Hate Me, Witch!-Chapter 101: My First Time… Stolen by Her

Chapter 101: My First Time… Stolen by Her

The Argent Witch's lips were soft—but cold.

A faint, delicate fragrance spread through Xia Ya’s nose, unbiddenly reminding him of the Night Orchids that bloomed at the edge of dusk and dawn.

At the same time, those slender fingers continued to move across his palm, tracing words one stroke at a time.

"Brother Xia Ya, your first time… is mine now."

"This is the compensation I want."

The tickling sensation in his palm paused for a brief moment before continuing.

"Too many people here."

"Let’s find somewhere quieter."

In the next instant, the golden twilight that filled the great hall engulfed Xia Ya and Sylvia.

Under the fading glow of dusk, their figures blurred—

Then disappeared.

A moment later, the frozen golden radiance that had enveloped the hall shattered into nothingness.

"What just happened?"

"Was I caught in an illusion? Did I black out?"

"No."

One of the Titled Beastmasters invited as a guest shook his head, eyes filled with shock.

"Rather than an illusion… it was more like time itself was frozen by an immense and unfathomable force."

"But freezing time for all of us—including so many Titled Beastmasters? Even a Legendary couldn't possibly do something this absurd!"

"Then… was that the descent of a Demi-God?"

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"Wait, what about the Rose Emperor? And Xia Ya Egut?"

Someone raised their head in confusion.

Their memories were clear—just moments ago, Guderian had been driven into a fury, revealing his trump card—the Legendary-tier Rose Emperor—with the sole intent of erasing Xia Ya completely.

And yet—

Now, not only was the Rose Emperor missing, but Xia Ya had vanished as well.

The only one left in the center of the grand hall…

Was a golden-haired girl, her icy blue eyes seething with barely restrained murderous intent.

Ailora had detected no hostility from Sylvia earlier—that was why she had stepped aside.

But she had never expected this.

That unfamiliar Legendary might not have been an enemy to Xia Ya—

But she was absolutely an enemy to Ailora herself.

Ailora's gaze was frozen and frigid, but deep within, it burned with flames of pure rage.

That was her boy!

And especially—his first kiss.

That was something Ailora had treasured for years, something she had guarded for so long.

Countless times, she had watched him sleep, his face peaceful and innocent like a child’s, resisting the temptation to steal what was hers.

She had waited, patiently—so that when the time came, when they were both adults, she could take her time and savor it properly.

Ailora had always known that Xia Ya’s “beautiful young noble” aura would attract unwanted attention.

So she had been careful—so very careful—meticulously keeping all those hungry wolves at bay.

She had blocked the Dawn Saintess of the Holy Court.

She had deterred the President of Diris.

She had even tightened her vigilance against the Second Imperial Princess and the Queen of the Night, when she noticed subtle hints of interest.

And yet—

All it took was a single moment of carelessness, and someone had stolen her prize.

They were just about to come of age!

Just a little more time, and she could have taken that step with him!

And the worst part?

Ailora didn’t even know who the hell this silver-haired witch was!

At first, she had assumed the woman was someone sent by Xia Ya’s mentor, a messenger from the Black Tower.

She had no idea how Xia Ya had ended up entangled with her.

Just then, Ailora’s icy blue eyes narrowed slightly.

At the exact spot where Xia Ya and Sylvia had disappeared—

A single note had appeared, silently floating in the air.

Ailora hesitated for a moment before stepping forward and picking it up.

On the pristine white surface, elegant golden letters slowly emerged.

"Miss Ailora Ingurit… or perhaps… Little Ai?"

"I hope you don’t mind me calling you that. After all, Brother Xia Ya calls you that too, doesn’t he?"

"I was present for the entire banquet. I saw everything. I know how important he is to you.

"If he suddenly disappeared, you’d be worried—so I thought I should at least let you know."

"I’ll be taking Brother Xia Ya with me for now."

"But don’t worry, Miss Ailora. I’ll make sure to return him to you in one piece."

—Sylvia Branstat

It was only then that Ailora finally realized who this Legendary Beastmaster truly was.

Sylvia Branstat.

The founder of the White Tower.

The Argent Witch.

A figure who had already ascended to the Legendary tier five hundred years ago… and who, judging by her presence today, had climbed even higher since then.

If it were anyone else, receiving a personal letter from the legendary master of the White Tower would have been an unimaginable honor.

But at this moment, Ailora felt nothing but seething fury.

Those words—"in one piece" and "Brother Xia Ya"—stood out on the pristine white paper, so piercing that she gritted her silver teeth in frustration.

Everyone knows—

Whenever a third party inserts themselves into a relationship, they always start by calling him “Brother.”

And seriously, you’re a Legendary from five centuries ago—how the hell do you have the face to call yourself his little sister?

—Rip!—

The paper was shredded in an instant, sliced apart by the razor-sharp aura of her Knight’s Lance.

Somewhere Else…

With his eyes closed, Xia Ya felt his surroundings spin in a dizzying whirl.

The sensation was similar to when his mentor, Hathaway, had once pulled him into the Starrealm—but much, much softer.

And yet—

The warmth lingering on his lips remained.

Instinctively, Xia Ya opened his eyes—

And there she was.

Her eyes were gently closed, her long lashes trembling slightly, her face unchanged from his memory—

As if five hundred years had passed without leaving a single mark on her.

This was nothing like Ailora’s quick, fleeting kiss, the one that had merely brushed his forehead before vanishing.

Sylvia’s kiss was deep.

Long.

A kiss filled with yearning and longing, one that refused to end.

She greedily took what she wanted, unwilling to let go.

It was only after a long, long moment that they finally parted.

Sylvia’s long lashes quivered, and she opened her eyes, revealing those pure silver irises.

"Brother Xia Ya, how do you feel?"

The voice—melodic like a wind chime—didn’t reach his ears.

It resonated directly in his mind.

Xia Ya thought about it, preparing to say something polite—perhaps something like "honored" or "surprised".

But in the next instant—

He heard his own voice echo across the world.

"Honestly, a bit unexpected, but… damn, that felt good."

"…Wait, what the hell? Where am I?!"

Only now did Xia Ya notice his surroundings had completely changed.

No longer the vast, magnificent Hall of Oaths—

Instead, he now stood in a silent, secluded garden.

And in its depths, upon a small tree, delicate white blossoms swayed in the still air.

Xia Ya found himself sitting on the stone steps of the courtyard.

Above, the bright full moon illuminated the sky.

In the distance, he could faintly hear the waves of the Grandet Sea crashing against the rocky shores.

Xia Ya recognized this place—

It was the deepest part of the Grand Ducal Estate, the courtyard that had once belonged solely to Sylvia in the Cangting Royal Capital.

Back when they first met, Xia Ya and Sylvia had spent countless nights here, sitting among the flowers, sipping milk tea or coffee, trying to make it through long, sleepless hours.

But this courtyard should have been burned to ashes five hundred years ago, lost in the great fire that consumed Cangting Royal City.

"This is my mental world as a Legendary."

Sylvia’s melodious voice rang out once more.

She sat beside Xia Ya on the stone steps, gazing at the distant sky.

A faint, almost imperceptible blush lingered on her porcelain face—

The aftermath of Xia Ya’s completely unfiltered response from earlier:

"Damn, that felt good."

She quickly composed herself.

"Or rather… this is the Spirit Realm itself."

Xia Ya nodded.

From what he knew of extraordinary knowledge, the Spirit Realm was the collective consciousness formed by the inner worlds of countless sentient beings across the multiverse.

But he hadn’t realized it was possible to pull someone else’s spirit into one’s own mental world.

Legendary-tier figures really do play by different rules.

"What about my physical body in the Material Plane?"

"I already sent it back home."

Sylvia’s lips curved into a small, teasing smile.

"Right now, Brother Xia Ya is peacefully sleeping in his bed."

Then, in a light, mischievous tone, she added—

"But I only just realized… your sleeping face is adorable."

"You always act so mysterious, so deep and unreadable during the day.

"But when you sleep, you look just like a little kid."

Xia Ya covered his face.

He imagined himself sleeping, completely defenseless, while Sylvia sat beside him, quietly watching—

The sheer secondhand embarrassment hit him like a social death sentence.

The years he had spent carefully maintaining his "cold and untouchable" persona in front of Sylvia? Completely ruined.

Thankfully, Sylvia didn’t dwell on the subject for long.

Her gaze returned to him, turning serious.

"This is the Spirit Realm—my ocean of consciousness."

"Here, all thoughts and emotions manifest directly."

"So… no lying. You can only speak the truth."

She locked eyes with Xia Ya.

Her argent pupils held both a trace of expectation and a lingering nervousness—

Like a traveler returning home, standing at the doorstep, afraid to knock.

"Brother Xia Ya… I want to know everything that happened that night."

"And also…"

"In your heart, what place do I hold?"

This is a damn death flag.

Xia Ya sighed internally.

But truthfully, it was time to face his feelings.

Before, he could have made excuses—

He could have told himself that five hundred years had passed, that she had probably forgotten about him.

But the moment she kissed him, he knew—

There was no running away anymore.

Not that he wanted to run.

Xia Ya had always been a greedy person.

If he weren’t, he never would have dreamed of writing the "Exotic Species Cultural Evaluation Guide."

Only children choose one option.

Adults take everything.

Besides, a lot of this was just one big misunderstanding.

Sylvia was no longer the fragile girl she had been back then—

She didn’t need hatred to keep her going anymore.

She had already become one of the strongest figures in the Western Continent.

The next moment—

Xia Ya’s body began to fade.

His physical form dissolved into a deep, dark mist.

This was the Spirit Realm, a place of pure consciousness.

Here, he could freely alter his form, becoming whatever best facilitated mental communication.

And mist—

Was the most efficient medium for transmitting information.

Sylvia instantly understood his intent.

A Fourth-Ring Beastmaster should barely be able to perceive their own mental world—let alone manipulate their spiritual essence at will.

But since it was Xia Ya, she wasn’t surprised at all.

Her own body also began to fade—

Transforming into a silvery mist, soft and ethereal.

Unlike Xia Ya’s deep, obscure black mist, Sylvia’s mental projection was a pure silver cloud, delicate and dreamlike.

She moved closer.

Her argent mist intertwined with his, merging into one—

Blending together seamlessly.

This was the deepest possible spiritual connection.

With just a thought, their minds could completely intertwine.

Xia Ya focused.

Threads of black mist drifted from his being—

Flowing into Sylvia’s silver cloud.

It was the final act from the Historical Echo of the Cangting Ancient Kingdom—

The moment Xia Ya had used Tsukuyomi, ripping fragments of Sylvia’s memories from her soul.

These were the missing pieces she had discovered when she ascended to the Legendary tier—

The hollow scars she had never been able to fill.

The black mist pierced through the silver cloud, reaching its very core.

This was Sylvia’s soul nucleus—

The most sacred place for any Beastmaster.

It was the very foundation of self-awareness—the core of their identity.

For any Beastmaster specializing in spiritual power, this was far more important than their physical body.

After all, if one lost their flesh, they could still reincarnate or possess another vessel.

But if one lost their self-awareness—

Then even if the body remained, the person would cease to exist.

This was how cults manipulated followers—

By corrupting their soul cores with contaminants, forcibly rewriting their self-perception to create fanatical zealots.

Yet Sylvia didn’t resist Xia Ya’s mist.

She lowered her mental defenses—

Allowing the pure, untainted essence of Xia Ya’s soul to pour into her core.

The lost memories—

Were restored.

A missing piece of her soul was returned.

A sensation of completion spread through her being.

Her spiritual form trembled—

The entire silver mist rippling like waves in a tranquil sea.

A long time passed.

Finally—

The argent mist settled once more.

The two forms separated—solidifying back into human shapes.

But for some reason—

Sylvia’s porcelain face, so cold and flawless before—

Was now flushed.

A deep crimson blush, like the hues of a setting sun, lingered across her cheeks.

And it refused to fade.