Chapter 195: Wanting to Obtain
“If you are unwilling, then… I can only obliterate you.”
Verafia coldly gazed at Anderdun within the gray fog.
“Obliterate me? Even if you are the Goddess of Flame… I am the Wing of Death under His Majesty the Demon King. Even if you were formerly a God King, obliterating me would still come at a significant price?”
Anderdun laughed in rage, but Verafia merely smiled icily. “I told you… Herafir, she does not oppose me.”
“Also, Anderdun, if you truly did not care about death, you could have chosen complete annihilation the moment Lancaster struck down the Sacred Sword a hundred years ago. Why do you still maintain the position of one of the Four Heavenly Kings?”
“Verafia…”
A voice grinding its teeth came from the gray-black fog. Verafia slightly raised her golden eyes, her expression cold, her face reflecting the brilliant golden glow of flames.
“You were born into the Bone Wing tribe within the Demon Realm. This is not a strong race; it can even be called inferior. Yet, from them, one of you was born to become one of the Four Heavenly Kings…”
“I believe the reason you are unwilling to die, and even delude yourself into taking the Demon King’s position using Ig’s body, is because you find it hard to let go of your race, unwilling to see them fall back into being an inferior race.”
This was Anderdun’s weakness, just as Ig’s existence was hers.
Anderdun sneered, “Even His Majesty the Demon King would not dare to treat us as mere servants.”
“I am not asking for your opinion… I said, if you do not accept, I will erase you. Anderdun, you should know that I, this young lady, am not incapable of doing such a thing.”
“Verafia, you are threatening me!”
“Threatening? No, it’s just a transaction…”
Facing the fury of a Demon God, the young girl’s delicate golden hair was slightly caressed by the wind. She suddenly chuckled.
“This young lady can promise you on behalf of Ig that if possible, he will protect your race… Even if you still have concerns, I can also promise you that this contract will only last for a hundred years.”
Within the dim, deathly nether fog, Anderdun fell silent.
Verafia chuckled softly, not worried about him refusing. Even if these terms were considered harsh, they did not completely extinguish Anderdun’s hope… So, why would Anderdun rather be obliterated than accept?
She was only worried about her young man. As an avatar of a Star God, with her protection, and possessing the Demon King’s bloodline, a hundred years should be enough for him to possess the power to confront Anderdun.
Verafia gently narrowed her pupils, a longing remaining in her heart. She tightened her grip on Ig’s hand even more. As if touched, Ig held her slender little hand tighter. He lowered his face, his lips pressed together, unwilling to let go for a long time.
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It was not beyond expectations. Facing Verafia’s demand, Anderdun finally gritted his teeth and re-signed the contract with Ig.
At the last moment of the golden markings descending, Anderdun roared in unwillingness, his entire body transforming into a wisp of dark mist and re-entering Ig’s body’s death divine spark.
“Veer…”
Ig still held her hand tightly, his mouth bitter. “Veer, you’ve always been helping me, even now… But I can’t do anything for you, Veer.”
“Tsk.”
Verafia’s clear, bell-like laugh rang out. She blinked her golden eyes. “Because, Ig, you are the boy I like…”
She then lightly tilted her butterfly-like head, pouting her lips in feigned indignation.
“Also, this guy, you can’t have the idea of male superiority. We are lovers… lovers who love each other, giving and receiving equally.”
“You can’t say that you, this guy, must give more than this young lady. And clearly, you, this guy, ran to your death foolishly to let this young lady escape back then… Humph Humph, it’s good that this young lady is much stronger than you, otherwise, your trick would have succeeded.”
Verafia proudly tilted her charming lips. Ig was speechless. He lowered his face, only able to tightly hold the young girl’s smooth and tender little hand.
“However, I’m a bit tired…”
Verafia suddenly murmured softly, resting her little head on the young man’s shoulder, her petite and delicate body slipping into his embrace, as if still lingering for the warmth of his embrace.
Even though she was Goddess Princess, bestowing the origin of ice upon Ophi, reshaping the End with divine power and laws, and even placing shackles on immortal beings like Anderdun, the consumption caused even exceeded that of an actual divine war.
Ig held her little hand, trying to force a smile. “Veer, why don’t you rest for a while?”
“No, I haven’t spent enough time with you yet…”
She realized her power was becoming more brilliant, but also more tiring. If she truly closed her eyes, and opened them again, would she still be herself?
Even if it were just for a moment, or a second…
“Veer, you worry about my future like an old mother. I’m not used to it.” Ig forced a smile.
“Hmph, old mother? This young lady is a young and beautiful girl!”
The young girl glared at him in feigned anger.
“Of course… you, this guy, are my successor. And this young lady happens to be your girlfriend, so I naturally have to care more about you, this guy.”
Verafia slightly tightened her grip on his hand, gazing at the young man’s face, her voice suddenly becoming soft.
“This young lady is a selfish girl. I’ve always wanted to have Ig all to myself… But if I leave, and if Little Fei is willing to accept him, this young lady wouldn’t be unable to bless you.”
“Also, Misella, she is actually a very good girl. It’s just that I was too jealous of her back then. If…”
“Veer! Don’t say that…”
Ig covered her tender lips with his finger. He didn’t want to hear the young girl speak like that.
As if seeing the tears welling up in the young man’s eyes.
Verafia gently shook her head.
Although she was a selfish girl, how could she let the boy she loved be confined under her shadow for his entire life?
The time she spent with Ig was less than two short years. How could she let the boy she loved be trapped in dim shadows forever?
True love should be letting go…
Verafia tilted her tender face and moved away the young man’s fingers. She looked at him and smiled, “If, Ig, you can’t let this young lady go, you can also marry our younger sister.”
Her voice gently appeared in the night sky.
A sense of loneliness suddenly appeared in Verafia’s heart.
This was her young man… Was she really giving him away to someone else with her own hands?
Even now, her heart felt pained and unwilling. As expected, she was still a selfish girl… Her love was also a very selfish love.
Even if she had to let go… she still wanted to possess the boy who rightfully belonged to her, all by herself.
For a girl, wanting to obtain her meant her first time, and her purity. But for a boy?
“But, I still want… to become your wife. To become, your first bride…”
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Perhaps, the next chapter will be the wedding… (It’s almost over)
PS: As for the harem matter, it’s impossible. At most, Veer will just mention it at this time, and the male protagonist will not accept it.
(And Veer, of course, will not leave~)
However, I feel that the male protagonist’s psychology should also be depicted, although the space is a bit insufficient…
