Chapter 470, Chapter 31: The Royal Palace
“This…”
The Knight Commander’s voice made Miss Verafia suddenly lift her head. Then, she clasped her hands tightly in front of her chest, and with extreme defiance, tilted her small face up and shouted:
“This young lady doesn’t care! Ig is my attendant, and this young lady just doesn’t want him to go!”
Behind Ig, Siya propped up her ruby-like big eyes and lightly grasped Andes’ sleeve with her delicate jade fingertips, quietly asking:
“Sister Vera, she seems very resistant to Brother Ig going to the Royal Palace… Does she have some conflict with King Sacred Sword, Peka?”
Andes’ slightly raised cheek showed a faint smile, his pupils gazing at Verafia, who was in front of Ig, but he didn’t make a sound.
Rodrigo frowned deeply and was about to speak. Suddenly, the girl’s slender wrist, like smooth new snow, was gently held by the young man’s palm.
“Eh?”
Ig’s smiling face was reflected in Verafia’s golden eyes as she turned: “Young Lady, it’s just going to the Royal Palace, nothing will happen.”
“But…”
The girl’s voice was interrupted by the heat in the young man’s palm, which was like a burning flame. She felt her slender tender hand being held in Ig’s palm, and her delicate heart couldn’t help but tremble slightly. She looked up and saw the young man’s clear, lake-blue, translucent eyes:
“Vera, don’t you want to see me wield the Sacred Sword… Without His Majesty the King’s permission, this is impossible. Moreover, regarding matters like Princess Misaela, perhaps this is a good opportunity to ask His Majesty the King.”
Ig’s words caused Knight Commander Rodrigo to nod slightly, showing appreciation.
Verafia bit her lip slightly and suddenly said, “If Ig, you have to go, this young lady will accompany you!”
Even though she knew that appearing in Lancaster’s sight at this moment was undoubtedly very dangerous, she couldn’t help but say this.
Rodrigo said, “Miss Verafia, His Majesty the King has only summoned Ig alone.”
Upon hearing this, Verafia’s expression instantly became annoyed. She raised her face and was about to retort when suddenly, a clear, beautiful female voice cut through the ambient noise and reached everyone’s ears.
“Rodrigo, you know… Miss Verafia is the legendary Bl, and with her identity, I’m sure His Majesty will also be interested.”
The hem of the Court Archmage’s floor-length robe gently swayed in the air. Vicena, with her light and delicate footsteps, approached the altar of the Sacred Sword. Behind the young mage, Bishop Richelieu and Bishop George simultaneously nodded in return to the Head Court Guard.
“This…”
The white-armored Knight Commander looked embarrassed. Rodrigo knew very well that the mage, who appeared to be just a young girl, was not only the chief Court Archmage but also a former comrade of the King, almost the closest person in the entire court.
Vicena looked at Rodrigo’s hesitant expression: “Miss Verafia once helped me. If… you are worried about the safety of the Royal Palace, I can guarantee her with my own identity.”
The clear voice of the young mage echoed in the air. With her status, speaking to this extent, Rodrigo found himself unable to refuse…
Ig gently pulled the girl’s delicate hand and smiled softly on his face:
“Vera, don’t make it difficult for Lord Rodrigo anymore. It’s just being summoned by His Majesty the King, and as a candidate hero, what danger could there be?”
“But…”
Verafia raised her head but was pulled by Ig towards Vicena without his explanation.
Looking at Ig’s retreating back, the girl pouted her pretty lips, wanting to throw a tantrum and pull her slender hand out of his palm.
However, touching the young man’s warm body, her body and mind seemed to resist her will, allowing her to be led by him to Vicena’s side.
“Senior Vicena, might I trouble you to look after the Young Lady for me for a while?”
Vicena slightly raised her eyes and glanced at Andes and Siya behind the young man. Her gaze then fell on the exquisite little face of the girl being led to her side by Ig’s hand. A slight smile appeared on her delicate face:
“It just so happens that Miss Verafia and I haven’t seen each other for a long time. Ig, you leave your friends to me.”
—
With Vicena’s affirmative reply, Ig was relieved and reached out to rub Verafia’s little head.
However, such an action was naturally met with a fierce glare from the rather displeased Young Lady Verafia, who then turned her face away and sulked.
“Your Excellency Ig, please follow me.”
After being inspected by the Royal Palace guards, the white-armored Knight Commander instructed Ig behind him and then led Ig into the Royal Palace.
His footsteps touched the soft, luxurious, and expensive carpet. Just a small section of it was enough to cover the income of a town for an entire year.
Ig raised his sight, and as far as his gaze could reach, amidst the gold bricks and jade tiles, everything was adorned with expensive and exquisite artworks.
Ig knew that he was stepping into the court of the most powerful monarch in the entire Kingdom, or even the entire continent—and presiding over the throne was the Sacred Sword Hero who “saved the world” a hundred years ago.
Just as Ig explained to Verafia, the reason he was willing to accept the King’s summons and come to this court with Rodrigo was precisely to ask this Supreme King a question.
— But, obviously, it wouldn’t be about the so-called “White Iris Princess” Misaela.
Ig touched the hilt of his sword. The pure radiance of the Sacred Sword’s white blade flowed, causing the surrounding guards and passing maids to show reverence. Some people even began to utter words like “Hero.”
However, what Ig’s will touched was not this revered sword, which was considered sacred and immaculate in the eyes of the world, but an ancient long sword that still looked somewhat worn out even after numerous refinements and transformations.
— End · Tegasol, formerly Lothel’s sword.
“Although, the Young Lady is unwilling to say it, the King, Lancaster, clearly has an unfathomable connection to Master Lothel’s past, even…”
Ig thought to himself. He was Lothel’s successor, and if the answer to the question was indeed as he imagined, then the consequences would obviously be self-evident.
This was precisely why Ig refused Verafia’s suggestion to accompany him.
Suddenly, the Commander of the Guards walking in front of him stopped and said, “Ig, His Majesty the King’s audience hall is right here.”
Ig looked up. As the guards slowly opened the gates of the Royal Palace, a slightly brighter light pierced his eyes. After his vision cleared slightly, the first scene that entered his pupils was even more dazzling than the pure light before.
The King of the Sacred Sword sat high on his throne, and just like his title, he brought to everyone’s eyes the radiance that burned through the endless night and illuminated the world.
