Chapter 333: Chapter 180: Fire Thief Shiayar
Splish—
Splish—
The sound of splashing water came from the bathroom.
Along with it, the light-hearted, indistinct humming of the Golden Elf drifted out.
It was a song most beloved by the wandering poets of the Elven Clan on the Lost Island.
The song depicted a beautiful epic tale—a young Elven girl persecuted by her family, forced to leave her home and wander alone, who, in an ancient forest, encounters a prince from the Royal Court. They face many trials, fall in love, endure separations and hardships, but ultimately marry joyfully and return home in triumph.
Since hearing Shiayar’s response, Hathaway had been in a rather good mood lately.
For an entire week, she busied herself preparing for the return to the Lost Island.
Just the copying of the basic Spell Primer alone had reached hundreds of volumes.
Most of them were low-tier spells like "Wind Blade," "Wizard’s Hand," "Flash Technique," "Ice Crystal Spike," and the like.
For Hathaway and Shiayar, these 3-Ring spells had long lost any meaning, as even unguarded attacks couldn’t break their surface defenses.
However, if the goal wasn’t just to strengthen oneself but to truly disseminate Arcane Arts and Magic, to introduce this new supernatural system of a Wizard.
In a world where the Fallen Sun still existed and the bloodlines of supernatural races were tainted during the First Era, finding a fresh path for the Elven Clan trapped on the Lost Island.
Then, the significance of these basic Spell Primers might even surpass those of forbidden spell specifications.
After all, no matter how powerful a forbidden spell is, it can never help someone who has never been exposed to magic complete Arcane Enlightenment, taking the first step to becoming a so-called "Witch Apprentice."
And now, with what might be described as a small library of Spell Primers—
The dream entrusted to oneself by the predecessors, to illuminate the path for the Elven Royal Court, now had a solid foundation.
And when the entire Elven Clan was freed from their predicament—
At that time, I would also be unbound, unrestricted.
Free to do what I wish and follow whom I desire.
Speaking of which—
Shiayar seemed to say he was preparing to establish a Wizards’ Tower on the Western Continent, open to all races, to teach Arcane Arts and Magic.
Moreover.
He even said he wanted to invite me to become the first member of that Wizards’ Tower...
The Golden Elf girl’s humming became even more light-hearted at the thought.
...
I see, so the teacher likes to hum while taking a bath.
Notebook knowledge point +1.
Hope these knowledge points come in handy when I return to reality.
Shiayar closed his notebook.
Then, he suddenly sensed a significant point.
"Xaya’s Flying House," a metallic construct entirely created by him.
He himself was the true master of this Little Flying House.
In other words, whenever he wanted, he could use spiritual power to be freely In Control of the precise details anywhere.
And naturally, the bathroom was no exception.
Snap—
As soon as this thought arose, Shiayar saw a fluffy, white furry tail sweep across his vision.
With a gentle and ticklish touch, it covered his eyes.
"Stop being unfaithful, Master." Silver whimpered discontentedly.
As Shiayar’s longest-contracted Pet Beast, with a soul bond reaching full affinity, intuitive mutual understanding was the norm. The little white ferret could guess his thoughts with the slightest ripple of his mind.
Usually, Silver remained indifferent to Shiayar’s actions.
After all, as the leader of the Ennie Faction and the largest share of Ennie stockholder, it was long settled in its lofty spot, with a perpetual air of laziness and leisure.
No matter how many women surrounded Shiayar, each with their unique charm.
But as the witness to all shared memories between Enola and Shiayar, Silver knew very well that its mistress’ place in the master’s heart was irreplaceable by any other.
Like water pouring from the heavens, the steadfast childhood bonds are forged of iron.
To put it simply, with the dragon already afoot, they wouldn’t know how to lose.
Yet, the Golden Elf was the exception.
Shiayar, Enola, and even Silver had all personally experienced the terror governed by the Black Tower’s 1st Page Eternity.
Though not the same type as Enola, Silver was very aware that the Golden Elf, like Enola—
Held a unique and irreplaceable place in Shiayar’s heart.
If any slight chance of defeat remained after riding the dragon, it would be here.
For this reason, ever since encountering the Golden Elf again in the First Era, the little white ferret was instantly on high alert.
Afraid its recognized mistress might be robbed at any moment.
But soon—
Howl.
A faint dragon’s roar rose.
Silver saw Ye, bewildered, pat its dragon wings and look at itself with full hostility.
Oh, almost forgot.
This new cute addition seemed to have the best relationship with the Golden Elf.
Not to mention, it’s rather territorial.
I just don’t know if this cute newcomer is standing up for the Golden Elf or unhappy about my playful antics with the master.
"No fighting, no fighting."