Hate me, Miss Witch!

According to the official reason given to Isveytan and the other high-ranking members of the White Tower, this was a residence Silvia had prepared for herself within the tower.

A regal residence befitting a Throne might be somewhat grandiose, yet not at all inappropriate.

However, why was it that even though it was meant only for the White Tower Master herself, everything from the furniture to the tableware was in sets of two? Even the bedroom was specifically equipped with a man's wardrobe and dressing mirror...

Only the White Tower Master who made such requests truly knew why.

In the spacious hall, the Silver-haired Witch leaned back in her silver throne. Illusory, dusky yellow feathers cascaded down in layers from behind her, as she gently swirled the delicately crafted wine glass in her hand. Her pure silver eyes gazed at the swirling crimson liquid within the glass, lost in thought.

Below, Deputy White Tower Master, "Silent Singer" Isveytan, stood respectfully to the side, reporting on the various developments after the White Tower became truly involved in the affairs of the Western Continent.

"In accordance with your directive, Your Eminence, branch towers of the White Tower have been established not only within the Empire Capital but also in all major cities of the Empire," she said.

"Recently, evil cults from the Lost Realm have been frequently causing disturbances within the Empire. The White Tower has been assisting the Jurisdiction Bureaus and Military Departments across the Empire in their efforts to suppress these cult activities," she continued.

"However, this large-scale construction of branch towers is also heavily consuming the White Tower's reserve resources..."

"That is his homeland."

Golden words materialized in The Void, cutting off any possibility of further suggestions from Isveytan.

"Understood," Isveytan nodded, just as she was about to say something else.

「The next moment—」

CRACK.

The sound of shattering glass rang out.

Isveytan looked up, puzzled.

She saw the wine glass in the Silver-haired Witch's hand shatter, crushed fiercely into scattered, glittering fragments, the crimson liquid spilling across the floor. Those originally languid, pale silver eyes suddenly flowed with light.

Just who could make Her Eminence the Tower Master lose her composure like this... What in the world? Isveytan mused. She had served under the White Tower and witnessed firsthand the Gray-Silver Witch's entire awakening from the Eternal Slumber Plane. At first, I was surprised to see our esteemed Tower Master act so out of character. But after it happened a few times, I've come to understand the Gray-Silver Witch's temperament. Despite her usual cold and lofty demeanor, deep within that exalted witch's body is the heart of a smitten young woman. And the only person in the entire Western Continent who could make Silvia lose her composure like this... naturally, there's only one.

Isveytan sighed resignedly. "I see. So that man has returned. And you, Your Eminence Silvia, are going to leave the White Tower again, dumping that whole pile of work on me, right?"

This elicited a surprised glance from the slender figure on the throne. Golden words appeared in the air: "How did you know?"

Given your usual antics, Your Eminence, I could have figured this out with my eyes closed! Suppressing the urge to retort, Isveytan sighed. "Tower Master, just go and find him. Don't worry."

"Leave the White Tower's affairs to me."

With that, she skillfully exited the Eternal Slumber Plane and returned to the White Tower in the Main Material Plane.

What choice did I have? I was used to it. Even though Silvia, the Gray-Silver Witch, hails from five hundred years ago, after spending these days together, I feel like *I'm* the elder when it comes to emotional maturity, not her. As someone from Silvia's 'family,' it's naturally my responsibility to worry about our Tower Master's marital prospects. After all, our Tower Master is an unmarried woman of over five hundred years! Even with the entire White Tower as her dowry, what if she truly can't find a husband?

In an instant, the grand hall of the Eternal Slumber Plane was left with only Silvia seated upon the silver throne. She blinked, somewhat amazed, in the direction Isveytan had disappeared. But soon, the ripples and waves within her pure silver eyes could no longer be concealed.

Her pale fingers extended, and the ancient diary once again silently materialized, its pages rustling as they automatically flipped to a blank one.

"After three months, Brother Shiayar has finally returned."

"Although his appearance hasn't changed, I can clearly feel that a significant change has occurred in Brother Shiayar."

"I am so envious of Ennie. To us, it was only three months, but she got to stay by Brother Shiayar's side for ten years, watching him grow up bit by bit."

"Moreover, I can clearly feel that the Brother Shiayar of today has become even more familiar to me..."

Silvia gazed towards the dusky sky in the distance, her pure silver eyes reflecting the twilight glow.

Back then, in the Echo of History, Shiayar was Silvia's savior, rescuing her from the mire of Darkness. Although they only spent a year together in the Ancient Dukedom Azure Garden, in Silvia's eyes, Shiayar was an omnipotent hero. Wherever he took her was an adventure, filled with fascinating events.

But when they met again five hundred years later at that banquet, though their feelings hadn't changed, the chasm remained: a Throne versus a 4-Ring; the lofty White Tower Master versus a mere student from St. Roland Academy.