Chapter 502, Chapter 62: Body Burned by Intense Fire
“A bad woman…”
Anderdun’s dark demonic energy surged, and he suddenly let out a low, hoarse laugh. “Brave hero, I never imagined you would still identify as a female in the end.”
“After all, my identity is female now… there’s nothing to deny. Now, I am Verafia, not Lothel from back then… or rather, I’ve long been accustomed to my identity as a young girl, my girlish personality…”
A faint smile flickered across the girl’s flawless face. She turned her head slightly, her delicate eyelashes still wet. Her moist, golden eyes shifted, and her vacant gaze fixed on the door of flame inheritance.
Her soft golden hair fluttered. A faint smile graced the girl’s face. “Once upon a time… I once thought that as a young girl, by his side… I would just be his Young Lady, enjoying his care, tolerance, and concern…”
What about the future?
Verafia thought vaguely… After being a lover, would she be a wife? Would she truly experience everything a woman goes through?
Her heart trembled slightly, filled with a trace of fear and trepidation… Yet, undeniably, there was also a hidden sliver of anticipation…
Her long, slender eyelashes veiled that trace of gold. The girl tilted her cheek and smiled gently, “But none of that matters now.”
Anderdun fell silent. He understood the implication of the girl’s words: she had a way to ensure Igter obtained the Blazing Flame’s divine spark… but she couldn’t guarantee his safety. However, even if Igter returned safely, there was no longer any possibility between them.
She had long severed their connection, and now… it was merely burning the last vestiges of it.
Moreover, in the not-too-distant future, Verafia would directly confront Lancaster, this immortal legend who had suppressed the world for a hundred years—even if she could win, for her, who had already merged with Herafir’s Blazing Flame divine spark, the ultimate revival would still be the God King of Flame from before the ancient times!
“Then, are you planning to—”
“Igter has his own life. I have no right to choose for him.”
The girl tilted her head slightly and said softly, “Igter has other young girls by his side… Misaela, beautiful and strong, that girl who truly loves him and is truly willing to sacrifice for him… These days, she’s unable to accept him because of me.”
“She is more qualified than I to love Igter.”
It was a decisive statement.
Verafia recalled the jealousy that had bloomed within her because of Misaela… Even thinking of destroying such a girl, despite her good intentions, filled Verafia with self-mockery.
Yes, it was clearly because I didn’t cherish him… what right do I have to be jealous, to harm innocent people?
Verafia turned around, her expression gradually becoming solemn.
Anderdun’s form let out a low laugh and disappeared into the air. The flame’s light touched the girl’s exquisitely carved, jade-like face, appearing magnificent and brilliant, yet the young girl merely watched in silence.
The concept of time held no meaning for her. In the world shrouded by flames, only the flow of fiery light rays stirred the corners of the girl’s pure white skirt.
Even though she could not control it…
In Verafia’s eyes, the black-haired, familiar young man stood, supporting his sword in his palm, walking through countless waves of intense flames.
The scorching sun of the Blazing Abyss, ancient Blazing Flame giants, and the illusions of immortal dragons, along with Mansara, the Elf of Flame that existed only in legends, appeared one after another. Each battle was a life-and-death struggle, and even with each victory over an enemy, he suffered the pain of being burned by intense flames.
Even Igter’s flesh and blood were ripped apart in the attacks. He endured, supporting his body, stepping into each flame, his flesh and skin regenerating in the intense flames. He bore the pain that could have torn him apart, moving forward step by step with unwavering resolve.
The highest level of Herafir’s Blazing Flame Temple was on the burning, immortal World Tree, where the Flame God King once wielded the Blazing Flame Magic Sword to incinerate all heavens; and below this, in the legendary domain of the Flame Divine Spark, endless intense flames wove into the magnificent and beautiful Phoenix of Flame!
“Igter is no match for her…”
The moment the black-haired young man stepped into that domain, Verafia had already made her judgment. Her slender hand moved slightly, and in her uncomfortable, pained state of mind, she hesitated immensely.
Almost simultaneously, a clear phoenix cry echoed. Crimson flames surged amidst the brilliant golden flame light, the striking prestige almost covering the entire world!
Igter also realized that his usual methods were absolutely incapable of defeating this noble and magnificent Phoenix of Blazing Flame. He raised his clear blue eyes, and in his “True Sight Eye,” he saw below the Phoenix Fire Wings, the magnificent golden flames like silk in the twilight.
Igter suddenly smiled with a sense of release. He did not draw his weapon but instead allowed the phoenix’s golden flames to descend, burning his body and flesh!
Verafia felt her eyes become moist again.
“You would rather be like this than draw your sword against me… Even though I was using you.”
Although Verafia judged that Igter had no possibility of defeating the phoenix formed by flames, he had much better options… However, the black-haired young man did not unleash any attacks, allowing the intense flames to burn his body as he stepped towards the culmination of the flames.
Even though Igter had been burned alive by Herafir’s Blazing Flame countless times, and after the flame inheritance, possessed extremely high resistance, each incineration consumed a large amount of his life force!
Suddenly, the sound of light, yet incredibly rapid, young girl’s footsteps broke into her world.
“Igter!”
Her voice was melodious but filled with extreme anxiety. Verafia gently raised her face, the moisture in her eyes evaporated. Before her appeared a beautiful girl she was familiar with, with soft, moon-like silver hair.
However, compared to the past, when she was the pampered little princess with exquisite attire, cherished by everyone, Misaela at this moment could even be described as disheveled.
Her silver hair, stuck to her tender skin with dust and sweat, her expensive silk evening gown torn and worn from her journey. Even the exquisite jewelry she wore had had its dazzling gems removed and exchanged for gold coins.
Misaela’s experience could be fully imagined—knowing of Igter’s departure, she had rushed here almost non-stop. Fearing her actions might be hindered by the lords, Misaela even had to hide her identity and exchange her jewelry for travel expenses.
What hardships would a pampered Princess have to endure traveling halfway across the kingdom alone?
Misaela also saw the flawless face of the golden-haired girl amidst the fiery light.
“It’s you… Verafia, it really is you!”
Her voice, unlike the silver-haired princess’s usual delicate and soft tone, which was always considerate of her feelings in phrasing, was now filled with suppressed but difficult-to-contain hostility and attack.
In the silver-haired girl’s eyes, like brilliant blue crystals of stars, an angry flame appeared.
Verafia slightly raised her face and said coolly, “This is my territory. Of course, it’s me.”
