Chapter 37 Bescher’s Obsession
As the twilight sun scattered onto the stone slabs, Ig, carrying Verafia’s small body in one arm and the Sword Spirit girl “Lufina” contained within the End in the other, left the inn and stepped onto the streets of the elven town.
Ophilia and Ain, the two young girls, were not present. Ig had left a mental imprint for them.
After all, regarding Bescher and his connection to the Abyssal Church, VeraFIA’s knowledge was merely speculation. Even if it were true, much like the Jealous Witch Verodia, they were incarnations of Original Sin, indispensable even within the Abyssal Church.
Ig did not believe there was a high probability of such a significant figure appearing in this elven town, which was close to the Life Sacred Tree.
Following the girl’s suggestion, Ig merely intended to investigate with her.
In the evening, it wasn’t difficult to find passersby in the elven town. From these elves, Ig easily inquired about Bescher’s whereabouts.
Bescher’s family was a branch of a prominent Golden Elf clan. Before the tide of the Black Moon, his father had served as the mayor of Froderah Town, a position he held until the present.
It was an ancient-looking elven structure. However, a High Elf, with Golden hair and golden pupils but visibly aged, possessing a Crystal Rank demonic power aura, was already waiting by the door.
Clearly, this High Elf was Bescher’s father. When Ig learned of their residence, someone had informed him, prompting him to wait at the entrance beforehand.
The elderly elven noble saw Ig approaching. His gaze fell upon the little golden-haired girl in the young man’s arms, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, but he quickly lowered his head.
“I did not know you would visit Froderah, Lord Ig. Otherwise, this old man would have arranged a banquet for you and your friends.”
The elven mayor knew that it was the human youth before him who had injured Bescher that morning. However, he had no intention of seeking retribution. Instead, he adopted a humble posture.
This was not only due to Ig’s Star Rank strength. As the mayor, he had heard news a few days prior that a human youth occupied an important position within the newly dispatched envoy from the Dwarven Kingdom.
No matter how unwilling he might be, the youth before him was certainly not someone he could afford to offend.
“May I ask about the girl in your embrace—” Seeing that Ig was not angered, the elderly elven noble attempted to inquire.
“Veer? She is my daughter,” Ig said plainly.
“Hmph, silly Ig…”
Verafia glared at him with her big golden eyes and struggled in Ig’s embrace with great dissatisfaction. Ig revealed a slight smile and gently tapped her forehead with his finger.
He couldn’t possibly say that this little girl was his wife, could he?
The elderly elven noble’s heart suddenly trembled.
He naturally knew what Bescher had done… However, upon remembering that Ig had not taken his life at the time, he still held onto a sliver of hope.
“So she is your beloved daughter, no wonder she is so charming and cute.”
The elven mayor forced a smile and bowed slightly. “Lord Ig, may I ask the reason for your sudden visit?”
“I want to see Bescher,” Ig said.
“Lord Ig! That brat Bescher, he offended you… he truly deserves to die. However, you have already punished him—”
Ig looked at the suddenly anxious face of the elderly elven noble and couldn’t help but shake his head slightly.
In truth, he could roughly guess that the other party had disciplined Bescher, including confining him to his home and the wounds on his face after he had bullied a Silver Moon Elf yesterday. However, the elven mayor was still more inclined to protect Bescher.
Like the little girl of the Silver Moon Elf he saw yesterday, Ig did not believe that Bescher had never taken advantage of them. However, for this evil deed, which was unforgivable in Ig’s eyes, the punishment received was merely insignificant.
Regardless, this elven mayor, being a High Elf and a noble among elves, obviously would not let Bescher suffer the same punishment for a few commoner girls.
Even now, his subservient attitude was entirely due to his fear of Ig’s strength and identity.
“Crippling Bescher’s abilities was merely to make him reflect on his evil deeds in repentance. As for now…”
Ig spoke. At this moment, his pupils suddenly trembled.
Verafia, nestled in Ig’s embrace, tightened her small hands on his clothes. Her tender face turned towards the same direction, her golden eyes showing a hint of surprise.
“Lord Ig…”
The elven mayor seemed to be about to plead for Bescher. A gust of wind blew, and the twilight sun swept over them.
The figure of a young man emerged from the courtyard and appeared in their sight.
Golden hair cascaded onto his shoulders. He was tall and handsome, undoubtedly a High Elf, much like Bescher who Ig had encountered that morning.
“Bescher? How did you—”
The elven mayor was also shocked. However, perhaps to shield Ig, his body instinctively moved towards the youth.
Ig’s pupils narrowed, and he shouted, “Be careful!”
In the twilight, a chilling, corrupted aura permeated the air. A cold light flashed as the blade edge of a long sword pierced the chest of the elderly noble, shattering his heart. Then, it was abruptly withdrawn, and the Bloody essence mixed with the sound of the wind.
As if witnessing a satisfying event, “Bescher” let out a proud laugh, brandishing the long sword in his hand, shredding the elven mayor’s body into pieces. Immediately, he raised his face, his golden eyes filled with corrupted blood, revealing an almost frenzied, irrepressible hatred.
“Ig, this guy has the aura of the Abyss on him—”
An icy wind swept over, scraping against her delicate face like a knife. Verafia clutched Ig’s arm, quickly turning her face and saying.
A cold light flashed in Ig’s sapphire eyes.
Not only the corrupted aura on this “Bescher”.
Before this, his demonic power had shattered all of the other party’s bones. Even with the healing of the Grand Divine Arts, he would only be crippled after recovery. Yet, before his eyes, Bescher stood up without any hindrance.
Not only did he seem to have never sustained such injuries, but his demonic power far surpassed the initial Platinum Rank. Moreover, his aura seemed to distort the void, undoubtedly reaching the Star Rank!
“No, this isn’t that Bescher…” Ig said in a low voice.
An elegant melody played on a harp sounded amidst the gloomy, corrupted wind. Verafia’s golden eyes trembled slightly as she saw, as always, the graceful Bard, his slender fingers plucking the strings.
“Lord Ig, you are not wrong.”
The Bard said with a gentle smile, “Your demonic power is naturally difficult for this humble one to erase. Not to mention helping this noble閣下 repair his body. What you are seeing now, perhaps, is merely his obsession.”
