my books; I’m just forced to take care of the child… Yvette mentally reassured herself.

Soon, having exited the gradually expanded three-story wooden villa, Yvette took out the flying board that had once been instrumental in her escape as a mode of transportation.

She instructed Rosalyn to stand at the front of the board while she stood behind. The flying board silently lifted off, carrying the two of them through a green-draped forest of steel.

“Where are we going today?” Rosalyn asked excitedly.

She loved the feeling of soaring through the sky like a bird, especially when Yvette occasionally performed some daring maneuvers, such as slipping through the narrow gaps of collapsed buildings, causing her to shout in excitement.

“To the factory on the outskirts,” Yvette replied succinctly.

This was the conclusion she had drawn from a recent map of the island, which clearly indicated a section of the outskirts of Ish City housing a mechanized factory belonging to Blacktower Pharmaceuticals.

She planned to scavenge there, hoping to retrieve some industrial products that retained relatively intact functions, such as magitek motorcycles or rune airships.

To conserve magical energy, when they encountered flying aberrations along the way, Yvette adopted a frost bullet strategy to deal with the attacks.

Just a small amount of magical energy could freeze most aberrations in place, rendering them immobile for a brief period. Even if they fell and didn’t die, by the time they recovered, Yvette would have already taken Rosalyn far away, naturally drawing them out of the aggro range, making things very effortless.

To Rosalyn, despite having witnessed it several times, this scene still appeared incredibly astonishing.

In her perspective, a mage’s necessary step in casting magic was chanting spells, yet the witch sister, who called herself a mage, could instantly unleash a spell with a simple gesture—a single spell capable of killing a corrupt demon—this entirely conflicted with her previous understanding.

Even if she wasn’t a deity or angel, she must be an incomprehensibly powerful magic master!

In light of this, a small spark of anticipation began to form in Rosalyn’s heart.

—Since returning home was impossible in the short term, could she possibly stay here and learn magic from the witch sister?