Chapter 268 Chapter 62 Thoughts on the Way Home
As twilight sunlight spilled onto the gravel country lane, in the early summer season, fallen leaves from the trees, like emeralds, made a creaking sound as they were crushed by metal wheels.
Beside an alchemy puppet driving the carriage, a girl in a pure white dress swayed with her delicate small leather boots, sitting on the axle. The girl’s soft golden hair was stirred by the gentle breeze, and on her porcelain-white exquisite face, a pair of scorching gold big eyes looked around with interest.
“Young Lady, from Lorinc to here, the land within a radius of over a hundred miles belongs to Marquis Mays’ territory.”
Seeing his young lady showing some interest, Ig, who walked from behind, also smiled and explained to her.
“Among the many territories in the southeastern region of the Peka Kingdom, although the Mess Marquisate is not large, only ranking in the middle, its richness can be compared to the core territory of a Grand Duke. I think the materials you want, Young Lady, will definitely not be a problem here.”
Along the road, Ig noticed the girl seemed to be purchasing all sorts of strange and rare materials. Although he tried to ask the little phoenix several times what magic potion she wanted to refine, Verafia always maintained a mysterious demeanor, making Ig even more curious.
“Marquis Mays’ territory… hmm, that means this place is already your territory, Ig?”
The girl’s exquisite, picturesque little face tilted slightly upwards, her big eyes gazing at the young man who spoke.
Verafia’s face, delicate and jade-like in the soft sunset glow, suddenly showed excitement, and she jumped up, “If that’s the case, does that mean this young lady can do whatever she wants here!”
Ig couldn’t help but laugh, “Young Lady, in human society, even as a lord, if you are too willful in front of your people, you will be overthrown… Moreover, I am not qualified to inherit my father’s territory.”
“Ah, I see.”
Young Lady Verafia immediately became disappointed. Ig quickly comforted her, “However, if you just want to travel, there won’t be any problems…”
Just then, the carriage curtain was pulled open by a delicate white jade hand. Emerging was Dofiraia, still in her exquisite ice-blue dress.
“Have we reached Mies Territory?”
Dofiraia’s ice-clean lustrous eyes gazed at the gradually darkening surroundings, but her tone did not show much interest. The expression on her face clearly revealed suppressed emotions such as worry and anxiety.
“Dofiraia, are you worried about Vicena?”
Verafia patted her pure white dress with her slender hand, her beautiful scorching gold eyes turning as she looked at the girl who had walked to the side.
“Perhaps, a little. Thank you for your concern, Miss Vera.”
Dofiraia forced a smile on her face, but her delicately crafted jade hand couldn’t help but grip the front of her dress at the waist, looking like she was forcing a smile. “After all, it’s been so long, and I haven’t received any news from Teacher.”
It had been nearly a month from Andelfir Province to here. Dofiraia was initially full of confidence. After all, with Vicena’s strength as the “First Mage,” dealing with a Star-rank Necromancer, even if the opponent was connected to the Black-winged Monarch, it was undoubtedly an easy task for anyone.
However, by now, even Dofiraia had to start suspecting if her teacher had encountered some accident.
Ig stepped forward to comfort her, “Miss Dofi, Grand Mage Vicena is one of the most renowned Grand Mages in the Kingdom. In terms of magical attainments alone, there are probably not many people on the entire continent who can surpass her. I think perhaps Madam Vicena is just delayed by some matters.”
Dofiraia nodded her head lightly, “I hope it is as Ig said.”
Verafia, standing to the side, pouted and turned her little face away, sitting by the carriage again with an indifferent demeanor. However, in the depths of the girl’s beautiful golden eyes, a trace of worry also emerged.
“Vicena… but she and Lancaster…”
Verafia couldn’t help but recall Vicena’s appearance when she personally handed her Lucia’s staff. That was almost the last time Verafia saw the girl. For years after that, as the Hero, she had hardly ever returned to Peka, until the day she finally pulled out the Sacred Sword.
To Verafia, Vicena was not just Lucia’s sister. For this girl whom she watched grow up, even now as Verafia, she still had a trace of unexplainable emotion.
Under normal circumstances, Verafia would naturally have confidence in Vicena, even if the Necromancer on the other side had not only slaughtered thousands of high-level Professionals but had also directly annihilated a Saint Rank.
However, Verafia knew clearly that behind the Necromancer who seemed to be only Star-rank, there was vaguely the shadow of Fatter, the “First Mage” of the Demon Race War, and now the “Magic Monarch.”
“Shiel once told me that the Staff of Freedom seems to hide the secret of magic… Then, is Fatter, who has reached the limit of magic, also wanting to obtain the Staff of Freedom from Xiao Na?”
The girl’s slender eyebrows furrowed. If Fatter really intended to do so, she didn’t think King of Peka Lancaster would be wary of him.
After all, Fatter had already extended his hand into Peka’s territory and had almost single-handedly instigated the revival of the Black-winged Monarch.
“And Anderdun, as well as the fragment of Atroth’s half-divine spark…”
The girl’s gaze shifted slightly to the bone fragment tied to her white wrist. The exquisite bone fragment pendant, under the setting sun, vaguely showed a hint of golden radiance.
Verafia shook her head, her slender hand, as exquisite as an artwork, opening slightly. Her flawless white palm fell into the girl’s scorching gold pupils.
Beneath her delicate, jade-like skin, Verafia could see a scene where pure golden sunlight and a few wisps of deep purple markings intertwined. A trace of unusual color flashed in the girl’s beautiful golden eyes.
From the time she left the “Abyss of Deathly Stillness” of the Black-winged Monarch, Verafia had already begun to try to absorb fragments of the divine spark, even prioritizing it over refining the Black-winged Monarch’s demonic power.
By now, even though the divine spark did not fit her, Verafia could try to borrow some of its authority.
Suddenly, the girl’s pupils rippled, and her immaculate snow-white face lifted… Verafia suddenly felt that the fragment of the divine spark she had refined, which presided over death, suddenly surged violently just now.
“What’s wrong, Young Lady?”
Ig noticed the girl suddenly raise her face, and the unusual expression that flashed across her snowy cheeks made him quickly ask.
