Chapter 66 Two Girls
As Anderdun had said, in the blazing flame domain, while sending Misaela and Ig out, Verafia took a wisp of flame from her divinity and merged it into Ig’s body in the form of “Immortal Fire.”
Just like the attribute of the Immortal Fire, the Sun Divine Bird’s rebirth from fire, it rekindled his vitality at the moment when Ig’s life was almost extinguished.
And, fearing accidents, Verafia had been following them all along, until now.
Her pupils, ignited by a wisp of golden flame, met Anderdun’s gaze. Suddenly, the girl’s lips curved gently, and a subtle smile appeared on her cheek.
“Then the flame… was originally left for him by me. Now, since Misaela is willing to pay for Ig, there’s nothing worth worrying about anymore. This, is a form of lingering attachment.”
The slender girl’s voice rippled under the faint moonlight. Verafia blinked her eyelashes slightly: “…Moreover, I was never qualified to be jealous of her.”
Anderdun looked at her, shook his head with a smile, and said to the ground, “Your state of mind right now is not as calm as your words suggest… Even I, the King, can feel your unwillingness and bitterness.”
As he spoke, Anderdun couldn’t help but recall that before becoming the “Black-winged Monarch” renowned for his life in the Demon Realm, he had to leave his side for the survival of the tribe, and become the concubine of an elder in a great tribe, a girl with bird bones.
Anderdun also gave a self-deprecating smile, and looked back at the girl who was now his nominal master, the noble and magnificent Goddess of Blazing Flames, but in reality, was as slender and thin as a human girl.
“Unwilling feelings… Yes, after all, who would be willing to give what is theirs to someone else?”
Golden radiance silk hair scattered in the silver moonlight. Verafia lowered her head, and a faint sound came from her lips, “But, my relationship with Ig, and his future, were choices I made to give up myself. This… has nothing to do with Misaela. I should only blame myself.”
Her slender voice was as clear and transparent as crystal. Verafia suddenly raised her cheek slightly, and a smile appeared on her exquisite face:
“Moreover, my purpose in returning to this world is only to take revenge on Lancaster… Ig has a girl who loves him, and that should be what I want to see. I hope that after today, by Misaela’s side, he can forget me.”
Verafia turned and left, no longer looking at the silver-haired princess and Ig in the hazy moonlight. The clear moonlight cast a slender shadow behind her.
She raised her slender white fingertips, and a golden flame burned in the moonlight, then extinguished.
“Anderdun, let’s go. I just hope their actions can be slower… At least, wait until I kill Lancaster and return to Lichen.”
The girl’s slender figure was swallowed by the night. The faint sound of the wind swayed the moon shadows, blowing her voice across the silent earth.
This was her hope. She was unwilling to see this gentle girl and Ig have any conflict because of Lancaster. But as long as she could completely kill Lancaster…
The fine, girlish smile rippled. Then, only silence remained in the vast sky.
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The slightly cool evening breeze gently brushed against Misaela’s flawless delicate body, and her hair, as fine as silver silk.
Feeling the coldness of the wind, Misaela’s delicate body couldn’t help but tremble slightly. Her snow-white, perfectly shaped slender legs instinctively drew together.
As a princess of the royal family, taught by many etiquette teachers in the court, she couldn’t help but feel shy about undressing in the open field, taking off her boots and clothes. Even when she had imagined the sweet night after her wedding, she couldn’t help but blush all over her face.
However, the blush on Misaela’s snow-white skin only lasted for a brief moment. Her slender arms moved away from her gently concealed exquisite chest.
That delicate snow-white, the girl’s exquisite body like an artwork, and the slight blush on her snow-white skin, under the moonlight, appeared sacred and alluring.
“Ig, I know you’re still thinking about that woman, but…”
Misaela gently bit her lip, and her delicate jade feet moved away from the ground covered by her silk dress, reaching Ig’s side.
Her slender jade hands propped up Ig’s body, and then she slowly untied his tattered and blood-stained robes. A divine glow appeared on her tender little hands, fully igniting Ig’s remaining life force.
A pillar of strength rose. Shadows fell on Misaela’s snow-white face. The girl’s heart felt a slight hesitation, but the expression on her small face quickly turned resolute again.
Her fair and tender palm clumsily performed the foreplay. The boy’s breath touched her tender body, like the flawless snow hills of early morning, with drops of dew crystal clear.
Ig still had consciousness, his slightly parted lips trying to make a sound.
“Xiao Mi…”
Ig knew what the girl was about to do.
Although his perception was chaotic, he felt that her soft and tender little hands had moved away, and his lower body was painfully swollen. Suddenly, he seemed to hear the sound of the girl standing up and approaching him, and the moist snow hills were about to be submerged.
A surge of power erupted from somewhere in his body. He raised his right hand, which was barely able to move, and grabbed her slender white wrist.
The girl’s movements suddenly trembled. She let the boy’s struggling action push her down.
“Is this your choice…”
Under Ig, Misaela said faintly. The boy’s hand held her wrist tightly, but it seemed that this action had exhausted the last bit of strength in his body.
But suddenly, in his dark vision, a bright light illuminated, as if burning wantonly from the depths of his blood. In the bright flames, flesh and blood sprouted, and Ig’s declining aura surged again at this moment.
“So, she was prepared long ago… And you, you chose her. Yes, she also likes you, and would certainly not let you die like this…”
“But, what am I in this case… a clown who overestimates himself?”
The voice without spirit came from her lips. Even though her skin was close, and the light of the flames bright, Misaela felt a deep, chilling coldness, as if the distance between Ig and her had never been so far.
The boy she liked, the one he loved, was always Verafia… Was she, at most, his momentary liking, or just a moment’s touch?
Misaela knew that if she forced herself, the current Ig would be unable to stop her actions.
But…
She suddenly gave a tragic smile.
If Ig truly didn’t want it, then what was the meaning of her actions… Even if she forcibly gave him her purity, binding him to her side with morality, responsibility, and guilt, would that be meaningful?
This was the person she liked… Towards the person she loved, Misaela had always believed that she needed to respect him, respect his choice… even if such respect would hurt herself.
Now, do I need to leave…
The reborn flame illuminated the colors of the stars. The girl’s faint sobs fell into the night.
