Chapter 29: The Peculiar Golden Elf
Ig coldly gazed at the golden elf before him. His handsome face was flushed with an abnormal redness, his eyes wide open, veins visible, as he poured all his demonic power into a desperate sword strike. However, Ig simply pressed lightly, shattering the sword into pieces.
This elf’s strength was merely platinum. Such power might be considered decent among humans, but for a high elf, it was undoubtedly mediocre, especially when facing the current Ig.
Just a slight leak of his aura struck the golden elf’s chest, sending him flying back to the ground. His robes were torn to shreds, yet his lower body remained visibly erect.
This was a symbol of lust.
Ig stepped on the elf’s handsome face, the shards of the broken sword cutting into his flesh, causing him to scream in agony.
“So pathetic, yet so lustful at this moment? And despite being so afraid of pain, you dare to draw your sword against a Star God?”
Ig had noticed earlier that this elf’s spirit was unusually unstable, fluctuating violently like a heartbeat.
It was as if some peculiar demonic power had bewitched his mind, inflating his arrogance and lust to neurotic levels.
Ig had seen many dandies, but none as reckless as this one, disregarding their own lives. After all, even the most frivolous noblemen cherished their lives.
It seemed as though some force deliberately made him exhibit arrogance and lust.
After some thought, Ig activated his True Sight Eye, but found nothing unusual.
“You despicable commoner…”
Hidden beneath Ig’s foot like a worm, Basher continued to curse, unaware of Ig’s thoughts. With bloodshot eyes and gritted teeth, he glared at Ig with hatred.
He had never felt such humiliation, especially in front of so many familiar faces, making Basher even more ashamed.
“But I think, even without any external interference, you’re still a cowardly and lustful dandy… Heh, daring to harbor evil thoughts towards such a young child.”
Ig glanced at the elf’s swollen lower body. Upon arriving in this town, the priest’s words gave him an idea of Basher’s reputation.
Kidnapping women was already a serious crime in the human kingdom, let alone preying on young children… And to think of taking Ig’s girl right in front of him.
Looking up and seeing the slight smile on the black-haired youth’s face, the noble elf’s curses were abruptly silenced. His wide eyes filled with fear.
“H-human, what are you doing? I’m a noble—”
“Just helping you find relief.”
Ig’s palm gathered demonic power, forming a small sword, as he smiled. But this expression, to Basher, resembled a terrifying demon.
Ig walked closer.
“Ahhh—”
The high elf’s horrific screams made even the sword spirit girl look away. She buried her head, her slender hands covering Veraphia’s large eyes, turning her away.
…
The noble elf’s wails lasted for a long time. Many female elves turned their faces in embarrassment. From the onlookers’ expressions of pity and fear, one could only imagine the horrors Basher endured.
His clothes were torn to shreds, devoid of any noble pride or elegance. Basher lay on the ground like a lifeless lump.
Brushing off his robes, Ig calmly stepped over the noble elf’s corpse-like body.
“M-master…”
The sword spirit girl’s small hands still covered Veraphia’s eyes. Her delicate voice trembled slightly as she nervously turned her head. “What did you do to that elf?”
After a pause, she cautiously asked him.
“Nothing much, just deprived him of a certain function,” Ig replied with a smile.
The sword spirit girl’s gem-like golden eyes widened as she gasped in surprise, covering her red lips.
Even though he was her beloved master, conjuring a dagger from demonic power and personally acting on it…
In the sword spirit girl’s mind, a handsome high elf hung suspended, while a demon approached with a dagger, his smile growing wider with each step.
—Then, a cold flash, and a pig-like scream, blood spurting from the severed area of his lower body, rendering him impotent.
Blushing at such thoughts, the girl let out a shy whimper, her white face flushing red.
Ig, noticing her blush, immediately understood her thoughts and blushed himself.
“Ah, no, no, no! It’s not what you’re thinking!”
How could that be? Though he did conjure a cold dagger, it was only to scare the guy. He had no such peculiar desires!
Ig had faced Saint-ranked beings, even Lancaster, the Star God of Destruction. A mere dandy like Basher, if not for provoking him, wouldn’t even warrant a glance.
“Cough, so Xiaoyan, don’t think too much. I just gave him ‘Eternal Darkness.’”
“Eternal Darkness,” a spell Ig derived from the Star God of Destruction’s dark cosmos, possessed obliterating power that even Saint-ranked beings could hardly resist, let alone a platinum-ranked dandy.
For the rest of his life, this noble elf would never harm another young girl or loli.
As Basher’s screams echoed, Ig smiled faintly.
Though not intentionally cruel, he didn’t avoid vital areas. The “Eternal Darkness” erased his bones, magical vortices, even his golden bloodline, before acting on a certain organ.
Far worse than a simple blade.
The Silver Moon elf’s lips curled slightly, and Veraphia blinked her golden eyes, watching curiously. Hearing Ig’s explanation, the sword spirit girl clasped her hands in front of her, pitying the noble elf, now a bloody mess on the ground.
“Just his punishment. If he had met that Silver Moon elf girl in the wilderness yesterday, who knows what he would’ve done?”
Ig said. The sword spirit girl thought for a moment, then nodded.
Following their gaze, Basher’s reputation was dire in the town, yet a few kind elves moved him onto a carriage. Sensing Ig’s stellar aura, the elves watched warily, none daring to approach.
“Though I didn’t kill him… I think for a dandy like him, this punishment is worse than death.”
Ig not only deprived him of a certain organ but also shattered his platinum magic and golden bloodline. Even a Saint-ranked healer couldn’t restore him.
Ig dismissed the insignificant dandy. Approaching the girls, Veraphia, still childlike, held his hand with her small fingers, her jewel-like eyes shining brightly, curious.
Seeing the girl tilt her head adorably, Ig smiled, ruffling her hair. “Alright, young lady. Since the nuisance is dealt with, let’s return.”
“…“ Veraphia was stunned.
“Master, what did you just call sister?” the sword spirit girl asked, her golden eyes lighting up with joy.
After hatching, Ig initially called Veraphia “Xiaowei,” later changing to “Veer,” but never “young lady.”
After all, Veraphia had been Ig’s adorable little daughter.
“Mm…”
The golden-haired girl gripped her skirt nervously, her tender white face slightly lowered.
Observing her downturned face, her long eyelashes and golden eyes avoiding his gaze, Ig pinched her little nose with interest.
“But it seems… Veer, you’re still my cute little daughter? Let Daddy carry you home.”
Hearing this term of endearment, the little girl couldn’t hold back. She bit her tender lip, her innocent face turning red, her golden eyes flickering with embarrassment:
“Mm, call me Veer… not Xiaowei! And, idiot Ig, you’re not Daddy!”
She clutched her stuffed white rabbit, lifting her head in protest. Though she tried to act angry, her petite self looked utterly adorable to Ig and the girls.
“Why?”
Ig stifled a laugh, feigning sadness. “Does Xiaowei not want Daddy anymore?”
“No… mm. Ig, you idiot, I’m your young lady, your little wife… yet you call me your daughter? You’re such a perverted lolicon!”
Ig paused, realizing her flawed logic. Didn’t calling her a daughter first make him a lolicon?
“Veer…”
“Mm.”
Veraphia clutched her stuffed toy, her golden eyes glistening with tears in the morning light. “I’m the young lady, and Ig knows it’s embarrassing… yet you tease me. Wah.”
Her voice grew sorrowful, and she burst into tears.
Flustered, Ig quickly calmed her down.
This girl… in front of everyone, she seemed genuinely upset. Could young Veraphia’s personality have changed too?
—
Hmm, it feels like it’s been a while, but Veer is finally back (albeit her young self).
