Hate me, Miss Witch!-Chapter 454 - 227: Ennie: I Finally Found Out Why I’m Flat-Chested? (Three-in-One)

Chapter 454: Chapter 227: Ennie: I Finally Found Out Why I’m Flat-Chested? (Three-in-One)

That means, in his homeland, there should really be such a pure white flower, right.

What is it called?

And... what kind of place would a homeland be that can nurture such a pure flower?

Such thoughts had just arisen.

The next moment, serene words suddenly interrupted Lilianna’s reverie.

"It is called the Frost-tongue Flower."

"It is a flower unique to the snowy plains of my homeland, that Far North Land."

"The cultivation environment for the Frost-tongue Flower is extremely demanding, and it can only grow in the icy lands of the North."

"After leaving my homeland, I tried to cultivate the Frost-tongue Flower elsewhere many times, but unfortunately, the effect was not ideal, and I eventually had to give up."

"Now thinking back, there’s still some regret..."

"Perhaps it is this regret that made the Frost-tongue Flower in my mind the symbol of the snowy plains of Ceylon, which is also the homeland of Ennie and me."

"Thus, it appeared as part of the scenery in my mindscape, manifesting in reality."

The calm words sounded in Lilianna’s ear with a faint sense of familiarity.

Lilianna turned around somewhat dazedly.

Then—

She saw the young man sitting on the city wall next to her.

Black hair, black eyes, his ears weren’t as long and sharp as the elves in the City of Wind and Snow but had soft lines.

That was the symbol of humans.

He thus gazed at the scenery of ice and snow melting with the arrival of spring outside the city, with a faint reminiscence in his dark eyes.

At that moment, Lilianna felt her heart skip a beat.

She recognized the human before her.

Although she only glimpsed the sleeping figure on the throne during her childhood and a few times when entering the palace,

With the memory of a Legendary Rank, Lilianna would never mistake.

This snowy plain where everything revives, and even this city—

All started because of him.

"Are you... the little girl from the Grey Elf Tribe who liked to follow around Hathaway on the Lost Island? I have a bit of an impression."

"If I am not mistaken, your name should be Lilianna?"

He turned slightly, gave Lilianna a glance, and spoke calm words.

"Because I sensed a familiar aura in this city, I specifically came to take a look."

"I initially thought you were some descendant of that little girl from back then, and was about to lament about the damn lifespan theory... didn’t expect, to actually see an elf I once met on the Lost Island five hundred years later."

His words and expression were peaceful, without a trace of malice or attack.

But, at the moment when those dark eyes gazed upon her, even with legendary spiritual power, Lilianna felt a premonition that every secret of hers was thoroughly seen through by him.

It’s worth knowing, even when facing the leader before, she never had such a feeling.

"Didn’t expect that after five hundred years, the little girl who was babbling behind Hathaway has now become a real legend."

"Is this what they call a drastic change?"

Looking at the Grey Elf in front of him, the words of the young human were also tinged with a bit of emotion.

"After much time traveling, a sense emerges that decades, even hundreds of years are just a perception."

"It wasn’t until now that I could slightly perceive the weight of these five hundred years."

He reclined his posture a bit more lazily against the city wall, almost lying down.

"The element particles at the bottom of the Abyss are thin, not very suitable for cultivation."

"Of course, being in the Abyss also means being far from the madness and pollution lingering in the Main Material Plane, so there’s no need to worry about losing control with the rise in rank, which is somewhat advantageous."

"But, in any case—"

"Besides teaching you for a while, Hathaway and I haven’t left you any substantial help or extraordinary material."

As he spoke, a peculiar look appeared in his eyes as he glanced at Lilianna.

"Your talent among advanced Elves is not considered very outstanding."

"To have come this far, reaching the edge of legend, even if there were opportunities and such assistance, what you could truly rely on was only your own effort."

"Five hundred years, day and night, never slackening off, enduring hardships, overcoming obstacles... this effort finally paid off."

"It is quite an achievement."

"Lilianna, you have reason to be proud of this."

As he spoke.

The black-haired young man in front of her almost instinctively reached out his hand, as if wanting to pat the head of the Grey Elf girl in front of him like he did back then.

However, seemingly recalling Lilianna’s current status, he ultimately restrained such an impulse.

"If Hathaway saw your achievements today, she would surely be proud of you."

"To be able to still see some familiar people and unchanged things after five hundred years of drifting and wandering... it’s always good, to bring some solace to her spirit."

"So, keep moving forward, Lilianna."

"Maybe someday, you can truly become a support beside Hathaway."

"Of course, if you want to rest for a bit, there’s nothing wrong with that either."