Chapter 338 Chapter 132 Concern and Worry
“That expression is exactly the same as when this young lady first saw it.”
Verafia, pulling her silk dress, sat on the ground. Not far away, the magic runes she had just inscribed were exuding a soft white light, permeating the air. The gentle breeze blew, touching the girl’s youthful skin. Verafia propped up her messy head with her small hands, her fingers gripping a few strands of hair.
Before, in Ig’s room, the expression Verafia saw on his face was exactly the same as the emotion she had seen before the Chasm of Blazing Fire. This made Verafia unable to help but waver, and she finally handed the magic potion in her hand to Ig.
Although at that time, Verafia had exhausted her origin to pull the boy she had already wanted to give up from the clutches of the God of Underworld, and she hadn’t fully recovered even now; doing this now felt more like pushing him back down again.
Thinking of this, Verafia pouted unhappily, not sure if it was directed at herself or the black-haired guy not far away.
“Forget it, it’s this guy’s choice anyway.”
Verafia thought to herself, her scorching gold eyes looked up. Ig, sitting cross-legged in the quiet room, was preparing as per her instructions. She then pulled at her skirt, stood up, and walked towards him with graceful steps, her feet making crisp sounds like piano keys on the floor.
“Ig, are you ready?”
Ig was meditating with his eyes closed as per her instructions. The runes of magic around him were glowing, slowly enhancing his body. Besides Flarn, who was standing on tiptoe and closing the window not far away, Ophi was also standing beside him.
Hearing the girl’s voice, Ig opened his eyes and looked up at the girl walking towards him, revealing a smile:
“Yes. Young Lady, I’ll trouble you.”
“You guy, you still have that expression at this time. You’ll be in trouble later.”
Verafia glared at him and extended her fair, jade-like small hand. Magic surged, and the “Silent” rune in front of her flickered. Together with her subtle yet powerful spiritual power, it covered the entire quiet room.
This request was also suggested by Ig. According to Ig, if he could hide his strength for a while, it might have an unexpected effect in battle. Verafia thought about it and felt that there was no problem with it.
After the “Silent” barrier was constructed, white light flashed on Verafia’s small hand, and another ice lotus-colored magic potion appeared. She handed it to the boy.
“This magic potion, as this young lady just said, is refined from Dofiraia’s ‘Ice Lotus Karma Fire’. It is targeted at the erosion of Ophi’s dragon blood in “Spirit Breaking Blood”, and should have a certain protective effect. You must take it first.”
Ig nodded, took the frost-blue magic potion from the girl’s hand, and held it in his palm, feeling a slight icy chill.
“There’s one more thing. If Ig feels that he can’t bear it, tell this young lady immediately! Well, you can use the flame this young lady gave you.”
Verafia’s voice echoed again in the quiet air, bathed in the soft candlelight. The girl had already walked close to him. On her flawless, snow-jade-like delicate face, a pair of beautiful eyes still showed an expression of worry, and she continued to instruct, “Although this might undo all our previous efforts, it’s better than you getting yourself burnt to death!”
Seeing Miss Phoenix’s repeated instructions, Ig couldn’t help but chuckle. He had never seen this little phoenix care so much about someone, so he reached out and touched her little head.
“Hey! You guy, are you listening to this young lady?!”
Verafia’s small face showed annoyance. Like a cat whose fur had been ruffled, she suddenly raised her head, her gorgeous golden eyes meeting the boy’s pupils.
The azure blue color seemed like a calm lake, and there was a slight smile on the boy’s face. Verafia’s voice suddenly faltered, and for a moment, she became somewhat flustered.
Ig stopped smiling and said to her, “Young Lady, please don’t worry. Even just for my promise to you, nothing will happen.”
After speaking, he took his hand off Verafia’s head, gave her a gentle smile, found the ground where Verafia had already carved dozens of auxiliary runes for him, took a deep breath, and sat down cross-legged.
Verafia’s raised eyes gazed at the boy, her slender eyebrows lightly furrowed, and a rather complicated expression appeared on her cheeks.
“Am I worried about him… Hmm, even if I am, I shouldn’t have emphasized so much to this guy… Even if I’m afraid he’ll die, I shouldn’t have these kinds of emotions. How pathetic…”
The girl couldn’t help but bite her thin lips. She had already made up her mind about Ig, but she didn’t understand why she suddenly became so anxious at this moment… This was completely unlike her.
The silver-haired blood race girl walked closer to her. Her raised scarlet eyes looked at her profile, and after a slight hesitation, she reached out her fingertips and touched Verafia’s small hand.
Verafia’s small face startled and trembled slightly. Only then did she realize that Flarn was beside her.
The blood race girl slightly raised her eyes: “Elder Sister, were you just concerned about Ig?”
“How could that be!”
Verafia subconsciously shook her head and denied it, “This Ig, it’s just that this young lady has put a lot of effort into him, and I can’t just let him be wasted for nothing.”
The girl’s voice paused. It was difficult for her to sort out her feelings at the moment.
The words “worry” and “concern” had completely different meanings. At least, for herself.
Verafia couldn’t help but recall the time in the Setting Sun Forest when she witnessed the boy drinking the Fire Bath Blood. At that time, she could completely explain her feelings at that moment by her investment in Ig. But what about now…?
“Concern… Hmm, I can’t explain it to Flarn.”
Thinking of this, Verafia’s mood became even more chaotic. She shook her head vigorously and walked closer to Ophi, who was sitting near Ig.
Flarn’s scarlet, ruby-like eyes also showed a hint of entanglement. She raised her head and looked at the girl’s slender back, then quickly followed.
At this moment, Ig drank the frost magic potion. The light flickered in his azure blue pupils, and he squeezed the dragon blood and demonic blood in his palm forcefully.
A vast pressure instantly swept through. The hard rock ground cracked, and the liquid suspended in the air, as if being pulled by some kind of guiding force, with purple-red light flickering, drilled into his body.
“Ugh—”
Ig’s palm suddenly tightened, his pupils widened sharply, and his body instinctively arched. However, the glowing magic runes inscribed around him forcefully stripped away his movements, forcing Ig to let out a slight groan from his throat, which was instantly swallowed by intense pain.
Although Verafia had warned him about the possible pain, and Ig had become accustomed to the girl’s various body tempering methods for over half a year, the pain brought by just a momentary contact with “Spirit Breaking Blood” was more than ten times greater than the pain from all the magic potions he had taken before!
—It was not even limited to torture instruments like swords and hot irons, but as if every particle that made up his entire body was completely ground into dust, and then burned to ashes by a heat far more scorching than lava!
Large beads of cold sweat soaked his black hair and flowed down his forehead. The surging energy in the magic potion stretched his skin, and the gushing blood was instantly burned dry, like purple fire burning fiercely, igniting on Ig’s body the next second.
