Hate Me, Witch!-Chapter 122: Get That Makeup On, The Show’s About to Begin

Chapter 122: Get That Makeup On, The Show’s About to Begin

Arcane City, Lokiah.

In the most luxurious hotel in the Constantine District.

Xia Ya looked at the azure light screen in his mind and let out a long breath.

【Yui】

【Stage: Growth Phase】

【Soul Pact Status: Fifth Soul Pact (Xia Ya Egut)】

【Combat Level: 53 (Fifth-Ring)】

【Species Tier: Low-tier Imperial (Sixth Tier)】

【Beast Skills: Fire Source (Transcendent Mastery), Metal Genesis (Transcendent Mastery), Megastructure Armament (Perfect)】

【External Constructs: Heaven-Piercer – Damocles’ Sword (90% Analysis), “Fantasy Collapse – Lepton Fission” (90% Analysis)】

Xia Ya and Ailora had stayed in Arcane City Lokiah for a week.

On one hand, it was because Suren, the Saintess of Dawn, had finally gotten a few days off from the Holy Court, and the three of them spent some time exploring this city where they’d once lived together.

On the other hand, Xia Ya was also helping Yui get familiar with those two constructs.

They were, after all, the ultimate trump cards he’d poured all his resources into—no way he could take them lightly.

Now that seven days had passed, the prep phase could be considered complete.

As the newest summoned beast in the team, Yui’s stats had been maxed out by Xia Ya without a second thought.

He’d almost drained his last grain of Sands of Time. If it weren’t for the rewards he got after exiting the Historical Echo for the first time—thanks to favorability and reputation boosts with key characters—he probably wouldn’t have had enough.

Yui’s treatment made the other three little ones in his Soul Pact Space green with envy—they were practically bubbling with jealousy.

Ugh, so just because she’s the adopted daughter of Mama, she gets whatever she wants?

Especially Chi Hong—thinking back to when she first joined the team, she got the “Xia Ya’s own daughter” treatment too. All the resources and point allocations were dumped onto her without hesitation, plus she had Xia Ya’s cuddle spot all to herself.

But now, the karmic boomerang had come back around. She was the one getting sidelined while the new girl stole the spotlight.

Speaking of which—

A big part of Yui’s current standing probably had to do with her recognizing Suren as her mom.

So… maybe I should find a chance to claim Mama Argent Witch as my own too?

Sylvia wouldn’t deny me as her daughter, right?

Chi Hong fell into deep thought, the more she pondered it, the more feasible it seemed.

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Click.

The lock on the hotel suite door clicked open, and the door swung wide.

Ailora walked into the bedroom, hands full of shopping bags both big and small.

Ever since they moved into the manor in the Black Lily District, the two of them had shared a bed—and that hadn’t changed even while staying at a hotel in Lokiah.

“Back already?”

Xia Ya didn’t even have to look. Just from the footsteps, he knew exactly who it was, and spoke casually.

“Yeah, went shopping with Suren.”

“She’s heading back to the Holy Court tonight, so we took our time.”

Ailora walked over to the wide bed and set down the shopping bags filled with new clothes.

She wasn’t usually the type who cared much about fashion, but maybe under Suren’s influence, she’d started paying more attention to it lately.

Xia Ya, of course, was all for it—after all, that meant unlocking more “features.”

Besides, this side of Little Ai made her feel more human—less like the emotionless killing machine from the Military Department.

But once they were back in the bedroom, Ailora didn’t start meditating or training like she usually did before bed.

She simply sat silently at the edge of the bed, quietly watching Xia Ya’s profile.

Wait… did she find out about Suren and me?

Xia Ya started to get a little nervous under her death stare.

These past few days, Suren had snuck off to see him a few times behind Ailora’s back.

Aside from “the final step,” they’d basically done everything else.

What could he say? The girl really knew what she was doing.

The girls around Xia Ya each had their own charm.

His bond with Ailora was more like an old married couple—no need for words, just perfectly in sync. Love and companionship wrapped into one.

Sylvia was more like a long-lost first love, dreamy and radiant.

And Suren? She was the playful, uninhibited little lover.

Just as Xia Ya was about to surrender under his little wife’s death glare, Ailora suddenly spoke.

“You’re planning… to go to that place again, aren’t you?”

Her cool voice rang in Xia Ya’s ear.

That place… what place? You mean the place where I “fought” with Suren?

That was Xia Ya’s first thought, but he quickly caught on… Little Ai had used his name directly this time, not “Xia Ya, my classmate.”

So she meant the Historical Echo.

“Yeah.”

Xia Ya nodded.

Ailora had already learned about the Historical Echo back when he entered it the second time—he never planned to hide it from her.

And after the incident in the washroom and Sylvia’s arrival, she could probably piece together most of it.

Besides, Ailora was never the type to press for answers.

With the mutual understanding they had, if Xia Ya didn’t bring it up, she wouldn’t ask.

But this time… for some reason, Ailora brought it up herself.

The golden-haired girl looked at Xia Ya’s profile with those icy blue eyes. “Is it dangerous this time?”

“Not really. It’s much safer than last time when I fainted.”

That was true. Even though the enemies he’d face this time far outclassed those from the Ruins of Cangting Ancient Kingdom, he now had immortality.

Not afraid of dying—afraid of not dying.

“Then this time… will you, like with Sylvia, leave behind another love debt?”

“Probably… not.”

Xia Ya recalled the information about Aisgania.

At least for now, there didn’t seem to be a situation like what happened with the Argent Witch.

Hearing his answer, Ailora nodded with satisfaction.

Given their connection, she could tell Xia Ya wasn’t lying.

She extended a pale hand, and a gleaming silver miniaturized knight’s lance slowly materialized above her palm.

“Actually, about two weeks ago, when you entered that place again, I sensed some fluctuations from Rhongomyniad.”

“I think its awakening sped up again… but I didn’t know the details at the time. I had to throw myself completely into meditation to digest the feedback from its unsealing.”

She tilted her head slightly, then finally spoke.

The cool tone in her voice took on a hint of lightness.

“But once I fully mastered the advanced form of Rhongomyniad…”

“I realized I might be able to control Rhongomyniad to a certain extent in that abnormal space-time you’re going to.”

A glimmer of delight flashed in the golden-haired girl’s sky-blue eyes.

Back when she first learned about the danger Xia Ya was facing, and she couldn’t do anything to help, Ailora had felt deeply pained.

And when she saw with her own eyes, in the washroom, that black-haired boy she clung to for survival fall unconscious—

That pain turned into fear.

A fear of being abandoned by the entire world.

She had once sworn, in the midst of that blizzard, to become someone useful to Xia Ya.

She had always thought of herself as the sharpest sword at Xia Ya’s side.

Yet when Xia Ya was trapped in another world, all she could do was wait in safety, powerless.

That sense of helplessness haunted her constantly—it became a nightmare that plagued her dreams.

Ailora had thought about it more than once: if Xia Ya never came back from that other world… what would she do?

But she never voiced those thoughts, because Ailora knew this was a decision Xia Ya had made after careful thought.

Since that was the case, all she could do was support his choice unconditionally…

Tears and worry were meaningless—they would only distract Xia Ya and become his burden.

And Xia Ya was never the type of man who needed women crying over him like some melodramatic soap opera lead.

So these past few days, Ailora had simply shut herself in the meditation room, wordless, training like a madwoman.

And perhaps as if responding to her relentless will, the sacred lance finally answered her.

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“For real?”

Hearing her explanation, Xia Ya was taken aback.

But then he quickly snapped back, looking thoughtful.

That sacred lance Ailora wielded had, according to history, indeed earned a fearsome name in Aisgania, long before the Fresta Empire was even founded.

“With a weapon of that rank… it really can interfere with space-time?”

“Actually, yeah—its level of mystery surpasses even the Eighth-Ring. It’s already at the threshold of the Throne Tier.”

Xia Ya fell into deep thought.

Back when he and Sylvia had fused in the Spirit Realm, they hadn’t just shared a moment of intimacy—she’d also passed on a lot of her knowledge in mysticism and secrets.

Before that, his own tier wasn’t high enough; everything above the Legendary Tier was shrouded in mystery to him, like vague hearsay.

But with a Throne-tier Beastmaster laying everything bare, many of those mysteries were no longer so mysterious.

For example… Sylvia had told him:

There are two essential requirements to become Legendary—

First: to elevate your mental energy into a complete Ocean of Consciousness.

Second: to “sense the flow of time,” or rather, to truly perceive the existence of the River of Time.

And to ascend from the Seventh Ring to the Eighth, from Legendary to Throne Tier… the biggest hurdle was:

To leave your imprint in the flow of time—in history.

Sylvia’s own accumulation had long reached the peak of the Legendary Tier, but she hadn’t broken through to Throne Tier until after a three-hundred-year slumber.

Because only then had her feat as the “Founder of the White Tower” become old enough to solidify into a historical imprint—leaving her footprints in the River of Time.

In other words—

Every Throne-tier powerhouse is a living piece of history, someone who has truly touched upon the domain of Time Laws.

Of course, Sylvia had said her imprint in the River of Time was only about five hundred years old, so her control over Time Laws was still raw. Most of the time, she could only observe, not manipulate.

But if he followed that logic…

Those True Gods above the Eighth Ring and Demi-God level—did they perhaps have the power to look into the past and glimpse the future?

“Leaving one’s imprint in history… so basically, every Throne-tier powerhouse is just some old fossil who’s been alive for God knows how long?”

Xia Ya quickly banished that disrespectful thought—if he actually said that out loud, he’d probably offend an entire generation of ancient powerhouses.

“But if we’re being real… haven’t I already left my imprint in history? I mean, I’ve even got a title—‘The One Forgotten by Time.’”

“So when it comes time for me to break into the Throne Tier, there shouldn’t be any bottleneck.”

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“And if Little Ai can use the sacred lance to leave a trace in the Historical Echo, wouldn’t that also count as writing history?”

Xia Ya felt a bit excited.

Could he actually train Little Ai all the way to the Throne Tier?

It almost felt like he was playing a ‘Raise a Cute Girl’ game.

He shook his head and pushed those stray thoughts aside.

After thinking for a moment, Xia Ya looked at the golden-haired girl in front of him again.

“Wanna test it out?”

He’d been in Lokiah for seven days and was fully prepped.

Originally, he planned to wait until Suren left, then return to the Imperial Capital before entering the Historical Echo again.

But there’s no better time than the present—might as well go now.

“Okay.”

The golden-haired girl nodded.

She didn’t care about historical imprints or Throne-tier potential… the only thing Ailora feared was being unneeded by Xia Ya.

Now that she could finally help him, that was enough.

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With just a thought, Xia Ya reentered the Historical Echo.

Unlike before, where he always locked himself in the washroom to do it—this time, he was lying in bed, using a beautiful girl’s lap as a pillow.

This is what you get when you raise your wife from childhood.

As Xia Ya’s consciousness entered the Historical Echo—

Everything in the real world froze: the flowing night, the flickering candlelight… all came to a halt.

Only one thing remained unaffected—the soft double bed in the center of the hotel suite.

Around the sacred lance, a faint aura of mystery pulsed, keeping the timeflow of that bed at normal speed.

“Go now, Rhongomyniad.”

“In that space-time, Xia Ya is your master—his commands are my commands.”

“Even if you shatter… protect him.”

Ailora looked at the tiny sacred lance and spoke softly.

The next moment, the silver lance burst into dazzling light.

Time surged. The ancient holy relic pierced the River of Time and ascended against its current, soon vanishing from the present world.

The golden-haired girl just stood there in silence, watching it all.

Only after a long while did she brush a few strands of pale gold hair from her forehead and glance down at the black-haired boy lying beneath her, seemingly asleep.

A soft blush bloomed across Ailora’s pale face. She stared at Xia Ya’s sleeping face for a long time, then suddenly leaned down and pressed a kiss to his lips.

“You have to come back.”

Her whisper was faint, almost drowned out by the howling night wind, yet it carried an unshakable resolve.

“If you don’t come back…”

“You know what I’ll do.”

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Aisgania.

Xia Ya stood atop the city walls, sensing the foul aura unique to Abyss-born creatures drifting in from the wasteland.

His black-and-red cloak of Akatsuki fluttered in the wind.

“Well then, let’s begin.”

“‘Black Knight Kayin’s’—”

“Final dance.”

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