Hate Me, Witch!-Chapter 105: The Holy Spear and the Holy Sword

Chapter 105: The Holy Spear and the Holy Sword

"I hope that next Lantern Festival—"

"I can sit here as part of your family, eating dumplings with you, Xia Ya."

The moment Xia Ya saw those words, he felt his heartbeat falter for just a split second.

He didn’t believe for a second that a Legendary Beastmaster like Sylvia lacked the mental power to keep her diary hidden from others. The words written on that page were clearly meant for his eyes alone.

At that instant, a memory surfaced in Xia Ya’s mind—Sylvia’s whisper in his ear not long ago:

"Since the journey hasn’t ended yet, that means nothing is set in stone. That’s something I learned from you, Xia Ya."

That wasn’t just an empty phrase—it was a formal declaration of war.

And now, this was Sylvia’s opening salvo.

She was still the Sylvia from Xia Ya’s memories—the girl who buried herself in the White Chalk Tower, even erasing unnecessary memories to keep herself from changing over the long years.

But time had left its mark on her nonetheless.

For over five centuries, thoughts of Xia Ya had taken root and grown within her. The once innocent and pure-hearted girl had transformed into someone far more aggressive.

And Xia Ya had to admit—Sylvia’s attack was devastatingly effective.

Because at that moment, she had shaken his heart.

—

The entire feast, a table full of dishes, was wiped clean in under thirty minutes.

It was only then that Xia Ya truly understood—never underestimate a woman’s appetite wasn’t just an old saying.

Though their table manners were impeccable, both Ailora and Isadella were combat Beastmasters. Their caloric needs were on another level.

After the meal, Isadella’s expression turned serious as she returned to the main topic.

“Guderian Borgia is dead.”

"I've always considered the inability to freely travel through the Starrealm one of my greatest weaknesses. Only those who step into the Legendary Tier can move through the Starrealm at will. Originally, I planned to buy intelligence from the Shadow Council and have my mentor hunt him down…"

"But according to Augustina, he's already fallen."

"My guess is that the Queen of the Night personally dealt with him."

"The mark I left on him is gone. It was erased by Augustina’s concealment authority."

Golden text shimmered into existence in midair.

Sylvia’s pale, expressionless face took on a chilling edge.

She had been there at that banquet, disguised as the southern inspector Fioren’s attendant, watching everything unfold from the sidelines.

Guderian had repeatedly pressured Xia Ya from a position of superiority, treating him as if he were beneath notice. That alone had been enough to land him on Sylvia’s must-kill list.

This was the first time in her entire life that she had harbored such overwhelming killing intent toward someone—not even Norton had provoked such emotions from her. Back then, she had felt more disappointment than hatred.

If not for Augustina’s private message, coupled with her urgent desire to reunite with Xia Ya, she would never have let someone else take the opportunity to kill Guderian.

"With Guderian dead, the Borgia family may still exist, but they can no longer stir up any major waves."

Isadella continued, "The Old Nobility won’t give up so easily. They still have more than one Legendary backing them. However, until they understand Sylvia’s true intentions, they won’t dare to act recklessly."

"Though Sylvia has been absent for many years, the transcendent factions of the Western Continent undoubtedly have records of all Legendary figures."

"It won’t be long before word of the Argent Witch’s return spreads across the continent."

As she spoke, she turned to Sylvia.

“Sylvia, on behalf of the Empire, I’d like to confirm your stance.”

"Would the White Chalk Tower be willing to form an alliance with the Empire?"

"No."

"I only represent myself."

The golden text shimmered again.

"Whether or not the Tower allies with the Empire—that’s up to Iswida and the others."

"If they agree, then the White Chalk Tower will establish a branch in Camelot, and I will personally oversee it."

"Of course, if they refuse, then I will relinquish my position as Tower Master and remain by Xia Ya’s side as an ordinary person."

Sylvia sipped her steaming tea, her expression utterly calm—completely unconcerned about the chaos her words might unleash if they spread.

Isadella knew Iswida, the Vice Tower Master of the White Chalk Tower, also known as the Silent Songstress.

For centuries, Iswida had maintained a strict policy of neutrality, ensuring the Tower remained independent and uninvolved in factional conflicts.

But now, she was going to have a massive headache.

If the White Chalk Tower opened a branch in the Imperial Capital, especially after what Sylvia had done at the banquet, their neutrality would become a thing of the past.

And if they refused to establish a branch?

Well, then their Tower Master would simply quit and leave to be with Xia Ya.

That was unthinkable.

For generations, the Iswida family had seen themselves as the keepers of Sylvia’s legacy.

“I understand.”

Isadella nodded.

Even if Sylvia claimed she didn’t represent the White Chalk Tower, the presence of a Legendary in the Imperial Capital spoke volumes.

For the Empire, which was currently in a fragile state, this was immensely good news.

With that settled, Isadella shifted her gaze toward the golden-haired girl quietly enjoying her dessert beside Xia Ya.

She hesitated for a moment before speaking softly.

"Miss Ailora, may I see the Ancient Species Summoned Beast you manifested during the banquet?"

The girl paused mid-bite.

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Instead of looking at Isadella, she turned to Xia Ya.

Only after Xia Ya gave a slight nod did Ailora’s azure eyes flash with a faint silver gleam.

In the next instant—

A lance materialized out of thin air, its entire form resembling pure mithril.

Its razor-sharp aura sliced through the air, leaving subtle cracks along the walls of the room.

Only three people remained unaffected.

Isadella and Sylvia resisted the aura through sheer power.

Xia Ya, on the other hand, was deliberately spared by the lance’s wielder.

But at the very moment the Argent Knight’s Lance appeared—

A Holy Sword, radiating golden brilliance, manifested alongside it.