Hate Me, Witch!-Chapter 47: I Have a Dream

Western Continent.

Northern Lands, Three Sages’ Snow Mountains.

Thousands of meters high in the sky, a streak of black and red light roared past.

A massive wyvern, with wings spanning dozens of meters, let out a deep growl as it swept through the sky, its wings slicing through the air and stirring fierce currents.

This was a Black-Scaled Wyvern of exceptionally pure bloodline.

A silver-haired girl reclined on the wyvern’s back against a soft cushion, casually flipping through the documents in her hands.

She was dressed in a black-and-red military uniform embroidered with the emblem of a Black Eagle in gold thread, its intricate lines tracing her relaxed yet commanding silhouette.

“Your Highness, has the border war ended?”

A slender figure, masked in metal, appeared soundlessly on the wyvern’s back and spoke respectfully.

“It’s not completely over yet, but large-scale battles are unlikely to break out anymore.”

The Second Imperial Princess, Isadella, showed no emotion on her delicate and composed face. “The Church intervened. They managed to kill ‘Beastmaster’ Arestrode with a surprise siege.”

“With a third party involved, this war was bound to fizzle out.”

“‘Beastmaster’ has fallen?”

A flicker of doubt crossed Fioren’s golden eyes.

Even though Arestrode was an enemy, he was still an undisputed Six-Ring Beastmaster, strong enough to earn his own title.

In any transcendent force, a Titled Beastmaster was considered a national-level asset, second only to the Legendaries, who were few and far between. Yet now, one had been taken down so easily.

She herself had only just reached the Titled Tier.

“The Western Continent has been restless lately, no matter where you look.”

Isadella’s gaze remained fixed on the document in her hands. “So they’ve all set their sights on the Empire… Do they think the once-mighty ruler has grown old and weak, and now every faction wants a share of the spoils?”

A trace of cold amusement curled in the silver-haired princess’s voice. “Enough about that—what about your investigation in Ceylon?”

“It’s confirmed. Behind the criminal who destroyed Ceylon… there were indeed some hidden hands at play.”

“But it’s been eight years. Most of the leads are vague at best, so we can only make some uncertain guesses…”

Isadella caught the hesitation in Fioren’s voice and cut her off. “Just say it.”

Fioren paused briefly, then parted her lips and uttered a single name.

“Crimson Rose.”

“Yet another Oathbound Family.”

A glacial chill settled in Isadella’s eyes.

“Our ancestors really did leave their descendants with quite the mess.”

Unlike the Winter Flower Family, which had long faded from power despite its Oathbound status, the Crimson Rose—Borgia Family was a different story.

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They were a true high nobility, one of the eight Oathbound Families personally granted their status by the former Emperor of the Fresta Empire.

For nearly a millennium, the Borgia Family had taken root in the Imperial Capital, amassing an unfathomable depth of influence.

Their reach extended deep into the Military Department, the Order Bureau, the Royal Research Institute, and countless other institutions. Their influence spanned the entire Empire and even touched foreign nations, as well as the Lost Domains.

They were a behemoth, powerful enough to shake the very foundation of the Empire on their own.

In some ways, they were even on par with the Imperial Family itself.

And at the same time, they were one of the biggest obstacles standing in Isadella’s way.

She brushed her long hair back—disheveled from the high-altitude winds—and was about to speak when she suddenly paused, as if sensing something.

“There’s news from the Imperial Capital.”

“The Imperial Capital…” Fioren hesitated. “Has the one from the Abyss begun to move?”

“More or less. There was a slight hiccup in the middle, but the result is the same.”

A hint of amusement flickered in Isadella’s exquisite brows.

She knew exactly what her subordinate was capable of.

That was a true royal-blooded Succubus, a being blessed by the Dream Dragon—a one-of-a-kind existence in the world today.

And yet, that young man named Xia Ya Egut had resisted an illusion woven by a royal Succubus.

That alone was enough to pique her interest.

Isadella raised a slender, pale finger and lightly tapped the air. A blue crystal materialized, slowly condensing into a warped projection of light.

“Watch with me. I know you’re in a hurry to return to the White Chalk Tower, so take the Military Department’s passage when you leave.”

Fioren nodded in silent acknowledgment.

The Military Department’s teleportation array was incredibly expensive to operate and, in theory, could only be used for top-secret national military operations.

For the Imperial Princess to grant her an exception would save her a great deal of travel time.

With that in mind, she moved to stand behind the silver-haired girl, quietly observing the shifting projection.

Fioren was just as curious.

This young man—who had an inexplicable connection to the White Chalk Tower’s founder, and who might even be a reincarnated ancient powerhouse—what would his inner world look like?

Spiritual energy and magic crossed the Starrealm, converging through the path of the Astral Wraiths, stabilizing the projection into something clear and vivid.

What unfolded before their eyes—

Was a vast, azure sphere.

Patches of earthy brown dotted its surface, but most of it was an endless, pure blue.

Beyond the sphere stretched a nearly pitch-black void, dotted with occasional specks of distant starlight, flickering against the abyss of darkness.

“…Is this… the planet we live on?”

A trace of astonishment laced Fioren’s words.

In a world of transcendents and hidden organizations, knowledge—especially forbidden knowledge—was vastly different depending on one’s standing in society.

Even the ability to read and write was beyond the reach of most commoners.

For the majority of the populace, their entire understanding of the world came from the occasional ballads sung by wandering bards.

In this sense, on the Western Continent, the amount of knowledge a Beastmaster possessed—their grasp of the world—was a direct reflection of their strength and social standing.

As an Imperial Inspector and Titled Beastmaster, Fioren was naturally familiar with concepts like “planets” and “starry skies.”

But even so—her understanding of her own world was vague at best.

Certainly nothing like the crystal-clear vision before her.

That azure planet was so breathtakingly beautiful, yet at the same time—so profound.

Just one glance, and it completely captivated her gaze.

A premonition stirred deep within Fioren—

This wasn’t just a vision.

This was their world’s true reality.

On the other side, the silver-haired princess’s interest deepened.

In that fleeting moment—

She saw something beyond what Fioren could.

A magnificent structure, composed of countless interwoven tracks, connecting to an enormous circular platform.

It stretched straight up from the planet’s surface, piercing toward the endless, black expanse of the sky.

Like a mythological tower, bridging heaven and earth, uniting gods and mortals—

The Tower of Babel.

And through the dreamcaster’s projection—

Isadella saw the name this inner world’s owner had given it.

“Space Elevator.”