Chapter 498 Chapter 58 A Distant Request
As if hearing his voice, the young girl turned around gently. Her face, far surpassing all the artworks in the human world, looked even more exquisite under the gentle glow of the blood moon.
In her flawless cheeks, a pair of beautiful golden eyes were inlaid like flawless twin moons. Compared to the usual gorgeous and bright scorching gold, they looked tranquil and beautiful.
“Ig, you’ve come.”
Her cherry lips moved slightly, and the slender, pleasant girl’s voice, like a finely carved jade instrument, played elegantly and melodiously in the air.
It was not as crisp and lively as before, and even a trace of emotion was no longer apparent… without any ups and downs or fluctuations, it seemed cold and unfamiliar.
Like the distance between them.
Ig suppressed the urge to rush forward. He slowly lowered his head, a deep bitterness rising to his lips. At this moment, he would rather be reprimanded and scolded by the girl.
“Young Lady… are you waiting for me here?”
He didn’t know what tone he used to ask this question.
Ig’s gaze slowly shifted, then fell upon Flarn, who was pursing her lips and looking up at him under the blood moon, and the two old blood race elders beside the blood race girl, who had a deep aura but were vigilantly watching him.
“And Flarn… and them, did you bring them from the North Wind Graveyard, Young Lady?”
“The North Wind Graveyard was once the royal court of the Blood Race. Even though the history of the Blood Race was destroyed by humans a hundred years ago, as you can see, under the royal court, there are always buried relics of Grand Dukes that are enough for the Blood Race to be reborn.”
Verafia shook her head slightly, her melodious voice like a graceful tune: “Ig, I’m just borrowing this place.”
Ig’s gaze fell upon the scarlet blood moon, which was casting blood-red light. Just from the reaction of the Sacred Sword, this object… was indeed a treasure enough to change the current situation of the Blood Race.
Hearing the girl’s voice, a hint of urgency appeared in the eyes of the two old blood race elders. And the girl suddenly raised her golden eyes and fell upon Ig’s face.
“As for what you encountered… they are unbearable blood race. You have seen their anger, and even this does not require anyone’s planning…”
“You felt it, didn’t you? They carry the blood of Oran. Flarn is the princess of this royal court and will be their true ancestor.”
Ig fell silent.
The girl’s meaning was that the ancestors of those blood kin were also once humans. To fight against the demon race, they followed Grand Duke Oran and transformed into the current blood race.
And her expressed intention was undoubtedly that she stood on the side of the Blood Race.
“But, Young Lady, the blood race I saw were all young blood kin, not like these two elders…”
“Humans! You arbitrarily oppress our people: you have seen their anger, and in the eyes of these children, our existence is even more hateful than yours!”
The stern shout of the old blood race elder rang out, his dry eye sockets widening: “These children, they are brave, but too naive. They actually want to use your king’s daughter to exchange for the freedom they long for, even if it means fleeing to the northern wilderness!”
The blood race in the North Wind Graveyard were slaves, like the two old blood race elders beside Flarn. They were managed by human lords and mage corps, and managed the blood kin tribes for them… In the eyes of the young blood race, these old men who flattered humans were the most hateful traitors.
As a result, they secretly formed their own power, suppressing their anger until now. Finally, upon learning that the princess of the kingdom was coming to the North Wind Graveyard for training, they made a desperate gamble.
Ig gripped the hilt of the Sacred Sword, its blade shimmering with immaculate white light.
He then thought of another problem: why have these older generation blood race members standing beside Flarn endured silently until now? One must know that the rebellion in the North Wind Graveyard, within half a month, would inevitably attract an army!
Unless someone could lead them out of this cage… was this person the Young Lady?
“Ig.”
The girl’s clear and pleasant voice sounded. Ig raised his face, his pair of golden moon-like brilliant eyes, with slender eyelashes spread open, and the girl’s tranquil gaze still fell upon his face:
“As for the other question… indeed, I am waiting for you here.”
Still without any ripple. Her cold voice seemed merely to state an ordinary fact.
The girl’s gaze was clear and bright, but an unbearable emotion filled Ig’s heart, making it difficult for him to breathe. After a moment, Ig struggled to raise his head:
“Then, Young Lady, is there something you want to find me for?”
A distant sense of separation that had already formed between him and the girl between his words pierced Ig’s heart with pain. He felt a sourness in his eyes but forced himself not to shed tears.
“Yes.”
Verafia smiled slightly and said, “Ig, I want to ask you for a favor.”
“Sister.”
The silver-haired vampire princess grabbed the girl’s delicate and slender hand, and in her pair of brilliant ruby-like big eyes, a deep concern and reluctance was faintly revealed.
“It will be alright.”
Gently stroking the girl’s silver silken hair, Verafia’s icy, jade-like, flawless cheeks showed a rare, subtle smile.
She tilted her head slightly, her clear gaze looking at the young boy who was lowering his head, as if in a daze: “Ig, can you?”
The words were a request. But they were like strangers, unfamiliar, unwilling to communicate further.
A forced smile appeared on Ig’s raised face: “If it’s for the Young Lady, you just need to tell me what to do.”
A faint, light chuckle appeared. But it was tinged with mockery… it was unclear whether it was directed at the young man before her or at herself.
Verafia blinked her eyelashes slightly, raised her slender white jade hand, and suddenly brilliant golden flames ignited in the air, tearing open a spatial rift in this dark, blood-colored space.
The soft skirt hem was inlaid with streams of luxurious golden light. Verafia did not look back at Ig behind her. Her gently falling footsteps made crisp sounds in the entire silent space, and then she directly walked into the spatial rift.
Ig remained silent. He was conflicted about whether he should leave a message for his companions… but undoubtedly, the girl’s actions were more like those of their enemy.
Moreover, Ig was afraid that if he didn’t follow, he would never have the chance to see the girl again.
He took steps, walking past Flarn. Ig turned his head to look. The silver-haired vampire princess bit her tender lips, but avoided his gaze. A low mood was displayed on her delicate little face.
“Flarn’s sad expression…”
Ig seemed to have some understanding in his heart.
He clenched his fist with a little force, and the expression in his eyes became firm. He moved to follow Verafia’s slender figure within the fiery glow.
