Chapter 513 Burning Flames in the Night Sky (Part 1)
It wasn’t until the girl ran closer and he could see more clearly by the faint light that he realized: it was indeed the girl, as beautiful as the Silver Scroll Moonlight and the White Iris.
However, the girl’s magnificent, pure, and ornate white wedding dress, with its intricate lace, appeared disheveled, lacking many of the expected adornments. Even the gem hair ornaments that should have been under her pure white veil were only half there.
Even Verafia’s exquisite crystal high heels had fallen off along the way. Her silk stockings, which wrapped around her delicate, slender legs, were on the ground, creating a tearing sound and revealing a glimpse of her tender, snow-like Jade Lotus small feet.
As Ig caught the girl’s soft, snow-white shoulder with his outstretched hand, he lowered his gaze and saw the little face she raised with effort. Her snow-white skin had delicate makeup, which was smudged by tears shed from anxiety and helplessness before.
“Xiao Mi, what’s wrong…”
Feeling guilty, Ig spoke in a gentle voice.
“I… I was looking for you in the royal palace, but I couldn’t find you. I was scared, scared that you would leave secretly, all by yourself…”
After Ig’s question, Misaela could no longer control her emotions. Tears poured out from her beautiful sapphire-colored eyes, falling like loose pearls onto her delicate skin.
It was completely understandable.
Misaela was supposed to be in the royal palace, trying out different makeup for her wedding tomorrow. However, the sudden attack on the royal palace had caused this pampered little princess to worry and run off to find him, only to discover that he wasn’t there.
That’s why she had rushed out of the castle in fear and anxiety, wanting to see him.
Feeling guilty, Ig tried to wipe her tears with his fingers. “I’m sorry, Xiao Mi. I just wanted to get some fresh air… And, look, I’m fine, aren’t I?”
“But I was scared…”
Gently biting her lips, Misaela’s voice was choked with tears. Her snow-white little face was covered in shimmering tears in her sapphire eyes.
“And at such a dangerous time, not just the royal palace… everywhere, there are so many rebellious enemies. I even, I even saw your blood, and there was the aura of a vampire there…”
The girl’s hands, covered by silk gloves, suddenly gripped Ig’s wrist with force. Even through the soft satin, he could feel the tenderness and smoothness of her jade fingers.
Ig slightly lowered his eyes.
However, Misaela gathered her courage and forcefully raised her tear-filled, beautiful eyes. “Ig, come back with me…”
Her voice was intermittent. Between her white lace and veil, a few strands of unkempt silver-white hair fell, but she tried to smile.
“If… if you don’t want to be in Lichen, don’t want to stay in the royal palace, don’t want to see Father, we… we can leave together, go to your hometown… we can also go to the Empire, the homeland of the elves…”
She was even willing to abandon her princess identity, which was loved and envied by countless people in this world, the most noble of them all.
Ig’s heart ached. Every word of her nearly pleading voice made his heart tremble.
Such a beautiful, gentle girl was begging here, and also the debt and promises I owe her… I should accept it.
But…
The same contradiction repeated itself more than once.
“Xiao Mi, I…”
He bit his lip hard, as if making a final decision.
But at that moment, a golden flame ignited in the sky, a magnificent brilliant gold, which in a moment dyed half the sky into a divine realm of flames.
The soft, yet radiant, flame light fell on his face, and Ig’s deep blue eyes widened.
—
With light steps, she landed, her movements making a crisp sound in the silent world. Although knights were galloping and magic exploded with flashes, not a single person appeared before her.
Her pure white skirt corner billowed and fluttered. Verafia calmly raised her golden eyes and uttered a sound as if talking to herself.
“We’ve arrived.”
Before her lay the supreme royal castle of Peka. The holy sword in her arms lightly vibrated, as if she were about to enter Lancaster’s domain.
“Lancaster…”
A light, delicate voice flowed from her lips.
Her long, dense eyelashes lifted slightly. At the end of her vision, a tall and handsome youth with flowing blue and gold hair sat alone amidst endless light. Approaching her was the vast brilliance and the kingly aura that had guarded the world for a hundred years!
This was the magnificent spirit accumulated from Lancaster’s noble reputation and infinite confidence, which had guarded the continent for decades!
“As expected, you are completely different now from back then.”
Her voice was faint, like jade beads falling on a disk, slender and crystalline. Verafia raised her eyes and looked at the man, who was now king but looked no different from when he was a paladin.
She had returned to this world, and her purpose was Lancaster. However, despite spending nearly half a year in the royal city, she had not seen this renowned old friend. Today was the first time she was facing him.
Her state of mind was as calm as still water. It was not the anger and hatred, which had once torn apart her trust and almost occupied her entire soul, but rather a detached indifference.
However, in this calm state, she had the leisure to recall the past… in that spring-like past, before her stood a tall and majestic youth, who was once her close friend and most trusted companion.
During Verafia’s youth, her happiest times were when she and her friend came to Peka’s royal city, Lichen, this city of “White Iris.”
A watery ripple passed through her star-dusted, scorching gold beautiful eyes, and Verafia slightly lowered her cheek.
Before her, the pure white irises were in bloom. The unfolding buds stretched into soft white petals, swaying back and forth in the night wind. In the darkness, they resembled the soft white moonlight of twinkling stars.
Her slender, jade fingers touched an iris petal. The tender, soft touch made her eyelashes involuntarily flutter, as she recalled past events.
But—
She gently pressed her fingertips, and magnificent golden flames ignited on the white petals. Touches of brilliant gold divine flames ignited on the dancing irises, swirling and soaring in the air. Behind the young girl, it was like a magnificent flame curtain, swaying in the wind.
The luxurious golden firelight illuminated the entire sky, its dazzling brilliance reflecting her form. Her flowing silk white dress was tinged with firelight, and the embroidered lace was dyed with a golden glow. The crystalline divine power solidified, like countless glittering, embedded gems.
Her crystal high heels lightly stepped on the ground. The pure white surface of her over-the-knee stockings, wrapped around her delicate jade legs, seemed to be inlaid with brilliant gold threads in the firelight. She raised her head, and her luxurious, sun-bright golden hair cascaded down like a waterfall.
Everything noble and brilliant set off her flawless, slender body, like a noble goddess descending to the mortal world, sacred and inviolable!
Her golden eyes, far more brilliant than any gem, gazed forward. In their indifferent colors, there was not a trace of emotional fluctuation.
“But… Lancaster, let everything end now!”
