"But please, don't be sad, don't be anxious.
"It's true that to save Her Royal Highness, I left myself behind in the Imaginary Zone, shouldering the sin of distorting history. However, the Corrective Force isn't powerful enough to kill me.
"Especially you, Ennie, no matter what, you must believe in me! Never do anything to hurt yourself, or commit some foolish act like dying for my sake!
"You know me so well; you should realize I'm a man who dreams of becoming the Harem King. With my grand ambitions still unfulfilled, how could I possibly fall here so easily?
"Silvia, Ennie, I think you must have been very curious why I'm able to enter the Echo of History, right?
"However, the time I personally experience might span years, even decades...
"Wandering alone in the River of Time for years, perhaps even decades, certainly won't be pleasant... But, this might not be entirely bad; it could even be considered a form of atonement for me.
"Silvia, my Silvia Babe, I've actually always felt very guilty towards you.
"Because of a careless word from me back then, you buried yourself in the White Tower—in a dark, lightless tomb—enduring the torment of loneliness and suffering, waiting for me for five hundred long years.
"Just thinking about that feeling makes my heart ache unbearably.
"I've always felt somewhat unworthy of your affection.
"So, I wanted to try and experience that feeling... although this length of time may not be even one-tenth of the loneliness and solitude you once endured.
"But I think, when I return from the end of time,
"I can truly, without any reservations or sense of debt, embrace you.
"And then, announce to the entire world that you are my lover, and also my fiancée."
The black script ended there.
The pristine letter then began to fade, dissolving into glistening fragments that scattered in all directions.
"Shiayar, brother."
As she watched the letter conclude, those words of confession, filled with emotion...
In Silvia's Cangyin eyes, the shimmering light could no longer be restrained.
Even though... Even if you hadn't done this, I wouldn't have cared.
The witch's whisper drifted on the wind, unheard by anyone.
But the next moment, a sudden flash of the Sacred Spear's radiance within the room made Silvia turn in astonishment. Then, she saw it: around the golden-haired girl behind her, the River of Time, which had become ethereal and almost vanished, was surging once more.
"Enola... Miss?"
Looking at Enola behind her, Silvia couldn't help but show a touch of bewilderment.
"I knew Shiayar was lying to me; I've known it from the start."
Enola's figure was slowly fading, yet for the first time, a smile touched her usually frosty, beautiful face.
"He's the type to hide all his worries and secrets, always preferring to put on a brave front rather than let those around him worry. He was like that in the past, and he's the same now.
"I know him too well.
"Though he appears mature and composed on the surface, as if everything is under control, he's actually terrified of loneliness.
"That's why he took such a great risk to save me in Ceylon, and he also took in Su Lun, who was homeless at the time...
"With Shiayar's abilities, he doesn't actually need our combat strength, nor benefits like money or investment returns.
"What he truly needed was merely the companionship of others."
That was why Enola still dwelled on Su Lun's decision to leave back then, even after so many years.
"When he found out I didn't board that steam train to the White Tower, though he complained verbally, I knew that deep down, Shiayar was overjoyed.
"If there's no one by his side, he's sure to feel so lonely he could cry, perhaps even fall into despair."