In the domain of flames, day and night could not be distinguished. After Verafia waved away the swirling flames and left Aizeliasia, Misaela realized that it had long since turned into deep night.
The cold moonlight, scattered by the sound of the wind on this romantic night, touched Misaela’s silver hair that was as fine as silk.
From Aizeliasia on the border to the capital of Bluerland Castle was hundreds of kilometers away.
Since being moved out of the secret realm by Verafia, Misaela had frantically torn off several healing scrolls to treat Ig, and had been heading towards Vist City with him.
At this time, Misaela dared not use any magic, fearing that even a wisp of magical fluctuation would completely extinguish Ig’s life force, which was already in tatters. With her slender, delicate body carrying the young man’s body, she walked laboriously in the field.
The impure blood flowed from the young man’s chest, soaking Misaela’s silk dress and sticking to her skin. The heavy weight pressed down on the delicate princess’s slender body. Misaela, ignoring the dirt on her delicate face from the blood, propped herself up with long eyelashes, her blue crystal eyes staring intently ahead.
“Mmm… Ig, hold on…”
The skin of the girl’s slender neck was touched by Ig’s faint breath. The young man was still conscious, but his life force was continuously weakening.
“Mmm.”
Misaela stumbled, almost falling to the ground. The moonlight fell on her reflection. The silver-haired princess bit her white teeth tightly. On her tender little face, in the moonlight, a beautiful but strained smile appeared.
“Ig, believe me, I will take you back… Look, it’s not far ahead, there’s a small town. When I came, I saw a church inside…”
“I heard that a very famous Saint Light priest, after resigning as bishop, lives there in seclusion. When we find him, we can definitely stabilize your injuries. Later, when we return to Lichen, we’ll find Lord Richelieu, find Father King… If all else fails, we can go to the Holy City to find the Pope…”
Her voice seemed encouraging, but even Misaela’s own voice grew weaker, clearly she herself was not convinced.
Even if that renowned Saint Light priest really existed in the church, how much stronger would his divine healing arts be than Saint-level healing scrolls for Ig’s injuries corroded by immortal blazing flames?
Moreover, Ig’s situation was not just about injuries… His life force was continuously weakening, the reason being that after burning away the blazing flame blood in his body, he had no strength left to sustain his life and was falling into the gate of death again!
As if hearing her voice, Ig weakly lifted his head with his remaining strength, and his lips uttered a faint sound: “Xiao Mi, you don’t need to worry about me. Wei, Veer, she…”
Hearing that name again, Misaela’s long eyelashes fell, covering her eyes.
“Ig, even though she treated you like that, why are you still thinking of her…”
A slender voice emerged. She wanted to smile, but suddenly, the torn silk wrapped around her delicate ankle at the exquisite boot opening twisted heavily.
The girl couldn’t help but let out a muffled cry of pain. Her delicate body, out of control, sent her and the boy behind her heavily to the ground, rolling over.
Silver radiance spread across the ground.
Silver-white beautiful hair fell before her eyes. Misaela covered her bruised arm, biting her lips tightly with her teeth, but not caring about herself at all, she staggered to her feet.
“Ig! Woo, are you okay…”
She rushed to Ig’s side. Ig’s life force was almost imperceptible, and even the trace of its passing could not be felt. Misaela’s eyes were filled with anxious tears. Her fair little hand suddenly grasped the boy’s hand.
As the “Body of Saintly Healing,” if she paid a certain price, she could heal any injury…
On her fair hand, as white as the bright moon, a faint white light shimmered. The ignited silver-white runes flickered desperately. The exquisite face of the silver-haired princess rapidly turned pale, and a look of pain appeared on her slender eyebrows.
But Misaela still opened her pupils wide, and her clear blue eyes flickered continuously: “Woo… no, this is not enough at all, even if I stimulate myself to this extent…”
But there was another way. If, through the “Body of Saintly Healing,” Ig’s life could be linked with hers, allowing her to bear the loss of life instead.
The silver-haired princess bit her lip hard.
Originally, Misaela had intended to fully give her purity and everything to this young man after Ig agreed, following a sweet and happy wedding.
But now…
Her white teeth bit her lower lip forcefully. The girl’s jade-like slender hand trembled slightly, but she resolutely untied the silk ribbons of her dress.
That intricate and exquisite long dress gradually shed from the girl’s delicate body and finally slid onto the moonlit ground.
The girl’s tender skin was caressed by the cold moonlight. That tender whiteness was so brilliant it was almost dazzling. A gentle breeze touched her silver hair, and the sensitive touch caused a blush on her snowy cheeks, instinctively making the girl’s slender hand cover herself.
Although young and tender, the girl’s delicate and slender body, with its graceful and delicate curves, revealed a moving beauty.
Beyond the moonlight, Verafia slightly propped up her golden eyes. In the distance, the bashful but resolute actions of the pure maiden, as bright as the moon, fell into her sight.
Verafia watched silently.
Verafia had been following them from the moment Misaela left Aizeliasia with Ig. However, despite Misaela’s outstanding talent, in her current realm, she could not detect Verafia.
“The daughter of Lancaster actually possesses the ‘Body of Saintly Healing’ constitution. It is truly astonishing…”
Anderdun’s voice emerged.
Verafia did not pay attention to the demon king who suddenly spoke. However, she was not unfamiliar with the constitution called “Saintly Healing” that Anderdun mentioned.
One hundred years ago, her companion, the “Saintess” Iliza, possessed such a constitution. She had heard that Iliza had once saved the lives of tens of thousands of people in a city corrupted by death magic with her blood.
That was a power that could almost rival the Goddess of Life… If she did what Misaela was doing, it could indeed save Ig’s continuously flowing life.
“Hey, but I didn’t expect this human little princess to be so devoted to this young man. You didn’t even get this kind of treatment back then.”
Anderdun’s voice sounded: “However, Goddess Princess, what about the ‘Immortal Fire’ that you left in the boy’s body with your own divine spark origin in the end?”
Verafia’s scorching golden pupils suddenly lifted, igniting a bright light, and she looked directly at the ancient demon that had transformed into black wings.
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I was busy all day today and almost missed the deadline… I’ll write two thousand words for now, and the remaining plot will be added in the next chapter (but the specific content is revealed in the title).
To avoid being criticized, I’ll state in advance that the male protagonist will not break her, he will refuse.
(Of course, if I have time to write adult content, then I can do whatever I want…)
