Read Novel Full Chapter 750: A Farewell Gift and a Vow
Chapter 750: A Farewell Gift and a Vow
"Will we meet again?"
The question caught Nolan off guard.
Would they?
Honestly, he didn’t know.
The future he knew was already set—fixed like it had been carved into stone. No matter how hard he tried to change things, it always seemed to find its way back on track.
At best, maybe things would shift a little. Not a completely different future... just a slightly altered version of what was supposed to happen.
But he couldn’t say any of that to her.
So instead, Nolan stayed quiet for a moment, carefully picking his words.
In the end, he just smiled and gave a small nod.
"Of course we’ll meet again. In the future, you’ll already be the Master of the Tower of Silence, and we’ll meet several times. Even if you can be annoying sometimes, I don’t hate you," he said jokingly.
Sylvia pressed her face against Nolan’s stomach, then puffed out her cheeks in annoyance.
"Why do I feel like you don’t like me in the future? Did I do something wrong?" She asked softly, slowly loosening her embrace as she looked up at Nolan with sad eyes.
Nolan gently wiped the tears from the corners of Sylvia’s eyes.
"It’s not that I don’t like you... it’s just that future you... How do I explain this? You’re kind of annoying."
Sylvia was startled, then felt upset. But her anger wasn’t directed at Nolan—it was directed at her future self.
She didn’t know what her future self had done to make Nolan feel that way, but she was certain of one thing: her future self must have made a serious mistake.
"By the way, I want to give you a gift," Nolan said. He opened his left palm, and a silver necklace appeared in it.
"It’s called Symphony of Serenity. Whoever wears it won’t get stressed, headaches, or any of those kinds of illnesses. Your mind just stays clear. I want you to have it."
Sylvia stared at the necklace, eyes wide with awe. It was silver, with a pendant shaped like a glowing sun.
"Please put it on me, Brother Nolan!" she said excitedly.
Nolan nodded and gently fastened it around her neck.
The moment it touched her skin, Sylvia felt it.
Her body suddenly felt lighter, and her thoughts cleared up—like all the weight she’d been carrying just vanished in an instant.
"This..." Her eyes widened as she looked down at it. "This necklace is amazing!"
"Do you like it?" Nolan asked.
"Mm! I love it! Thank you, Brother Nolan!"
Sylvia hugged him again, then playfully nuzzled her face against his stomach.
She had never received a gift from anyone—not even from her master.
In a way, this was her first real gift ever.
The feeling hit her so hard that her eyes started to sting, like she might cry at any moment.
She was just an orphan with no family. Without her master taking her in, she might have ended up as a helpless little elf, left to die alone out in the wilderness somewhere.
Even though her master was kind to her, Sylvia had always felt it—like there was an invisible wall between them. Close, but never quite close enough.
But it was different with Nolan. With him, she didn’t feel any wall between them at all.
Not only was Nolan kind to her, but he also never discriminated against her.
If only Nolan weren’t from the future, Sylvia would have been willing to do anything to stay with him.
Unfortunately, her opponent was space and time—forces she couldn’t possibly win against. All she could do was accept it and watch Nolan leave.
"Alright. I’m going now. Take care of yourself."
With that, his figure faded away like a gust of wind.
Sylvia stood there, staring at the empty space he’d left behind. Her expression went blank, heavy with sadness.
But it didn’t last long. She quickly steadied herself, clenching her fists.
"No matter if it takes a thousand years or ten thousand years... I’ll find you, Brother Nolan. And when we meet again, I’ll be strong—just like you said."
It was her first vow. And in her heart, she knew she would keep it someday.
...
The Western Region was home to both the dragon race and the demon race.
At first, they split the land evenly—each side taking half of the region.
But everything changed when the Demon Emperor rose to power and started his invasion. The entire region got pulled into the conflict.
In the end, the dragon race lost a large portion of their territory, shrinking down to just a quarter of what they once controlled.
Needless to say, they were furious—especially the Celestial Empire of Velgranth.
Still, things never fully escalated into an all-out war.
The Demon Emperor and his forces were just too powerful at the moment, and even Velgranth wasn’t willing to risk everything against them.
***
The Western Region, where the demon race lived, was nothing like the dragon race’s territory.
It was barren, dark, and gloomy. For millions of kilometers, the soil was black—like all life had been drained out of it.
Nothing could really grow there, except for a few strange, twisted purple grasses that somehow managed to survive.
A lot of people believed the land had been cursed by the gods. Otherwise, there was no explaining why it was so lifeless and dry.
At the very center of the demon race’s domain stood a massive palace, built entirely from polished black marble.
It towered nearly a hundred meters high, crowned with seven spires said to represent the Seven Deadly Sins.
The main gate alone was enormous, stretching thirty meters tall. It was heavily guarded too—so tightly watched that not even a fly would get through unnoticed.
Tap... tap... tap...
Footsteps echoed through the dark corridor as a beautiful woman walked forward calmly.
She had slightly pointed ears and a reddish-purple skin tone—clear signs she was a demon.
She was wearing formal clothes, kind of like a blazer, but designed in a way that fit demon culture.
She was tall and well-proportioned, with black hair that had a faint purple tint, neatly tied up into a bun.
In her hand was a document. On its cover were the words: "Plan for the Invasion of the Central Continent."
"Welcome, Prime Minister Yuria," the guards at the entrance to the throne room greeted.
Yuria nodded in response and stepped inside.
The throne room was vast and imposing—fifty meters wide and a hundred meters long.
Black pillars, accented with faint traces of gold, rose to support the high ceiling.
The most striking feature, however, was the man seated on the throne.
He was tall and handsome, with short red hair.
He wore black armor engraved with ancient runes across the chest and abdomen.
It was no ordinary armor but a high-grade artifact passed down through generations.
The man sat with his eyes closed, resting the side of his face on his palm in a relaxed posture.
As Yuria approached, she could feel the overwhelming aura radiating from him.
If he had not suppressed his power, she knew she would not even have been able to come near him.
Stopping at the foot of the throne, she knelt on one knee and bowed her head.
"Good evening, Your Majesty the Demon Emperor."