Wanting to become the moon… It’s possible. If she didn’t care about that brilliant, dazzling radiance, if she didn’t have to bear the responsibility of a Goddess, then like the moon, quietly, softly, peacefully, she could accompany the one she loves.
Verafia suddenly thought again of the little princess of the Peka Kingdom, that girl as gentle and beautiful as the moon. A hint of envy arose in her heart.
Just like Misella, towards this guy, she had tolerance, sacrifice, and gave her all, but what she possessed was the purest love.
Unlike herself, who bore the hatred she carried with contradictions and lies.
Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and Verafia’s slender fingers tightened a bit on his hand. Suddenly, she felt the young man’s palm envelop her small hand.
With a slight, delicate smile, Verafia tilted her head up, her magnificent gold eyes adorned with a faint shimmer of divine light, appearing sacred and luxurious. However, the gentleness remained as delicate as water.
She blinked her gold eyes and said, “I’m just borrowing End for a bit… Ig, you wouldn’t expect me to say that this sword used to belong to this young lady, would you?”
Ig touched the blade of End with his left hand. End was where he and Verafia first met. It was precisely because of the bond with this sword that he could accompany her as her attendant.
Ig knew, of course, that this sword was once the personal sword of Miss Lothel. However, since Lichen, the girl had always resisted mentioning her past as Lothel.
Even if he occasionally teased her indirectly, the young girl would often blush adorably, then glare at him with her big eyes, deliberately not answering.
Yes, this was Verafia, wanting to be a pure girl who belonged to him… that’s why even in jest, she would get shy when past events were mentioned.
But now, his young lady was gazing at him serenely, her voice clear and soft as she spoke the words she had once been shy to utter.
This meant her release.
Witnessing the girl’s moving smile, Ig felt as if his heart were being wrung dry. He picked up End.
Her fair, delicate fingers touched the long sword in the young man’s hand. Her fingertips trembled slightly, and a smile bloomed on her jade-like face.
“End, although it belongs to the past of Tegasol… like this young lady, it has changed a lot.”
Once her personal sword, it had been eroded by time and reforged by her flame. In Ig’s hands, it had also experienced the abyss and the imprint of the Sacred Sword, and had been infused with the dragon blood of frost and the power of the heart of darkness.
The current End was forged by the wood elf girl, Ain, after it was shattered by Lichen’s night.
If she hadn’t personally witnessed its transformation, Verafia would have found it hard to believe it was once her sword. Just like herself…
A hint of reluctance appeared in the girl’s golden eyes. She placed the long sword in her fair, small hands, and a smile curved on her delicate face.
“Miss Ain, for so many days, helping us reforge End like this, even giving it a hint of spirit… In truth, I should thank her.”
“Miss Ain must really want to see Veer.”
Verafia gently shook her head. She could hear the suppressed grief in Ig’s voice.
She suddenly remembered, in the wood elf girl’s forge, how she had witnessed End and, with a blushing face, had indulged in wild thoughts in her mind.
The thought of End, her “sister,” being forcefully given to Ig by her, and her, as the “sister,” giving it away for free with a vision of sisterly camaraderie with some young man.
Such a messy, yet romantic and dreamlike scene, full of bashfulness and anticipation… Now, it reappeared in Verafia’s mind, making her smile slightly.
“But, End is indeed, also this young lady’s sister…”
Verafia gripped the hilt of End. In the quiet world, sparks of golden light appeared, as if reflected in her brilliant gold eyes, like shimmering flames, flowing in a tranquil river of gold, surging into the blade of End.
The flowing flame was like pure gold, filled with her nobility and extravagance, as if any trace of brilliant crimson fire lotus within it had been completely removed.
This was merely Verafia’s flame divine power, and fragments of the law and authority!
Ig suddenly looked up.
The girl’s jade face, reflecting the flame’s brilliance, still held a faint smile. The long sword held in her slender little hand was shrouded in brilliant light, with luxurious golden light inlaid on the surface of the blade, as if it were the only remaining color under the entire night sky.
But what made his heart surge even more was, beneath the girl’s flame, he felt a trace of a spirit.
A Goddess Princess’s power, even sacrificing her divine power and laws to forge a sword, what kind of weapon would that ultimately be?
“I merely integrated my laws into End’s core and used my divine power to re-transform the metal of this sword… Hmm, and coincidentally, accelerated her spirit’s maturity.”
Verafia smiled at him and said softly.
Although the girl said so, Ig could feel that Verafia had lost more power than when she, as the Flame Goddess, battled with the Frost God.
He took End from Verafia. Ig gripped it tightly. Washed by the girl’s divine power, the long sword hadn’t changed much, only as if it had been coated with a faint golden light.
However, it contained the flow of divine power and the shimmer of divine splendor. Refined by Verafia’s laws, the blade, originally cast from her flame crystals, was elevated to a level comparable to legendary divine weapons.
Even if it was still immature… the feeling it gave Ig was no less than the legendary “King’s Sword” of the Peka Kingdom, and it was entirely possible that one day, it could rival sacred relics like the Empire’s Sword and the Staff of Light.
“But…”
Ig gripped the hilt of End. A soft hum came from the blade, and he almost felt as if he heard the girl’s faint breath and gentle heartbeat.
It was as if he were touching the girl’s delicate skin… possessing a warmth similar to Verafia’s.
“I already said, End is this young lady’s sister.”
Sitting in the young man’s embrace, Verafia gently swung her little feet, turned her beautiful eyes, and smiled charmingly. She took the young man’s hand, her delicate eyelashes slightly obscuring her pupils.
Originally, End only had a faint trace of spirituality. Perhaps, by chance, it might grow into a true spirit… Just now, Verafia had touched this trace of spirit with her consciousness and laws, accelerating its maturity.
However, being her sister… End would resemble her greatly in the future, wouldn’t she?
Verafia thought with some longing.
Perhaps, in appearance, and in personality… she would be another, even purer version of herself.
“Before, I promised Little Fei that I would always accompany you all… Ig, please, treat her as Veer, treat her as the moon that can accompany you.”
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Actually, when I first started writing about End’s sword spirit, I had a sudden thought: could Veer be reborn as the sword spirit?
But then I thought, how could a young lady be the sword spirit of an attendant? (So, I decided to write as originally planned.)
PS: This plot point is finally coming to an end.
