Chapter 467
Gazing into the black-haired youth’s eyes, as clear and blue as a deep mountain lake, Verafia pressed her thin red lips together, falling into hesitation.
Just like her conversation with Oran back then, Verafia had chosen Ig, merely seeing him as a pawn on her path of revenge. Even if she harbored no ill will in her heart, if it came down to abandoning Ig, Verafia wouldn’t hesitate.
And now?
No matter how much she tried to deceive herself, she couldn’t deny that she didn’t mind the days spent by Ig’s side over the past six months—whether it was his gentle flattery after her tsundere moments and tantrums, or the thoughtfulness and care she had never even felt in her past life.
Just like a young girl accustomed to a comfortable life in love. She had even begun to get used to the identity of a girl in love.
Her slender, jade-like fingertips clutched tightly in her youthful palm, a slight pain piercing her consciousness.
—But, to have Ig obtain the Sacred Sword for her?
Suddenly, the young man’s palm enveloped her small hand, imparting a heat seemingly hotter than flames, causing her slender wrists to tremble slightly.
“What are you thinking about, Young Lady?”
Looking at the girl’s exquisite face, which showed a hint of surprise, Ig couldn’t help but smile and ask.
Though he couldn’t pinpoint the reason, Ig felt that ever since Miss Phoenix saw the Sacred Sword brought by the Cardinal, she had become somewhat strange.
“Ah, um… I’m not thinking about anything, just… wondering what you’d look like holding this sword.”
Verafia stammered. Suddenly, her slender jade hand grasped the young man’s sleeve, her raised scorching gold eyes veiled with excitement. “How about it, Ig, why don’t you try to pull out the Sacred Sword?”
“Eh… Sister Vera’s right. If Brother Ig can pull out the Sacred Sword, that scene would definitely be amazing!”
Siya’s eyes lit up. Her lotus-like slender feet, clad in exquisite sandals, ran to Ig’s front, offering support.
Looked at by the expectant gazes of the two girls, Ig was somewhat flattered and touched his nose. “But this is a legendary Sacred Sword, how could I possibly have the ability to possess it?”
“Hmph, it’s just a sword, what’s the big deal. Besides, from what I know, the first person to wield the Sacred Sword was your senior, Lethel!”
Raising her jade face, Verafia let out a soft哼, her small hand clenching into a pure white little fist, encouraging Ig.
“Don’t you want to try, Ig, to be like your senior? As this young lady’s attendant, you absolutely can!”
Hearing Lethel’s name, Ig’s spirits also lifted. He reached out and stroked the young girl’s head beneath her soft, delicate hair.
“Since Young Lady insists, then, I’ll give it a try?”
“Hey, you… As an attendant, don’t touch Young Lady so casually!”
Seemingly shy and annoyed, the girl’s voice, however, felt rather cute and charming, making Ig’s mood much lighter.
Ig apologized to Verafia. Then, he casually ruffled her soft, golden, satin-like hair. Under her protesting gaze, with a relaxed smile on his face, he followed the crowd towards the platform where the Sacred Sword was placed.
However, Ig didn’t notice that beneath Verafia’s gorgeous, golden-flame-like colors, her bright gold eyes revealed a conflicted expression.
“It’s just to have Ig pull out the Sacred Sword. If, as Anderdun said, Lancaster knows he’s my successor, yet they haven’t acted. If it were truly disadvantageous to Ig, why would King Lancaster need to set up a scheme with the Sacred Sword?”
However, Verafia knew these were merely reasons to persuade herself. With Lancaster’s cunning, how could he waste effort on the Sacred Sword for no reason?
Having Ig pull out the Sacred Sword was undoubtedly a gamble, perhaps even within Lancaster’s calculations. But to seek revenge against Lancaster, what she must do is seize his Sacred Sword…
Verafia slightly raised her golden eyes, looking at the figure of the black-haired youth. Her heart felt increasingly troubled beneath her slender chest.
“These kinds of problems… I’ve known them in my heart for a long time. It’s just that, these past few days with Ig, I chose to evade them. Heh, this choice…”
She suddenly shook her head and let out a self-deprecating laugh.
Undoubtedly, as a young girl now, she cared about Ig in her heart… even his name held a special kind of emotion and place.
“But, I still chose to use him… What kind of betrayal is this?”
—
The square was still crowded, but with the challengers of the Sacred Sword having undoubtedly failed, and some suffering backlash like the first red-haired swordsman, many people’s desire to challenge began to cool down.
Therefore, there were only little over a dozen people ahead of Ig.
“Boom!”
Upon the pure white, immaculate, radiant sword blade, a dazzling, brilliant light erupted once more. Amidst screams, an adventurer who came to challenge was blasted away, slamming against the high white stone wall.
“Honestly, even though Bishop Lord said not to touch the Sacred Sword with your own power, why don’t these guys listen… With such a disposition, how can they possibly be the Heroes who can wield the Sacred Sword?”
Following behind the high-ranking divine official, a blue-haired girl in an apprentice divine official uniform waved her staff, casting healing divine arts, and pouted dissatisfaction.
At first, when Bishop George told her that her mission was to participate in the selection of Heroes, the divine official girl was undoubtedly extremely excited. But having arrived here, she realized it was completely different from what she had imagined.
Now, there were still nearly two months until the centennial anniversary of the victory. With the suicidal actions of these adventurers, she probably wouldn’t last until then…
While the divine official girl was complaining in her heart, another figure walked up beside her. This figure was just a young man.
Not an exceptionally handsome face, nor luxurious attire.
The young man’s appearance could only be described as refined, but beneath his brows, a pair of clear, azure eyes were as pure and dust-free as stars. His clear and bright expression was very likable.
The divine official girl held her staff. “Ah, sir, are you here to try the Sacred Sword?”
Ig paused slightly, his azure eyes looking at her. “Yes. I want to try.”
The black-haired youth’s age was a bit younger than the divine official girl had imagined.
Furthermore, his gaze was not like those she had seen before, whether persistent or not, all filled with a craving for fame and fortune, or yearning for the Sacred Sword. His was merely a gentle calmness.
