Character · Sylvia (Part 4)

The stars are leaping.

The world is receding.

The salvation tower pierces through the spatial barriers, soaring into the eternal void.

Flesh and blood burn into flames, searing between the fingers of her hands, rendering the warrior unable to grip her blade any longer.

Trembling.

Fear.

Sorrow.

She struggles, palms pressed against the ground, staggering back to her feet, her expression uncontrollably dazed.

"I am the Wizard's warrior..."

"Yes, I always have been..."

Hollow grief spills from her murmurs.

Through the endless passage of time, sorrow echoes. Even as the years turn to sand, slipping through her fingers again and again, that grief remains.

A soul meant to shine brightly.

Now dulled by separation.

Yet, just as dawn's light tears through the night, the warrior believes she will reunite with Xu Xi.

She will become a true warrior, one worthy of Xu Xi's praise.

Standing in the light.

Embracing Xu Xi once more.

And confessing her true feelings.

"Father, Mother, I'm back!"

Supreme power rewrites misfortune.

Her long-lost loved ones.

Her shattered homeland.

With Servia's help, all return from the distant past. Seeing their familiar faces, she smiles too.

Time passes, and Servia grows even happier.

She reunites with Xu Xi, filling the void in her heart, leaving nothing missing.

"Good morning, Miss Servia."

"Would you like some freshly baked pancakes?"

At dawn, the servants emerge from their rooms, ready to begin the day's work, only to see Servia rushing from afar.

Following their usual routine, they greet her warmly.

In the past,

the warrior would respond with equal enthusiasm.

But today, she has no time to spare.

"Next time, definitely next time!"

The stained glass of the dome gleams magnificently under the sunlight. Tall pillars, entwined with grapevine carvings, cast shifting shadows as the girl dashes past.

Holding the hem of her dress with both hands.

Her expression urgent.

Servia sprints through the halls of her home, racing up the walnut-carved staircase railing to the mansion's second floor.

"Miss Servia?"

Along the way,

everyone watches in stunned silence.

No one understands why she’s in such a hurry today.

"Ah, found it!" Golden hair, bright as the sun, flutters in the air. Emerald eyes brim with joy as the girl bursts into her room and retrieves a small gem from the corner.

A smooth, glimmering green stone.

Set within a hollow watch face.

Delicate, and full of memories—a cherished treasure from her childhood.

"Father, Mother, I'm leaving!"

Thinking of Xu Xi waiting for her,

Servia tucks the gem away and rushes off, still clutching her dress, leaving her bewildered parents at the door.

"Servia, what’s…?"

"I don’t know. Maybe something urgent."

Across time, through chaos.

Following Xu Xi’s presence, the warrior presses forward, breaking through barriers until she returns to the simulated world where they once stood alone.

"Wizard."

"Will you… accept this?"

Under the dim, hazy night sky,

Servia cradles the green gem in her palms, pouring her childhood dreams and lonely self into the ring on Xu Xi’s left hand.

Its glow.

Shines vividly in the dark.

"Wizard, my past and my future—I entrust them to you."

"Please… don’t reject me."

To Xu Xi’s astonishment, the warrior adjusts the ring’s position—from the index finger to the ring finger.

Warrior Servia.

Makes her move!

Earth, Yanshan City.

In the quiet courtyard, Servia raises her left hand, gazing at the ring, reminiscing about the past, and smiles softly to herself.

The smile is faint, serene yet understated.

As if all the joys and sorrows of her journey have been kneaded into it.

Leaving only a mellow aftertaste.

"Marriage…"

"Something I’ve longed for, yet now that it’s here, it feels too sudden, too fast."

"I think… I understand how Mother felt now."

The warrior recalls her childhood.

When she was young, Mrs. Clawphire once held her and spoke of the excitement and nervousness of marriage.

Little Servia couldn’t comprehend it back then.

But now,

Servia truly feels what her mother called "anticipation" and "anxiety."

Lost in thought, Servia rises and walks toward Xu Xi’s study.

Knock knock—

A light rap on the door.

"Come in."

With permission, the elegant golden-haired warrior steps inside, her eyes landing first on the familiar figure deep in thought at the desk.

"Wizard, are you still worrying about the wedding?"

Approaching,

Servia stands behind Xu Xi,

peering curiously over his shoulder.

"Not too much. With Krisha and Ailei’s help, most of it is planned," Xu Xi nods, spreading out a few sheets of paper on the desk.

Lists of wedding arrangements.

And their corresponding details.

Xu Xi prefers tranquility, disliking overly elaborate ceremonies. But this time is different.

At this pivotal moment in life, he wants to create unforgettable memories for the girls.

Perfection is hard to achieve.

But some things aren’t about difficulty.

Only by pouring oneself into the effort can one truly leave no regrets.

"Servia, do you have anything to add?"

Xu Xi turns slightly, meeting the warrior’s gaze.

Servia shakes her head. "Wizard, I don’t. You and the others have already thought of everything. I’m not good at this."

A warrior has her strengths.

She excels at saving the world, vanquishing evil, and confessing to the Wizard.

For everything else, she’s just barely managing.

"Alright, I understand."

Xu Xi smiles, gathering the papers, stacking them neatly, and tucking them into the desk drawer.

Truthfully,

planning this wedding has left Xu Xi exhausted.

Same time, same place.

A red bridal gown and a white wedding dress appearing together would clash, their colors starkly opposed.

Guest experience, menu selection, venue decoration.

And so on, and so forth.

All require careful consideration.

"Luckily, with Krisha and Ailei’s help, these issues are resolved. It’s just a bit more work for me," Xu Xi exhales, standing and walking out with Servia.

Midway, as if remembering something,

Servia tugs at Xu Xi’s sleeve.

"Wizard, before the wedding… shouldn’t you…"

"Come with me to meet my parents?"

The warrior wants to introduce Xu Xi to her family.

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