Chapter 403: You Are My Only One

"Master, a world without you is not a world I want."

"You lied to me... the power of love is not infinite after all..."

"Without you, I can't... do anything..."

Xu Xi was dreaming.

Shattered, fragmented images, like distorted oil paintings, overlapped in a swirling vortex.

They were like fantastical clouds, blending in the sky, rippling across the sea of stars.

Light and shadow intertwined, reflecting unknown desires, surfacing real scenes.

Xu Xi saw many images.

Pale, boundless.

He saw, after the second simulation ended, the gray-silver-haired witch silently shedding tears, venting her sorrow without a sound.

The witch wandered alone through the empty courtyard, stumbling in confusion, falling because of helplessness, and eventually forcing herself to stand again, because she knew no one would be there to lift her up anymore.

Sorrow, crying, regret.

Her shoulders trembled as she kept blaming herself for her helplessness.

If, if only she could become stronger, could she have reversed the tragedy?

Could she have brought back that lost warmth to her side?

"Master..."

"I can now... use chopsticks very well..."

"I will always, always, always wait for you to come back."

Xu Xi witnessed it all.

He saw her travel alone through the magical world.

He saw her crying in sadness, yet still stepping forward with strength.

He saw her endure the loneliness, eternally waiting for a reunion.

As an "undying monster," she would wait forever and ever for Xu Xi’s return, waiting for that bright, warm light to once again illuminate her darkened life.

...

Morning arrived.

Soft yellow sunlight pierced through the clouds, struggling through the gap in the curtains, falling onto Xu Xi’s face in thin streams.

"A dream?"

"No... it was too real."

"It was like a playback of the past."

Xu Xi sat up slowly, looking down at his hands, falling into deep thought.

Although he didn't understand why he could see Krisha’s past, it felt undeniably real.

The emotions, the thoughts...

The sorrow that Krisha had carried in the dream poured deeply into Xu Xi's heart.

"You've been waiting for me all this time..."

Lowering his gaze, Xu Xi let his mind wander.

A moment later, the bedroom door was gently pushed open.

"Master?" It was Krisha.

Today, the witch wore a maid outfit adorned with lace, her gray-silver hair brushing over her shoulders like silent waves.

Her calm expression didn’t seem cold, but rather carried a unique, stunning beauty.

"Master, today’s breakfast is warm milk, fried eggs, and smoked wyvern meat," Krisha said, bringing breakfast to Xu Xi.

"Thank you, Krisha," Xu Xi responded softly.

"You’ve worked hard all this time."

Krisha shook her head.

Her voice was calm: "You don’t need to mind, Master. This is what I should do."

It wasn’t hard for her.

It could never be hard.

As long as she could meet him, as long as she could reunite with him—

Just seeing his face, holding his hand, feeling that long-lost warmth, she would never feel tired or worn out.

Because he was her only one.

"Clatter—"

Krisha placed the breakfast tray on the table.

She took a few light steps to the closed curtains, pinching each side with her fingers, and pulled them apart.

"Whoosh—"

In an instant, the morning sunlight flooded the room.

The warm, bright, gentle rays swept away the night’s cold desolation, lighting up their small world.

"Master, is one portion enough?" Krisha asked, standing with her back to the radiant morning light, facing the only sun she acknowledged.

"If it’s not enough, I can prepare ten more portions."

"Krisha," Xu Xi spoke.

"I’m here."

"Your suggestion is very good... but let’s leave that for later," Xu Xi said gently, refusing her kindness in a soft way.

...

After breakfast, Xu Xi strolled around the mansion.

The furniture was complete, the decor was elegant, the plants were beautiful.

There wasn’t much that needed changing.

"This kind of life isn’t bad," Xu Xi thought, recalling his past days in Ellenson City.

Now compared to then, it felt quite similar.

The only difference was—

He no longer needed to study magic.

This time, Xu Xi intended to simply accompany Krisha, letting the immortal witch experience as much warmth as possible.

"Krisha, is there anything you want to do?"

Xu Xi paused his steps and asked the calm witch beside him.

"To be with you."

"And besides that?"

"To watch you, to take care of you, to serve you."

Krisha continued to gaze at Xu Xi’s face.

Her expression was calm, but her tone was especially serious.

In her eyes, there was only Xu Xi.

She could see only him, and thus, she could think of nothing else she wanted to do.

"This is a bit..." Xu Xi felt it was a little tricky.

Just then, Krisha seemed to remember something.

Her calm eyes lit up slightly.

"Master, there is a place... I want to go."

...

Krisha’s request surprised Xu Xi.

She wanted to visit the most bustling city in this fantasy world—

And visit its largest cathedral.

This world did not have real gods, but that didn’t stop the rise of various religions and beliefs.

Thus, churches were built.

Xu Xi didn’t understand why Krisha, who hated gods, would want to visit a cathedral, but he agreed.

"It’s rare..."

"For Krisha to actively say she wants to go somewhere."

He smiled and said to her, "There’s no reason to refuse. I don’t want to refuse either."

"Let’s go, Krisha."

"I’ll have to trouble you a little."

"I’m just a normal person now, so I can't fly or teleport. I’ll need you to take me there."

Xu Xi’s voice was gentle, tinged with a little apology.

"...It’s fine, Master."

"...I’m the one troubling you."

Receiving Xu Xi’s approval, Krisha seemed quietly pleased.

Though her face remained expressionless, the slight trembling of her lashes revealed her feelings.

Holding her "Ashen Rebirth" magic wand, bathed in sunlight, in the brightness, she let Xu Xi hold her hand, stepping into a portal of space together.

It wasn’t because she wanted to go somewhere.

It was because Xu Xi was there that she wanted to go.

...

Very soon, after a brief space transmission, Xu Xi arrived hand in hand with Krisha in the largest city of this world.

It wasn’t just a single city—

It was the capital of a kingdom.

A place where countless warriors, knights, magicians, and other extraordinary beings gathered.

Above them, members of the Royal Dragon Knight Order rode wyverns, diving majestically through the air.

Grand and magnificent, towering and solemn.

Sacred and brilliant, shining splendidly.

That was Xu Xi’s first impression of the city.

But only just that much.

His gaze shifted toward their true destination.

"The cathedral... it’s over there, huh? Unexpectedly obvious."