Chapter 486 Chapter 47 A Touch of Warmth
A stone fell to the side of the street, and suddenly a frivolous young voice sounded:
“Oh, whose young lady is this, with such a fiery temper?”
Verafia slightly raised her gaze, and what appeared in her sight was a tall noble youth, holding a gilded harp, dressed as a bard.
When the noble youth saw the girl’s face, his eyes lit up, and his fingers strummed the strings:
“Ah… such a beautiful maiden, yet her face is marred by such terrible emotions. Is it because her beloved has been taken away? But my embrace is always your gentle harbor. If…”
The flames that suddenly ignited on the harp illuminated the face of the poet youth, and even the seductive music was replaced by a series of terrified screams.
Verafia merely gave a cold glance, and the expression on her little face became even worse. She tried hard to suppress the emotions in her heart, not turning this frivolous and stupid youth, who deliberately provoked her, into a carbonized human.
“But, what this person said…”
After walking a long distance, Verafia’s mind was still filled with those words.
A petal-like, soft touch, amidst the gentle and delicate sound of the wind, lightly touched her fingertips.
Verafia then slightly raised her golden eyes. Streaks of golden sunlight, like silk, soft and pure as snow rose petals, adorned with delicate gold, gently paved the ground beside her, like a soft and beautiful white carpet.
“It’s not irises, but white roses…”
She whispered softly by her lips.
She thought of many things again, not only Misaela next to Igater, who was like the moon, pure white, but also, a hundred years ago, the beautiful girl of the pure white rose in her memory.
“But, for myself…”
Her smooth, jade-like, flawless slender hand was gently extended to her silk long dress, touching her chest beneath the soft fabric.
Beneath her soft chest, her tiny heartbeat touched her fair palm.
Gentle, but powerful, just like a pure maiden…
“Heh, the hero who was once so determined to fight the entire demon realm by himself would even deceive himself to this extent?”
A mocking voice echoed in her mind.
“Self-deception… are you saying that I’m unwilling to accept my own feelings?”
Her face, as white as snow, was gently tilted to touch the thin sunlight. Her long lashes flickered between her golden eyes, but Verafia had no intention of arguing with the other party, and simply said:
“Perhaps… maybe, just as you said, I’m more like an ordinary girl now, feeling upset in my heart when I see other women around Igater.”
“As expected of the hero back then, a clear self-awareness.”
Dark demonic flames burned, like the black bone wings that obscured the sky after the wings of death unfurled: “So, with these emotions now… do you regret it?”
“Regret… I suppose, that’s how I feel now.”
She gently shook her head. Her golden hair, as luxurious as silk, was even more radiant and brilliant under the sun’s glow. Verafia raised her clear and flawless golden eyes:
“However, this is what I want. I don’t need to force Igater to only accept me… Moreover, just as I said to you back then, love is just to complete my experience as a girl.”
“Unlike Filir, I never fell for him from the beginning.”
Her words were very certain, but as they left her lips, they brought her a trace of heartache. Yet, it was also like self-mockery. The maiden blinked her slender eyelashes before her eyes.
“That human princess… However, your current expression doesn’t seem to match what you said. Is this human emotion?”
A golden flame ignited on her slender fingertips. The silent stillness seemed to indicate her answer. Verafia slowly raised her long eyelashes, and suddenly shook her head slightly:
“Human emotions… Perhaps. Even though I know very clearly what I need to do, the emotions that arise are indeed, indeed, that I don’t want to share with others…”
“Just like I would never have allowed Fia to be taken by another man in the past. But…”
Her faint voice stopped. Not wanting to share with others, was it because in her heart, she had also begun to feel Igater was important, and didn’t want to be separated from him?
Like how a little bit of familiarity accumulated into habit, and then slowly transformed into dependence?
However, Verafia also knew clearly that the reason she agreed back then, apart from a vague feeling she had towards the youth in her heart, was more about experiencing “love” as a girl, as she herself said, to complete herself.
Even if there was emotional attachment and reluctance, from an absolute rational perspective, it could be cut off, and that was exactly what she was preparing to do… this was the most direct and effective way to achieve the state of mind of a deity.
“Being attached to Igater is just an emotion of a girl.”
Her murmuring voice came from her shallow lips. However, even though her heart was clear, Verafia still could not stop that feeling of discomfort and irritation.
Her spirit fluctuated constantly. She suddenly shook her head forcefully.
Anderdun’s voice came: “Verafia, I can guess what you are going to do.”
“It’s just making myself uncomfortable. Why stop Igater from having feelings with other girls?”
Verafia raised her face. Between her long, dense eyelashes, pure sunlight was sprinkled on her fair cheeks, casting slender shadows. Her touch fell upon her enlightened smile.
“Moreover, in the first place, it was I who was prepared to abandon him… If I truly cared about him and thought for his sake, if he could have Misaela, Ophi, and Flarn by his side… When I become Herafir, at least someone will be by Igater’s side.”
Her slender voice touched her heart. Verafia originally thought she would shed crystal-clear tears, but even though her heart felt unbearable pain, her golden eyes, adorned with golden flames, were always clear, bright, and flawless.
Like a deity high in the clouds, untouched by the slightest dust, absolutely rational.
The white roses melted in the wind. Verafia’s skirt corner swayed slightly, and her slightly raised fair face suddenly broke into a gentle smile. Her exquisite beauty made all the light and scenery around her fade away.
What’s more, this was merely a false love.
She told herself. You are merely faking the state of mind of a girl, faking the emotions of a young girl. You don’t like him at all… Why are you still selfishly binding him to your side?
A trace of heartache.
She was smiling, yet a drop of warm tear wetted her eyelashes, falling onto her slender white fingers. Her slender, fair jade fingers slightly contracted, holding that warmth in her palm.
That’s right.
Verafia raised her head again. A golden flame lit up the white petals in the gentle wind, decorating her turning back.
“Heh, even a legendary hero, a noble goddess…”
Anderdun’s voice gradually faded, mixed with a hint of sarcasm, hidden within the thick clouds.
