Chapter 265 Chapter 59 Judgement
Miss Verafia’s noisy voice filled the Wood Elf Girl with terror in her crystal-like green eyes. She cowered to the side, clutching the Fire Dove tightly to her chest, having already decided to jump off the carriage and escape.
“Coo, coo, coo!” The Fire Dove chirped as the girl held it tightly, flapping its wings.
Ig felt a little regretful for this simple and adorable Wood Elf Girl. However, since Ainshel had spoken, and with his Young Lady by his side, Ig could only wave goodbye.
As they left the domain of deathly stillness, it was already afternoon. Just as evening arrived, a beautifully decorated carriage slowly drove towards a border town in Andelfir Province, en route to the southeastern duchies.
The hooves of the tall, magnificent horses were raised, and the metal wheels of the carriage slowly came to a halt on the bluestone slabs. On the town’s street, many pedestrians who had ventured out showed due respect to the elaborately and gorgeously decorated, expensive carriage, which was clearly only affordable by great nobles.
A small, brown, soft leather ankle boot landed crisply on the ground with a clear sound.
“Mmm! Well, Ig, I’m leaving now! If we defeat the fallen ones of the dark night, and the Elf King’s seal is lifted, you must come and visit me!”
The Wood Elf Girl, holding the Fire Dove, jumped off the carriage. Her long ears perked up. She waved her little hands, bidding farewell to Ig and the others. Like a startled rabbit, her slender, delicate body darted into the sparse crowd and quickly disappeared.
Verafia watched her retreating figure, her youthful lips curled upwards, her arms crossed over her chest, looking quite displeased.
“That hateful elf, what an idiot! What’s so fun about an elf wandering in your human world? You might meet wicked people with ill intentions! You might as well follow this young lady…”
Although she said that, Verafia actually hoped the Wood Elf Girl would stay by her side. If for no other reason, her talent in forging, being the younger sister of Lafynos, was enough for Verafia to place her hopes on.
Looking at the indignant Verafia beside him, Ig chuckled, thinking, “If it weren’t for you, little phoenix, scaring Ainshel just now, would this elf miss have been so frightened that she ran off alone?”
Of course, Ig dared not mention such things to his own Young Lady. Therefore, the young man smiled at Verafia, who was angrily biting her thin lips with her pearly white teeth.
“Perhaps Miss Ain prefers an adventure alone. Young Lady, how about we rest here for a night with Miss Rafie before continuing our journey?”
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Although this small town was located on the border of Andelfir Province, merchants and travelers still came and went incessantly. Therefore, the accommodation business in the town remained quite prosperous. After the Young Lady Verafia’s loudly demanded delicacies, Ig, along with the remaining few girls, found lodging without much difficulty.
However, since all the gold coins in Young Lady Verafia’s possession had been squandered, and even Flarn and Ophi couldn’t spare a few copper coins, the cost of the inn had to be borne by Dofiraia.
The sky had quieted. The cold, pale twin moons hung high in the night sky. As the night gradually fell silent, Verafia sat by the window. Her exquisite dress was illuminated by the pure moonlight, and her pair of radiant golden eyes gazed at the vast, flawless night sky.
However, from the soft murmurs emanating from the girl’s lips, there was not a trace of emotion, as if it were the extreme cold ice condensed in the silent depths of space for thousands of years.
“Lancaster… You are, at most, approaching immortality now. Besides the Sacred Sword, the time for me to avenge myself against you is not far off…”
In the past few days, during her journey, Verafia had gathered much information about Lancaster, who now occupied the supreme throne of Peka and was known as the “Hero who Saved the World.”
Although a century had passed, and the other party’s perception of rules and demonic power had greatly improved, all the news indicated that he was still in the legend realm and had not yet broken through the barrier of “immortality.” Not to mention the “divine domain” that belonged only to gods and existed in myths.
Verafia’s golden-flamed, brilliant eyes reflected the frost-covered night. She gently lowered her gaze to her slender, white wrist. The delicate fingertips, like fine jade ware, curled slightly according to the girl’s will.
At present, Verafia’s rank was approaching Star. If they added the demonic power of the Black-winged Monarch, which she had snatched in the domain of deathly stillness, and then added fragments of divine sparks, she would be close to the Star, or even the Saint Rank domain, within reach.
Although Verafia was still wary of Lancelot, who was still in the legend realm, she was not without countermeasures. However, if one were to add the Sacred Sword in his possession…
Thinking of these words, Verafia gently lifted her slender, jade-white fingertips to her golden hair. Her jade-white face, illuminated by the moonlight, appeared even more cold and flawless.
Verafia could not help but recall the moment she had touched the Sacred Sword.
Even though she had already reached the limit of legend at that time, only one step away from the realms of immortality and divinity, upon contact with that sword, she still felt an unbelievable vastness and grandeur.
Even now, as the reborn Fire Phoenix, possessing the most dazzling flame attribute in the world, Verafia still felt a tremor of fear and even instinctual dread whenever she recalled the appearance of the Sacred Sword.
Verafia’s slender fingertips clenched involuntarily in her palm. Her raised, pure white face, like snow-white jade, reflected in the moonlight.
“Sacred Sword… when Lancaster first obtained it, he could undoubtedly defeat, and even kill, one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Demon Race, the Black-winged Monarch, and even repel the Demon King. Even after that, although Master Oran had already stepped into the realm of immortality, he could not withstand the sharpness of the Sacred Sword, like this…”
Verafia couldn’t help but recall Lancaster, who had severed her right arm with the sword and stood firm amidst countless flames and surges of demonic energy. Her slender fingertips pierced her tender palm, but the girl seemed unaware.
If Lancaster had continued to wield the Sacred Sword, even if she ascended to Saint Rank, immortality, or even fully mastered the power of flames, she would still have no certainty of victory.
But if she were to wait for Lancaster to take the final step, to enter immortality or even the higher divine realm… then, what would be the point of Verafia being reborn in this slender and beautiful phoenix body?
“Sacred Sword, Lancaster… No matter what, I will retrieve what was mine, one by one. You wait for me…”
The girl’s clear voice echoed in the silent air. Although the girl’s voice was like the most perfect jade beads falling on a silver plate, the lingering hatred within it was clearly audible.
“Knock, knock, knock.”
Just then, there was a light knock on the door outside the room. Verafia’s expression relaxed. She jumped down from the windowsill. Her burning golden eyes, through the light cast by the crystal chandelier hanging overhead, fell upon the wooden door.
A clear, crystal-like girlish voice sounded from outside the door.
“Miss Verafia, do you happen to have a moment? May I disturb you?”
