Chapter 576 Chapter 34 Sirius Gasolan
“Someone important to Azer… is it that cute little lady that Azer likes?”
Holding Ig’s body with her small hands, Verafia’s golden eyes lit up, and her interest immediately grew. She propped herself up, her slender delicate body, tilted her little head, and her eyes blinked on her snowy little face:
“Could it be that she is a gentle and beautiful noble lady in Vinash City?”
“Miss Verafia, you jest.”
It was Azer’s relieved laughter. His crystal clear blue eyes fell on her face, and Azer curved the corners of his mouth, then shook his head:
“Besides, with Miss Verafia here, what lady can be called beautiful and cute?”
“Hehehe.”
Although it was a question to change the subject, hearing himself praised like this, a sense of satisfaction still arose in his heart.
Her white jade fingers lightly fiddled with a strand of hair that had slipped down, a triumphant smile that was quite endearingly proud emerged on the girl’s flawless rosy cheeks, a moving radiance that could make anyone lose themselves.
However, Azer’s gaze did not fall on her, and when he spoke, he felt a sudden hesitation for no reason.
In his hazy memory, an image of a young girl seemed to emerge… a gentle, beautiful girl, holding his hand, softly humming a moving melody…
It was like fragments of memory, possessing a sense of déjà vu… as if he had experienced it before. But Azer was sure that he had never had such an experience, not even in a dream.
His thoughts led nowhere, and he couldn’t help but frown. Azer raised his head again, and the girl opposite him, with golden eyes as bright as a gorgeous firelight, fell back into his sight. He smiled again, shaking his head.
“It’s not as Miss Verafia imagines. Actually, it’s the Count.”
“Count… Hmm, is it the child left behind by the previous Count of Vinash?”
Verafia’s gaze flickered, and she quickly understood that the person mentioned was not the Count of Vinash who died in the frost calamity. So, her golden eyes blinked, and she asked curiously, “Hmm, is that Young Count a cute young lady, and do you like her too, Azer?”
The girl’s cute voice made Azer show a hint of amusement: “No, it’s not like that. The Count is a young master.”
Verafia was stunned for a moment. The blush that had just faded on her fair cheeks spread again… That’s right, this Azer didn’t say his importance was the same as that idiot Ig. Why did she imagine him as a girl for no reason…?
Hmm, such a shameful thing is completely inconsistent with the persona of the smart and wise Miss Verafia!
Suddenly, her face was covered by a familiar large hand, and Verafia looked up in surprise.
A delicate rosy red bloomed on the girl’s pure white snowy cheeks.
“Why is Miss’s face so hot? Are you sick?” Ig said earnestly, but his clumsy acting couldn’t hide the suppressed laughter at the corners of his mouth.
“Hmm!”
A tender cry, almost stained with shyness.
Bastard Ig! How dare you, an attendant, mock a young lady like this? Have I indulged you too much these days? You’re even bullying this young lady… And even so, can’t you act better… This makes me so ashamed!
Raising her moist and warm golden eyes, she glared at him fiercely. Verafia pushed his hands away and lowered her head, placing her small hands on both cheeks, trying to cool her face with the warmth of her palms.
A smile appeared at the corners of Ig’s mouth, and he gently rubbed the head of the shyly lowered young lady with his palm.
On the other side, looking at Ig who was playfully interacting with the girl, Azer, sitting on the ground opposite, had a smile on his face, his eyes reflecting the firelight, filled with reminiscence.
“However, if it were a young master like Ig, he would be the most important person to me. Like Ig, I would give everything for him.”
Azer suddenly murmured softly, his gaze looking into the distance, a gentle smile appearing at the corners of his mouth.
Verafia slightly opened her golden eyes. She was not unfamiliar with the smile on the young man’s face; she had seen it many times on Ig’s face. It was a sincere emotion emanating from the heart.
Although it was impolite, Verafia somehow felt that if that Young Count were a girl, she and the young man in front of her would be a good match.
Although there was no basis for it, this was the intuition of a Goddess Princess.
Just as Verafia’s little head was full of whimsical thoughts, Azer suddenly lowered his head again.
“Sirius Gasolan. That is the Young Master’s name.”
Azer said seriously, “He is the current lord of Vinash City. Miss Verafia, I believe the Young Master can help you.”
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As the conversation and reminiscences faded into the air, the red-haired young man got up to leave. The atmosphere returned to tranquility, with only the sounds of the campfire and the slight breaths of the sentry soldiers.
The night soon passed.
The next day, led by Sir Trist, the chief knight of the punitive army, the warriors who had conquered the frost returned to the city they guarded.
The journey was not long, only three days. Verafia raised her head and gazed into the distance at the city that Azer had introduced to her many times.
Vinash City was a city that had gradually gathered and developed around the Gasolan family’s ancestral castle. Because it was built on the coast, it had the largest port on the entire continent and prosperous maritime and land trade.
Although most merchant ships were docked at the port due to the rare icing of the sea surface, it had not diminished the city’s prosperity.
Verafia showed a rare bit of interest, seemingly wanting to drag Ig to shop in this foreign city.
However, at Azer’s suggestion, Verafia nodded, temporarily suppressing the impulse in her heart, and stood aside, waiting for the Inquisition soldiers to complete their handover at the Inquisition Court. Then, she would follow Azer to the Count’s castle.
Of course, Sir Trist and several officers from the Inquisition also accompanied them, as if there were important matters to report directly to the Count.
The castle maids seemed very familiar with Azer. Led by him, Verafia encountered no obstruction and, along with Ophi and Ig, was invited to the reception hall to rest temporarily.
“Brother Azer told me about Miss Verafia.”
Under the blue-pink hair was a handsome young face, it was Sirius Gasol, the Young Count of Vinash.
To Verafia’s surprise, they did not wait long. It seemed that Sirius had not gone to see Sir Trist first, and it seemed that after seeing Azer, he had come directly to them.
“If Miss Verafia wants to find the Elf’s Secret Realm, perhaps I can help.”
His pale gold eyes appeared clear, and a friendly smile appeared on the young man’s face, his voice gently stating.
