Chapter 223 Chapter 17: The Damaged End
“Count Lunse, just by looking. They’re in cahoots with that bastard who stole my things! Damn it all, to dare bully me like this, if only I could recover sooner, I’d burn him alive!”
Verafia bit her lip, her golden big eyes red. Despite her pitiable appearance, she spoke with great ferocity, making the young girl seem even more pitiful and helpless.
On the side, Ig tried to console her, “Young Lady, in my opinion…”
Unexpectedly, as soon as Ig spoke, Verafia’s scorching golden eyes glared fiercely at him:
“Ig, it’s all your fault! If it weren’t for you, this young lady wouldn’t have ended up like this, to be bullied by mere humans! And you promised to help me recover my strength, but, but, sob… you even let Flarn stop me just now!”
Verafia grew angrier as she spoke, her eyes turning redder.
“You humans are truly pathetic, this so-called Count, to disregard right and wrong like this, damn it… a scoundrel with corrupt morals, it makes me so angry!”
Ig obediently shut his mouth, letting his young lady vent her anger. Ig knew Verafia was upset, so he let her release her grievances.
Even though this Miss Phoenix was in such a state of impotent rage before a mere star, crushing him would be as easy as pinching an ant. Besides, being scolded by her would be less painful than being roasted by Phoenix Celestial Fire?
Verafia, extremely angry, berated Ig, who had suffered undeservedly, for a long while before Flarn, who was beside her, pulled her aside and gently persuaded her. Verafia took several deep breaths and temporarily stopped.
“Verafia…” Suddenly, a soft, delicate young girl’s voice reached her ears. Verafia looked up, and the Ice Dragon Girl who appeared in her sight had traces of hesitation on her cheeks.
Ophi remembered her sister’s teachings, “In times of difficulty, offering a helping hand easily increases favorability.” Thus, the Ice Dragon Girl gritted her pearly teeth and stepped forward, attempting to build a good relationship with this annoying phoenix at this moment:
“Although ‘Frost Heart’ was snatched by that person, I still have something I can give. Um, Verafia, are you not hurt?”
“Hmph… I don’t care about your ‘Frost Heart,’ and how could this young lady be injured! That guy with the foul dark aura completely relied on deception and sneak attacks. If he dared to fight me one-on-one, who knows who would win!”
Verafia lowered her small face, pouting stubbornly.
However, Ophi knew this was the Flame Phoenix’s usual spoiled and toxic demeanor, so she kindly did not expose her.
Verafia suddenly raised her eyes and looked at the Ice Dragon Girl before her. Her pure white little face turned red:
“Um, Ophi, right… you just came to help me. Although this young lady doesn’t need it at all, and doesn’t need your comfort, but, but I’ll remember it! I’ll repay you, you meddlesome guy!”
Ophi blinked her eyes, and an incredulous expression appeared in them. Ig, standing beside her, was equally dumbfounded, not expecting to see this Miss Phoenix yield?
However, Verafia seemed unable to bear any embarrassment. As soon as she finished speaking, she turned her small face away and then glared fiercely at Ig, whom she had just scolded.
Her small face still flushed with shame and anger, she shouted loudly.
“Hey, Ig, that sword in your hand! It was hit by that bastard’s sword, is it okay?”
Verafia had been heartbroken when she saw End being struck by the dark greatsword, and it had already been difficult to endure until now.
As for Ig’s injuries? She didn’t care. Verafia curled her lips and thought to herself.
Previously, Verafia had bestowed her origin blood upon Ig to save him. Even now, many of the girl’s origin blood’s characteristics remained within Ig. Moreover, this blood, more precious than the Dragon Clan’s innate essence blood, allowed Ig’s vitality to far surpass the limits of his level.
Although Ig also took a direct hit from the dark greatsword, Verafia had made a simple observation long ago that the dark greatsword’s attack was largely offset, and the remaining injuries would at most make Ig weak for a while.
Hearing the girl’s voice, Ig quickly took out End and held it before his eyes.
In Ig’s eyes, the dense traces formed by the molten gold runes on the End sword were severed and shattered. The sword blade, cast from ancient metal, was dented and broken with several finger-width breaks. Dark black colors seeped into the broken edges, constantly corroding and spreading.
Even just touching it, one could clearly perceive the aura of decay and desolation within.
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End (Tegasol) (Damaged, Tainted)
Type: Long Sword
Tier: Discarded
Evaluation: The former sword of Sword Saint Lothel. Forged jointly by Elf craftsman ??? and Dwarf craftsman: ????. It was completely broken under an unbearable power and was eroded by the power of “Abyss.” (Note: “Abyss”: ????? ?????? ???????)
Traits: Discarded
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Before Ig could feel sad, Verafia snatched the sword from his hand and observed it carefully under her scorching golden eyes.
The girl’s slender white fingertips gently touched the broken edge of End, but her skin felt a burning pain.
Verafia bit her silver teeth and lowered her eyes. The black color infused into the long sword, which appeared in her scorching golden eyes, seemed alive, easily annihilating the golden flames Verafia tried to apply.
“As expected…”
Verafia’s golden eyes grew solemn, and she murmured in a low voice.
If it were just normal damage, many blacksmith shops could repair it, no matter the cost of gold coins and materials.
However, for End, which was almost scrap metal before she barely managed to repair it, this time, not only was it severely damaged, but it was also corroded by the strange substances of “Abyss”…
Verafia closed her eyes, suddenly raised her head, and a great anger appeared on her face:
“I knew it, it’s those damned Abyssal Church bastards again! And this Count Lunse, he must be in league with them too! Hmph, damn it, I’ll remember this revenge!”
While Verafia was in a rage, Ig, without time to wonder why the young lady suddenly mentioned the “Abyssal Church,” quickly caught End, which was thrown to him, afraid that this young lady would carelessly break it.
Beside them, Flarn, who had been quiet all along, raised her eyes and looked at Verafia’s furious face, trying to ask, “It’s people from the Abyssal Church again… Sister, do you intend to?”
“Of course, I’m going to settle the score with these people!”
Verafia clenched her small fists, gritted her teeth, and said with a face full of resentment, “They stole my things and attacked my people. Do they think they can get away with it just because they ran away!”
—Especially, they dared to hurt her sword.
Verafia gnashed her sharp little fangs, holding a grudge in her heart.
