Chapter 147: Burning Fire in the Night
As the setting sun was submerged under the dim shadows, Verodia watched Rols, who had already departed, her faint smile on her cheeks gradually receding, becoming indifferent. She turned her face.
“The game is finished. Come out.”
The shadow under the darkness swayed, and the girl was answered by a magnetic male voice, tinged with a hint of mockery:
“I didn’t expect you to let this brat give the remaining keys to them. However, Young Master Rols’s identity is not simple. Aren’t you afraid that the flame of jealousy from such manipulation will backfire?”
Verodia let out a cold snort, raising her face to look at the tall man emerging from the shadows:
“As long as the keys are given away, suitable people will naturally open them. As for the so-called Bl, and the successor of that Lord, if they can’t even deal with such a minor character, what’s the point of talking about the future?”
The black-clothed youth wore a faint smile, shaking his head slightly. He had no reason to provoke this “Jealousy” miss into revealing more of her true nature.
Verodia’s face suddenly showed displeasure, as she stared directly at the other’s face:
“It’s you… the words you said to that Bl earlier, hmph, I can tell you care a lot about her.”
The youth raised his handsome face, a slightly melancholic expression giving him an air of charming elegance. He sang out like a poet playing a zither.
“Such a beautiful and dazzling girl, who would be willing to strike her down? ‘Jealousy,’ you, with your responsibilities, of course cannot feel the joy and pleasure of witnessing this beauty.”
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The red sun set, the stars shifted, and the last rays of twilight were completely swallowed by the tranquil night, casting a thin veil of moonlight over the entire starry sky.
“Flower of the Red Hall,” as one of Rubiel City’s premier luxury hotels, not only boasted luxurious and exquisite furnishings but also rooms with spacious configurations that naturally matched its exorbitant accommodation prices.
Verafia sat by the windowsill made of glazed stone, having kicked off her pure white little boots. The hem of her knee-length satin dress was embroidered with large, exquisite, and magnificent openwork borders.
Earlier, Verafia had very resolutely refused Elishia’s invitation, then dragged Ig, who was beside her, and produced several dozen silver coins at this well-decorated tavern.
That golden-haired girl, although she had made some efforts to conceal herself, how could her true identity possibly be hidden from her? Not to mention her being so close to that Temple Knight named Avic.
Well, at such a critical juncture, she had no reason to suddenly get so close to the subjects of Lancaster.
A subtle smile lifted the corners of the young girl’s delicate lips.
Beside the beautiful girl sitting by the windowsill, Ig propped his chin, a contemplative expression on his clear-cut face.
“Young Lady, according to your understanding, Miss Aixi is actually Miss Elishia from the Adrienne family? Then why would she suddenly come to this slum?”
Ig had indeed had some guesses about Elishia’s identity, so he wasn’t too surprised after the girl confirmed it. However, he couldn’t help but ponder her actions.
“Pfft, of course, it’s because there’s something going on in this place! Vampires, and dark forces like the Abyssal Church, as well as the Duke’s opponents in Rubiel, they are all involved in this area, there must be some conspiracy.”
Verafia tilted her exquisite little face, letting out a clear, bell-like girlish voice. She slightly swayed the delicate, soft jade feet beneath her skirt, her slender legs, wrapped in delicate white silk and shaped elegantly and perfectly, were tinged with a touch of magnificent silver moonlight.
Although she wasn’t very concerned about the conspiracies in Rubiel and the dark forces, she also had no reason to conceal them for others.
Therefore, Verafia did not hide much from Elishia’s questions, whether it was Sok’s hidden distribution of bread to the poor, or Yucilaka of the Bloodwind Blade, or the black-clothed attendant, she had explained them all.
However, what was slightly beyond Verafia’s expectation at this moment was that after returning to this place for nearly two or three hours, she had looked out the window several times. Let alone the Knights who served as a defensive force, the entire Rubiel City showed no sign of tension.
This prosperous city also seemed as if nothing would happen, and peace and quiet gradually enveloped it under the nightfall and moonlight.
Verafia slightly raised her little face, her beautiful golden eyes, bathed in moonlight, revealed a thoughtful expression.
This was not normal at all… Could it be that the daughter of the Duke, who was actually in charge of the city, had other intentions, and was dealing with the enemy’s attack without any protection at all?
“If it’s just like this… then Miss Elishia is taking a risk?”
Ig said. He had obviously thought of the problem too, and his voice was not without worry.
However, to Ig’s surprise, before his words had fully fallen, Verafia frowned, her expression displeased. The girl crossed her slender arms and pouted her delicate lips.
“Tch, Ig, you guy, were you worried about that woman just now?”
This Miss Phoenix… why is she showing such an expression? She looks exactly like a little girl getting jealous.
Ig thought with amusement. However, Ig certainly wouldn’t arrogantly believe that this luxurious and proud Miss Phoenix would take a liking to a mere human like him.
Rather, it was more likely that she was displeased that her possession was being encroached upon by others.
Although this thought seemed a bit sad and aggrieved, Ig had long been accustomed to it, completely unlike other nobles who harbored unrealistic pride for the sake of so-called honor.
“A little bit… After all, Miss Elishia helped me. Otherwise, even with your power, I definitely wouldn’t have been able to defeat Rols.”
Ig certainly wouldn’t lie to his Young Lady. Although this little phoenix sometimes acted like a spoiled young lady, she couldn’t possibly make things difficult for him with a reasonable explanation, could she?
“Just that… Hmph, what’s there to worry about? That Golden Flower, Ig, you praise her so much, I don’t think she’s a foolish person either. Since that’s the case, she must have some confidence in what she’s doing.”
Verafia turned her face away and snorted. The faint starlight that shone through the high windows touched her delicate, jade-like, and extremely pampered little face.
“It should be so.”
Ig scratched the back of his head, revealing a slightly helpless smile. But since his Young Lady had spoken, Ig naturally couldn’t say anything more. Moreover, as a weakling of bronze like him, he couldn’t do anything anyway.
However, the words of that Phoenix Miss still seemed to carry some lingering concern…
Ig fell into a moment of thoughtful silence.
The young girl seemed to think of something else, her expression full of interest.
“Oh right, Ig, you mentioned my power… Hmm, is that sword from Lothel repaired? Hurry up and show me!”
Ig’s heart suddenly tightened. He saw the girl’s gaze, in her exquisite pupils that revealed interest, it was like the scorching gold color most dazzling above the scorching sun, the flashing brilliance made Ig suddenly recall Fernos’s words to him.
