Hate Me, Witch!-Chapter 64: I Have Something Important to Tell You

The glowing dots shattered one after another, and the Magitech screen returned to a void of nothingness.

This meant that both Mechanical Messengers had been completely lost.

Xia Ya stared at the now-empty screen and gave a slight shake of his head.

Now that he had confirmed the exact timing and details of the riot from Norton, his first solution had been—to report it.

Although this approach might seem cowardly, it was undoubtedly the optimal way to break the situation, and it carried almost no risk for him.

On one hand, if Grand Duke Branstat at the border received precise intelligence on the three hidden organizations conspiring against him, he would have the upper hand and could secretly prepare a counterattack.

On the other hand, to the Holy Theocracy, which prided itself on being the true faith, a resurrecting false god was an outright heretical abomination that had to be eliminated.

To make his report more convincing, Xia Ya had included many verifiable details in his letters. In the one addressed to the Church, he had even sealed a trace of Twilight Corruption within the envelope as evidence.

But now, it was all for nothing.

Xia Ya recalled the time and coordinates where both signals were lost and pieced together an image in his mind.

"The range of the historical echo… roughly half the size of the Principality of Cangting?"

"The reason the Mechanical Messengers were lost must be because they exited the boundary of the historical echo. Otherwise, if they had been intercepted or damaged, the terminal should have still received a confirmation signal."

"In other words, reporting isn’t an option."

Xia Ya reached a conclusion, but he wasn’t particularly disappointed.

After all, the world he was in now was merely a historical echo within the ruins of the Cangting Royal Capital.

If this historical echo could somehow manifest the entire world beyond the Principality of Cangting, that would be too far-fetched.

From the start, he hadn’t placed too much hope in it.

Still—

Xia Ya gazed out at the peaceful cityscape outside his window and sighed internally.

Though he had only lived within this historical echo for a few months, he had a fairly good impression of Cangting.

Not to mention, he had benefited from the Branstat Family’s Coming-of-Age Ceremony, where he had contracted Crimson, an extremely rare main battle Summoned Beast.

If possible, Xia Ya wouldn’t mind changing Cangting’s fate.

And he was also curious—if he altered the course of events within this peculiar historical echo, what effect would it have in the real world?

Would the historical timeline within the echo be completely separate from reality?

Or—would the changes he made within the echo directly affect the real world in real-time?

If it were the latter…

That was truly a terrifying thought.

But Xia Ya was fully aware of his own limitations.

If he couldn’t report the riot and get outside forces involved—

Then at most, he could save a few people or alter certain key events…

But once the Grand Duke of Cangting fell, this small nation, standing at the front lines against the Wild Beast Tides, the Abyss, and the Lost Kingdoms, would inevitably collapse.

This was a tide of history that one person alone could not stop.

This was what people called fate.

These thoughts flickered briefly in Xia Ya’s mind before he exhaled slowly and refocused.

Then, following the next step of his plan, he proceeded as he had already envisioned.

By the dim candlelight in his room, Xia Ya picked up a pen and paper and wrote a few lines.

Once he was done, he summoned a servant from the estate.

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"Deliver this letter to Miss Sylvia."

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In a small courtyard, the atmosphere was serene and elegant.

Sylvia sat on the stone steps of the yard, resting her delicate chin on her hand, quietly gazing at the azure sky.

Yet her gaze seemed distant, as if it transcended the sky itself, reaching toward something far away.

For the past few months, Sylvia had barely left the estate.

With rumors circulating about her sudden loss of speech, whispers spread through the Branstat Family—speculating that Sylvia had fallen gravely ill, that her condition was deteriorating, and that she was even on the verge of death.

In the past, these rumors would have deeply wounded the old Sylvia, plunging her into sorrow and despair.

But now, she found these once-painful voices insignificant.

When someone has a dream worth fighting for, the malicious words of others can no longer touch them.

And Sylvia’s dream had been born that freezing winter night—

The night when a black-haired, dark-eyed boy had told her—

That the mere existence of Sylvia was not a sin.

That one day, she could become a Beastmaster.

That she too had the right to embrace the colorful life that belonged to her alone.

For months now, Sylvia had endured unbearable torment and mental anguish.

Every sleepless night, she dove deep into her consciousness, confronting the horrifying shadow bound to the Bronze Cross.

At first, the mere act of touching it would cause her to lose herself entirely, forcing Xia Ya to constantly watch over her, using Illusion Arts to calm her breakdowns…

But now—

Not only could Sylvia suppress the power of the Bronze Cross with her own will, she could even draw upon a portion of its strength for herself.

At this rate…

Perhaps it wouldn’t be long before—

She would fully master her own mental power, just as Xia Ya had told her she could.

When that happened, she could contract her first Summoned Beast and finally become a real Beastmaster.

She would even be allowed to leave the Royal Capital and see what lay beyond the Grandet Sea.

Yet, despite these thoughts, Sylvia suddenly felt a bit empty.

She didn’t know why, but as she gradually gained control over her power, no longer needing Xia Ya’s illusions to stabilize herself—

Lately, Xia Ya hadn’t come to see her as often.

The excitement and anticipation she had once felt about achieving her dream now seemed somewhat hollow.

"Miss Sylvia, this is a letter from Young Master Xia Ya."

A servant’s voice came from the doorway—polite, yet distant.

Without waiting for Sylvia’s reply, the servant turned and left.

A letter from Xia Ya?

Sylvia’s mood instantly brightened.

She hurried to the door, picked up the envelope, and impatiently tore it open to read its contents.

The next moment—

Her violet eyes widened in shock.

There were only two short lines on the paper.

【Month of Summer Blooms, 13th Day, Dusk, Morning Star Hills】

【I have something important to tell you.】