After reaching the maximum level, my "soft rice system" finally arrived.

He reached out his hand, and crystalline fragments of power flew slowly towards him at his will, emitting a faint glow, then fluttering up and down between his fingers.

Charles moved quickly, and in no time he crossed the sea of ​​stars that emitted faint glimmers of light, arriving at the pitch-black palace shrouded in night.

With his arrival.

Within the floating palace, a dark-colored door creaked open.

Then, it slowly opened to the side.

Clearly, the owner of this palace had already noticed Charles's arrival.

Charles was not surprised by this.

That was someone who had seized power from the gods—

Moreover, it is an existence that, by its own power, has protected this plane from the madness and depravity of the outside world for two hundred years.

Although, according to the legendary bone demon, the other party should have already entered a state of self-sealing, it should still have absolute control over the domain around it.

Charles readily accepted the invitation and walked step by step into the palace that night.

.......

Given the style of this dark palace, it would seem perfectly natural to find two rows of heavily armored guards and a high throne inside, with the majestic palace owner seated upon it.

However, as Charles turned a corner, the scene before him suddenly became bright.

Before me lay a patch of lush green grass, not exactly vast, dotted with tiny pink flowers and a large tree that took several people to encircle.

And under the shade of that big tree was a dilapidated swing.

A girl with black hair and golden eyes, dressed in a somewhat worn black gauze dress, sat upright on a swing, swaying gently in the morning breeze.

Behind her were stacks of books, and one of them was on her lap, which she was reading carefully.

The girl's features were exquisite, but her golden eyes seemed shrouded in the night, carrying a hint of mystery.

She stretched out her hand slightly, and a colorful butterfly, as if summoned, circled around a few times above her before carefully fluttering its dazzling wings and landing on the girl's outstretched hand, touching her fair fingertips.

After playing with the butterfly for a while, she finally looked up at Charles, her pale golden eyes filled with both confusion and a hint of wariness.

But even more so, there was a strong sense of curiosity—

It was as if a black cat was taking elegant steps, sizing up the uninvited strangers who had entered its territory.

The next moment, a pristine white diary appeared in the Twilight Witch's hand without warning.

She unfolded her diary.

Immediately afterwards, delicate, pale gold characters slowly emerged on the pristine white paper.

"My name is Renata."

"You are the first person to visit this place in the last two hundred years..."

She turned her head to the side and thought for a moment, her dark hair slipping down her side.

"wizard"

"That's really an honor."

Ciel looked at the pale gold words that appeared on the diary and spoke.

With Charles's keen eye, he could roughly guess why the other party chose to communicate with him through writing instead of speaking directly.

Because of that "blasphemous wooden horse," the girl possessed too much of the power and divine strength that originally belonged to the gods.

These divine powers and broken authority exceeded the limits of her ability to control them freely. The sea of ​​stars outside this dark palace was the manifestation of the overflowing authority.

And just as the well-known saying goes, "God said, 'Let there be light.'"

The power of words, or the power of words to become law, is itself part of authority.

The young woman before me, who possessed countless powers, only needed to utter a single word—

This could uncontrollably lead to the leakage of power, causing a catastrophe in the mortal world.

"here......"

"What do you think?"

Pale gold text appeared in the diary.

The black-haired girl held up her diary for Ciel to see, and Ciel could see a hint of expectation on her indifferent little face.

His power was clearly comparable to, or even surpassed, that of the gods; his words became the law of the world.

However, at this moment, Renata did not possess the slightest sense of superiority that matched the immense power she wielded.

She was supposed to be the witch queen, an enemy of the gods.

But at this moment, she is no different from a young girl who has carefully crafted a handmade item and can't wait to share it with others and gain their approval.

Charles surveyed the small yet independent space around him.

With his limited perspective, he could naturally see that everything here, from the grass and trees to the butterflies and swings, was created by an illusory authority.

Although it exists in physical form, it is essentially a product of fantasy projected onto reality.

"A very nice sight—"

Charles smiled.

"However, compared to a real scene, it still lacks a bit of life."

Hearing Ciel's comments, the black-haired girl lowered her head slightly, looking somewhat disappointed.

But then—

The wisps of magic then took shape around her.

"so."

"If we added a few more strokes, it would be even better..."

Charles's words echoed in her ears.

To bring fantasy to life as a real landscape—

Coincidentally.

That is the wizard's specialty.

And accompanied by those magical strokes.

Within this world, the scene, though originally exquisite, appeared somewhat oppressive and silent, lacking a certain vitality.

Suddenly, in an instant, it became vivid and lively.

.......

Chirp...

Chirp...

The cheerful chirping of birds rang out in the woods, and sparrows of different colors hopped about, some flapping their wings and circling above the two of them.

The chirping of crickets echoed from the lush, green grass, blending with the birdsong.

And in the deep shade of the forest, there were shadowy figures moving about – beautiful sika deer.

Bright sunlight streamed down from the sky, reflecting off the girl's elaborate black dress and casting countless fragmented silhouettes on the lawn behind her.

A faint fragrance wafted over.

The black-haired girl turned around in surprise—

Beside her, clusters of dark purple star orchids were quietly blooming, their petals delicate and glistening with morning dew.

.......

A glimmer of light appeared in the girl's eyes, which had been hazy and misty.

This was a landscape she had seen before, but which had long since faded from her memory.

Ever since she was taken away and raised by that legendary bone demon, she has stayed in the dark mage tower, spending her days and nights with only the dim light of oil lamps and magical tools.

And after the cataclysm broke out, she, who had blasphemed the gods—

In order to prevent his uncontrollable power from leaking out and causing harm to the mortal world, he chose to seal himself away in the distant sky.

For the past two hundred years, she has never stepped out of this dark palace.

Day after day, year after year...

In this silent palace of the night, she painted the landscape of her heart...

That was the splendor she witnessed when she was still a carefree noble girl, before she shouldered the grand ambition of revenge against the gods.

But that memory has long since faded, becoming hazy and indistinct.

I can only fill in the gaps little by little with memories and fantasies...

"What a nice view."

"The woods behind the manor are exactly the same as they were when I was a child."

The black-haired girl wrote her thoughts in a notebook and showed them to Ciel, causing him to fall slightly silent.