Hate Me, Witch!-Chapter 137: I’m Surrounded by Wild Women

On the wooden table, two lunchboxes were opened.

This morning, Ailora had prepared egg roll pancakes and winter melon pork rib soup for Xia Ya.

Originally, such specialty dishes weren’t found at all on the Western Continent. It’s just that Ailora knew Xia Ya liked these kinds of flavors, so she had gone out of her way to learn how to make these exclusive dishes from Xia Ya’s hometown.

Even though she still didn’t know where exactly these so-called “hometown dishes” of Xia Ya’s actually came from.

“How does it taste?”

Ailora didn’t pick up her chopsticks herself. Instead, she sat at the table, watching Xia Ya take a big bite of the egg roll pancake.

“I know you don’t like cucumbers, so I swapped the cucumber strips in the pancake for lettuce. Also changed the seasoning to that salty flavor you prefer.”

“Bro just loves that strong flavor—perfect little magitech chef!”

Xia Ya gave a thumbs-up as he chewed. “Please, make me miso soup every morning from now on.”

The blonde girl tilted her head, her pale gold hair falling over the edge of the table.

After spending so much time with Xia Ya, she was already used to him blurting out odd terms from time to time. She could even follow most of his references now.

Like this one—she could tell the deeper meaning behind Xia Ya’s words.

It was just another way of saying, “Please marry me.”

She blinked her beautiful sky-blue eyes and nodded. “Okay.”

Wait, she didn’t blush and run away?

Looks like everything that happened last night really did help this girl grow.

Now it was Xia Ya’s turn to feel a little thrown off.

“On How a Tsundere Is Just Freaking Adorable Once the Tsun is Gone.”

He quickly finished the egg roll pancake and, while spooning up the winter melon soup, watched as Little Ai silently pulled an alchemical potion out of her tote bag.

“Why’d you buy that stuff?”

Xia Ya recognized it right away—labeled as “Safe Magic Potion,” but basically read as “birth control.” He couldn’t help but ask.

“Just a precaution.”

Ailora unscrewed the cap without batting an eye.

Just as she was about to drink it, she paused at the sound of Xia Ya’s voice and looked at him.

She suddenly recalled one of her treasured memory crystals—Xia Ya once mumbled in his sleep, “Little Ai, let’s have a whole soccer team of kids.”

Could it be… that wasn’t just a delusional dream ramble, but a real thought of his?

But… a whole soccer team? That’s just…

For once, the blonde girl hesitated. Then she leaned in closer to Xia Ya.

She knew where Xia Ya came from.

Though they were both the last surviving descendants of Northern Ceylan, she—being the only daughter of the Winter Flower Family, the Ingulite Clan—at least lived relatively well before the great fire that wiped out Ceylan.

As the daughter of the Earl of Winter, even though Ceylan was a remote and impoverished place, she had never lacked food or clothing, and she’d experienced the love of a complete family and parents.

But Xia Ya was different.

He’d been an orphan for as long as he could remember. That old hunter from the North only taught him for a few years before passing away.

Ever since he was little, until he met Ailora, Xia Ya had always been alone.

Even though he never really talked about it… a bleak childhood like that probably left him with an unusually strong obsession with family.

With that in mind, Ailora said softly, “If you really want to… it’s not like I’d say no or anything.”

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“Girl, you’re way off base.”

“I’m only eighteen. I’m not so desperate that I’d turn into some horny old sea captain.”

Xia Ya could tell with just one look that her mind had gone somewhere completely off-track again and cut in quickly.

“Besides, I don’t have any extra transcendent traits I need to offload to avoid losing control… Stuff like kids can wait until we both reach Legendary, or even Throne-tier.”

He rubbed his temples. “What I meant was something else.”

“I mean—isn’t it possible that everything we did last night… didn’t actually hit the mark? And that there’s no way anything like a kid would come out of it?”

A deep blush suddenly spread across the ice-cold yet delicate face of the blonde girl.

After a long while, she finally composed herself and said calmly, “I read in a lot of books that as long as magic replenishment through bodily fluids is completed, there’s a high chance it’ll take on the first try.”

“We did several rounds of fluid exchange last night…”

“What the h**l kind of weird little magazines have you been reading?”

Xia Ya rubbed his forehead again.

“Yeah, reproduction needs fluid exchange, sure. But you’ve gotta replenish the right place. Just using your mouth doesn’t cut it.”

He gently stroked the black stockings on his little wife’s thigh and whispered into the blonde girl’s red-hot ear.

“Actually, there’s another more common safety method too… Should we try that next time?”

——

Whoosh.

Suddenly, space shattered.

Relying on the cluster of Sands of Time shining like stars within his mental sea, Xia Ya could clearly sense that the River of Time surrounding this area had flickered out of reality for an instant—then snapped back.

Then—

A letter, shimmering with brilliant starlight, silently appeared before him in the void.

Another letter?

Xia Ya blinked.

He recognized this kind of delivery—it was similar to how his teacher’s summoned beast used the Starrealm for messages.

But compared to that golden elf teacher’s star-forging beast, which could ignore the world barriers and freely traverse the Spirit Realm, Starrealm, and Material Plane, this sender’s method was clumsy. Even with Xia Ya’s current rank, he could glimpse part of its workings.

Being able to move freely through the Starrealm meant the sender was at least Legendary… but judging by this technique, probably just a run-of-the-mill Legendary.

Just as Xia Ya finished that thought—

The holy spear's radiance suddenly flared.

Enormous mystic power surged with a sharp, chilling lance of light. The glow of a pure silver knight’s lance tore through dimensions, piercing the boundary between Starrealm and the Material Plane in an instant.

Pshhk.

The sound of enchanted metal tearing through flesh.

A muffled groan echoed from the depths of the Starrealm—clearly, they hadn’t expected Ailora, whose aura had only just broken through to the Sixth Ring, to launch such a powerful attack.

Yet, with the holy spear’s blessing, she’d actually managed to wound someone at the Legendary-tier.

And in that single moment of pause caused by surprise and injury—

The dusky glow of twilight spread outward.

A frozen dusk locked half the sky in place, along with the void’s many spreading rifts.

And once again, Xia Ya heard Sylvia’s ancient chant, like iron clashing with bronze.

The clear voice of a young girl echoed across the frozen world.

That word means: “annihilation.”

A fraction of a second later, the twilight radiance shattered.

Through the briefly thinned barrier between the Starrealm and the Material Plane—

Xia Ya heard a piercing scream echoing suddenly from the illusory depths of the Starrealm.

A few breaths later, the softened world barrier once again became dense and solid, and the Starrealm faded out of sight.

As the barrier mended, the white-dressed witch silently appeared in the room, standing gracefully at Xia Ya’s side.

Sylvia’s argent eyes looked out the window, yet it felt as though her gaze had pierced both realms, falling straight into the distant Starrealm.

Light gold script surfaced in the air.

“The intruder was a regular Legendary-tier. I stripped all his life force with word magic just now. Under normal conditions, he’ll be dead in ten minutes.”

“But later, another ancient Demigod within the Starrealm intervened and took away the corpse. Maybe… they’ll try some method to reinfuse it with life and revive him.”

Sylvia’s delicate brows furrowed slightly.

“That later Demigod felt extremely old to me—likely a relic from the previous era, one of the old ones.”

“Still, no matter what they try, he won’t be able to recover his Legendary combat strength for at least ten years.”

So… in just a few breaths, the two of you completely crippled a Legendary?

Man, my main wife and side wife’s combat stats are off the charts…

Xia Ya wiped the sweat from his forehead.

“I kinda feel like… other than spying on me across the Starrealm, that guy didn’t really have much hostility.”

“Maybe he really was just a messenger…”

“To spy without revealing one’s true body is already a hostile act.”

“If he’d shown any killing intent earlier, his corpse would’ve already been reduced to dust in the Starrealm.”

More light gold script appeared.

Sylvia’s gaze remained locked on the direction of the Starrealm, her argent eyes still icy cold.

After all, she had been eavesdropping from the other side of the wall all morning.

And when she saw the safety potion in Ailora’s hand, she was so furious she nearly ground her silver teeth to bits.

Even though she later learned—thanks to that same eavesdropping—that Little Ai had just misunderstood things because of her lack of basic biological knowledge, there was still nowhere to vent the lemon-cat-level jealousy she’d been bottling up for an entire day and night.

So what a coincidence—someone just happened to be peeping at Brother Xia Ya from the Starrealm. Naturally, that unlucky guy became her punching bag.

Xia Ya felt a bit awkward.

He was more the type who liked to think before acting—not really a fan of violence. Things like extracting intel through diplomacy, plotting for benefits, or even infiltrating the enemy and flipping sides at the right moment? All routine stuff for him.

But the women around him, despite all having different personalities, mostly fit one type—

Full-on wild women.

Straight-up avatars of brute-force aesthetics.

Little Ai, for instance, went without saying: 100% pure Iron-Fisted Wife of the Post-Apocalyptic Century.

As for Her Highness the Imperial Princess, based on their time together in the Historical Echo, this Holy Sword user was clearly the definition of solo charge tactics—

That title of “Knight King” wasn’t for show.

And don’t even get him started on his golden elf teacher—

The only verifiable battle record from her time in the Black Tower “Eternal Page” was that she once ripped apart a full-body Star Titan during the Cataclysm Era.

Then there’s Sylvia.

Once, in her youth, she still had some of that innocent girlish charm…

But blink once—five hundred years passed, and now his main wife had turned into a walking, talking Death Note.

She’d only spoken two lines in front of outsiders, and already two Legendary-tier folks had dropped dead.

The only person whose intelligence stat might’ve been higher than her combat power was probably Suren.

But then again, considering Suren’s identity as a Mechanist and her current status as the Saintess of Dawn, if they really got into a fight, she might just turn out to be one of those full-stamina, tank-build Black Star-style mechanists.

Seriously though, why does this overwhelming sense of security feel so d*mn reassuring?

Xia Ya couldn’t help letting out a quiet sigh.

Even though he really did care about improving his own combat capabilities—

His latest “Megastructure Armament” form of the Black Knight Gundam could now go head-to-head with a Legendary-tier…

Still, why did it feel like he couldn’t escape the fate of being soft-fed and protected behind a squad of wild wives?

As his thoughts drifted, Xia Ya’s gaze fell onto the letter on the wooden table.

Specks of starlight gathered on the letter’s cover, forming an emblem of the World Tree—half withered, half flourishing.

Xia Ya raised a brow.

He recognized that emblem.

Not long ago, Isadella and Sylvia had just explained it to him.

“Golden Dawn.”

……