"Wish"
Violet Marshall had been actively striving and acting for the three trials of God, but now that the trials were completed and the end was near, she seemed somewhat unenthusiastic.
"Yes, aren't you pursuing eternal beauty?"
Xia De urged, his time was truly running out.
Miss Violet looked at Xia De, then shook her head slightly:
"Now that I think about it, this wish is really meaningless. Xia De, go ask what you want to know, like why you appeared here."
Her tone suddenly became much colder, and Xia De blinked in surprise.
There was indeed a lot he wanted to know, such as the secret of the sixth epoch, who the fourth Chosen One was, and when the end of the world would truly arrive. But the wish granted by God absolutely could not be asked by him. The trial given by Tree Father was very clear: "Help mortals explore God and learn the secret of eternal beauty," not "Help mortals complete God's three trials."
"Please don't joke."
Xia De said softly. Miss Violet wanted to say something more, but the semi-conscious Miss Teresa tugged at her sleeve again. The Witch Emperor's golden eyes looked at Xia De somewhat stubbornly. Xia De pursed his lips, and a voice whispered in his ear:
【Deceive the Witch again.】
Xia De ignored "her" slander. He also looked at Miss Violet, and neither of them spoke. So, the ruler of Witten reluctantly nodded.
She had Xia De help Miss Teresa, while she walked forward, bowed slightly, and said softly:
"God, I have come in pursuit of eternal beauty, desiring to obtain that eternal beauty."
Once a wish involves "eternal," Ring術士 would be very wary of the consequences of such a wish, as it often implies a trap related to the soul. But wishing to a benevolent God does not require considering this point; if such a wish cannot be fulfilled, God will inform them.
And this time, the Indefinite Sage chuckled and nodded:
"Having passed the three trials, you are worthy of this wisdom."
She raised her hand and touched Miss Violet's glabella. Xia De and Miss Teresa could only see the Witch Emperor's back, not her expression. But both could see that in the void, golden steps extended upwards from above her head, one level after another.
A strange golden glow flowed on the steps. She was still a Thirteen-Tier, but she seemed somewhat different from before. God bestowed upon a mortal a wisdom they should not possess, and wisdom itself is Power.
The golden steps disappeared in the air, and the Great Witch stumbled back two steps, caught by Xia De.
She trembled all over, then turned to look at Xia De, raising her right hand to touch her face:
"Sir, how do I look now?"
Her dark golden eyes looked at Xia De again.
Xia De subconsciously held his breath. He actually didn't feel that her appearance had changed much; after all, Miss Violet Marshall was stunningly pretty from the very beginning.
"Very pretty."
He used a very simple way to describe it. God's Power did not further enhance her already extraordinary charm. God should have given her the Knowledge and Power to eternally preserve this charm.
The Witch smiled at the corner of her mouth, wanting to say something more, but saw the mist on the lake surface surging, and the flowing mist was surrounding Xia De.
He also noticed this point. Although there was still a smile on his face, he still felt a little regretful:
"My mission is complete. I think I should leave."
"You—"
"Keep this sword safe. This is my first time knowing it has such a function… Hmm?"
He wanted to pull out the silver sword from the ground and hand it to the Witches, but found that the sword wouldn't budge.
"I have endowed this sword with more Power. You need to re-obtain its recognition."
The God watching this scene reminded them softly.
Miss Violet reached out and held Xia De's left hand, which held the sword. Miss Teresa tried to open her eyes to look at Xia De, who was about to leave, and also placed her hand on his sword-holding hand.
The three of them slowly exerted force together, and as the runes on the sword body shimmered with light, they pulled the Night Watchman out of the soft mud beneath their feet.
At this moment, the mist surrounding Xia De grew thicker and thicker. He was truly about to leave:
"Miss Violet, I wish you eternal youth."
He said with a smile.
"Miss Teresa, I wish you a successful graduation and to become a successful Great Witch. You are actually very talented, just lacking some confidence."
He then said to Miss Teresa, who tried to open her eyes to look at him. Touching the Night Watchman had made Miss Teresa feel a little better:
"Goodbye, Mr. Hamilton."
"It's such a pity that you are not a treasure belonging to us in this epoch."
Miss Violet took a deep breath, took off the golden ring from her right index finger, and placed it in Xia De's hand.
The ring's band was quite thick, and the ring face was also golden, with a complex pattern resembling a curved cross. This was a power ring; besides its decorative function, it was also a seal. For the Witch Emperor who ruled the Witten region, the value of the power ring she carried with her was immeasurable in any epoch.
"A gift, for remembrance."
She looked into Xia De's eyes and said. While Xia De held the ring, unsure what to say, the lady, who had looked somewhat melancholic, suddenly smiled, and that beautiful smile made Xia De 愣 for a moment:
"As a reward."
Taking advantage of Xia De's stunned state, Miss Violet reached out and touched Xia De's cheek, then suddenly pulled him into her embrace, closed her eyes, and kissed him.
The mist turned into thick white fog, enveloping the two people who were so close. The thick fog seemed formless, but it forced Miss Teresa to constantly retreat.
For some reason, her mind had barely returned to normal at this time, but she could only watch, dumbfounded, as her aunt kissed Xia De, and then the white fog obscured her vision.
The swirling white fog was as dense as a silkworm cocoon. It took a full half minute for the thick fog to begin to thin, and another half minute for it to completely disappear.
In the disappearing thick fog, only the Great Witch remained. She touched her lips, feeling lost, and after a moment, shook her head slightly:
"His kissing technique is really terrible. Are the Witches around him all vegetarians or spiritual romantics?"
Miss Teresa no longer knew what to say.
Composing herself, Miss Violet bowed to the God who had witnessed the scene:
"Thank you very much for your generosity, but I wonder if we will have the opportunity to see Xia De Hamilton again."
"For that question, you must seek the answer yourselves."
God was still as gentle as ever, seemingly not surprised by Xia De's departure.
There was a reason she did not disappear after fulfilling the wish:
"The answer to the third trial given by the person who just left included the specific location of the Cherub - cherub, which far exceeded the minimum requirement. Originally, he should have received an extra gift, but it seems that now this gift can only be given to you. For the final blessing, you can choose yourselves."
Miss Violet looked at her distant niece, who held the sword hilt and shook her head slightly:
"This wish has nothing to do with me."
The Witch Emperor herself still had many desires and many ideas, but at this moment, she unexpectedly felt she had no desires. Knowing that God would not answer any questions related to Xia De Hamilton, she completely lost interest in the opportunity for God's blessing:
"Thank you for your generosity, we have no needs. We will keep everything about Lost Lake a secret. Wise as water, may water bless us."
God smiled and nodded:
"No wish? Alright."
Miss Violet was somewhat confused by God's meaning, but soon realized she seemed to be holding something.
She released her right hand, which she had unknowingly clenched, and then saw a tear-shaped blue crystal appear in her hand:
"This is—"
"Your Majesty!"
A familiar call appeared in her ear, and when she looked up again, she found that she had already arrived outside the tower. This statement is not precise, because the obsidian tower had disappeared.
Eight Witches stood on Lake Heart Island of Lost Lake. God's departure gradually allowed the hazy mist to invade this safe open space. The brown-haired maid chief immediately arranged for the maids to cast spells to protect this area, while she handed potions to replenish mental and physical strength to the two returning ladies.
Miss Violet waved her hand, refusing the holy water. She tightly gripped the blue crystal in her palm and looked at Miss Teresa:
"Schultz, how do you feel now?"
The latter carefully swallowed the liquid, absorbing its Power:
"Still a bit dizzy, temporarily unable to distinguish direction. However, the hallucinations and tinnitus have lessened."
She put down the bottle, hesitated, and asked:
"Aunt, just now you and—"
"That felt pretty good."
Miss Violet said with a smile, and then very satisfied to see the disappointment on Miss Teresa's face:
"I told you, you have to fight for what you want. Schultz, you still don't understand this principle."
She looked at the Island covered in thin mist:
"This adventure was truly unexpected; I didn't think such a thing would actually happen. It seems that after I go back, I'll have to visit Saint Byron's. I don't believe there are no materials or records there. That strange rumor first originated from Saint Byron's."
Miss Teresa knew what Miss Violet was talking about. She nodded silently, then said:
"This adventure was indeed unexpected. Even if I lose some of my memory after leaving, it should still be enough to complete my graduation thesis."
She handed the Night Watchman to the maids for safekeeping.
"When you complete your graduation process, come to Witten to help me. Although you've graduated from the academy, you still need a teacher. Would you like to become my apprentice?"
Miss Violet said, not giving Miss Teresa a chance to object:
"For a long time to come, I will be dedicating myself to writing. I want to record the Knowledge God has given me."
She paused and then said:
"And this wonderful crystal. I think I know how to handle it. You can temporarily handle Witten's affairs for me. For years, I always thought my limit was the Thirteen-Tier, but now that I suddenly have a new goal, I find that my limit seems to be far from what it is now."
"A new goal, you want to—"
Miss Teresa asked somewhat disbelievingly. The Witch Emperor showed a beautiful smile, reached out and pulled her personal maid closer, and smilingly tucked the blue crystal into her chest. Amidst the maid chief's dissatisfied complaints, she sighed deeply:
"Originally, stopping at the Thirteen-Tier was enough, but now I find that even at the Thirteen-Tier, there are still things I can't obtain. Since that's the case, how will I know it's impossible if I don't try? When I kissed him just now, I discovered a wonderful Echo. The Echo of time and space is vibrating with Power. How interesting. Let's leave first."
She took the Night Watchman and waved it in front of her. A crack opened in the space gradually filling with mist. Behind the crack, a temporary camp adorned with silk and gold, many Witches in pretty long dresses tending to the camp, and countless Landfowl of strange colors were waiting in the Broken Islands' large encampment for the Emperor's return.
Miss Violet stepped through the crack with the sword. Miss Teresa, surrounded by six maids, also lifted her skirt and passed through the crack.
She was surprised by the Power Miss Violet displayed at this moment. In a place like Lost Lake, even a Thirteenth-Order Witch would absolutely not be able to casually open a passage to leave.
"However, are we not taking the luggage on the shore?"
