The starlight and moonlight quietly sprinkled in the tranquil night. Ig, holding the girl’s small hand, carefully helped her up.
After the kiss, the girl’s youthful, snowy face was still tinged with a shy blush. After her slender eyelashes blinked lightly, Verafia raised her face, with flowers and the brilliance of stars and moon drifting before her eyes.
It was like wisps of soft twilight, yet it appeared enchanting and beautiful, as if silk and satin adorned the world they were in.
She gently raised her head as the increasingly gentle and serene moonlight permeated the night sky.
White flower petals fluttered abundantly around her, and beautiful flowers bloomed beside her. Soft and warm light vaguely lingered in the night, like soft ribbons, outlining vibrant colors in the tranquil night.
The soft floral fragrance seemed to merge with the moonlight, caressing the smooth golden threads.
Verafia extended her fingers, as if intentionally blown by the wind. White petals swirled around her fingertips, their soft and delicate touch like the gentle touch of a companion girl.
Although she knew this was not natural, it was like a scene from a dream…
In the young girl’s golden eyes, the magnificent gold seemed to reflect a rose-like crimson, appearing somewhat hazy. She grasped a flower, and Verafia gently moved her lips, “So beautiful….”
Ig’s warm palm held her small hand tightly. Verafia moved slightly, but kept her soft little hand in his grasp.
Her young man was by her side too…
Ig stayed by her side, simultaneously witnessing the enchanting, dreamlike world that belonged to him and the girl.
“It wasn’t me. Although it is indeed divine power…”
Seeing the confusion in the young man’s eyes, Verafia lifted a lock of golden hair and said with a slight shake of her head, “This should be… a gift from my sister.”
She gazed at the enchanting and beautiful world. The starry sky and moonlight cast a gentle brilliance, adorning the entire night sky, as if this dreamlike illusion bloomed just for her.
“Vera’s sister… Herafir?”
Ig’s azure eyes contracted slightly.
This was the noble title of the Flame God King from time immemorial. From the very beginning, he had regarded this deity as an enemy he must defeat…
Vera called her sister and said this was her gift. Had the girl acknowledged her identity and chosen to be at peace?
“However, this is not her complete self. It’s just a partially awakened will.”
Verafia’s face softened into a gentle smile. Her golden eyes looked at Ig, then lowered her face slightly.
“Although I’ve always seen her as an enemy, in truth, Herafir never did anything to me… And in the past six months, I’ve felt several times that she clearly could have chosen to awaken.”
When facing Lancaster, Verafia had borrowed the flame divine spark and her power. Just as the King of Sacred Light had mocked, this was her actively re-dying the flames originally born from Herafir with crimson.
How could merely choosing to seal divine power stop the revival that originated from the former God King’s flames?
Just as Verafia thought, Herafir had actively suppressed her revival and chosen to continue sleeping in eternity… And this was Herafir not having awakened, not an answer reached after contemplation, but rather a choice made instinctively.
It was as if she could feel the gentle gaze within the flames.
“Then, Herafir she…”
Verafia shook her head, “Perhaps she just didn’t want to disturb me. Perhaps she thought her fate had already ended.”
Choosing to return to the world again meant the continuation of fate.
Even as a goddess herself, Verafia could not quite understand this kind of emotion.
“But, after all, my flames originate from the first wisp of fire born in the world, and they are the original flames. Their initial purpose was to reignite the crimson fire of destruction… Perhaps even she could not resist.”
Verafia murmured softly. After finding peace, she let go of fear and resentment. Although she still felt reluctance in her heart, she could feel more things beyond the haze.
Ig lowered his face.
“Alright, let’s not talk about her. In any case, this is my wedding, I am the protagonist!”
Shaking off her low mood, Verafia suddenly lifted her head, her snowy, little face beaming, and said cheerfully. She tugged at the young man’s arm, drawing her delicate body close to his embrace, and raised her pretty face, feigning a pampered pout as she lightly uttered:
“Hmph, you guy, you better accompany this young lady!”
Ig extended his hand, stroking the girl’s beautiful hair, a silent smile appearing on his face.
Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew, and a small rose petal touched the girl’s fingertips.
“Vera, this is… from Herafir?” Ig’s eyes seemed to perceive an exquisite and luxurious dress.
“Probably so… it seems to be the formal dress of the goddesses from the royal courts of the gods in their era. It is indeed very beautiful and gorgeous… It looks like a wedding gown.”
Verafia said. However, she did not actually touch the rose petal, but rather returned it to the blowing wind.
She turned her head, her snow-like jade face breaking into a bright smile, “But, that dress doesn’t suit me at all… Besides, this is my own wedding.”
Her pleasant voice landed softly. Soft silk and lace wove around the girl’s delicate body. Her soft golden hair was gently gathered and tied into a floral crown. A pure white long dress adorned the already beautiful and charming girl.
Exquisite lace wove graceful, yet soft lines. Thin snow-white gauze subtly concealed embellished patterns, adorning the girl’s well-proportioned delicate body.
She still possessed a trace of youthful innocence, not yet fully mature, but under the wedding gown, she appeared incredibly sweet and moving.
Ig stared at her in a daze.
“Hmm, what, don’t I look good…”
Verafia appeared somewhat reserved and shy. She lowered her face, “After all, it’s my first time being a girl, and it’s been less than two years. I’m not very good at designing dresses…”
“No, Vera, you look beautiful.”
Ig could only emit such a meager sound. It was as if a cute and sweet little princess had insisted on wearing a wedding dress for her beloved. Beyond her beauty, there was her sweetness and tenderness.
“And, Vera, this wedding dress is for me…”
He suddenly thought that Verafia had said the dress gifted by Herafir didn’t suit her. But, how could they, being goddesses of the same origin, not suit Verafia?
Was it because the girl was unwilling to assume the identity of a goddess, but rather as a girl, to wear a bridal gown for him?
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Suddenly realized today is Valentine’s Day…
