Chapter 78 The Holy Spring of Life
“Mm, I came to ask Irene some questions.”
Verafia raised her head and looked at the wood elf girl who appeared in her eyes with a surprised expression. Her golden eyes blinked slightly, and she tossed her head lightly.
“That’s right! Today, Ig and I met Elder Belnant, and he gave me the Life Origin Stone of the Goddess.”
“Really?”
Irene’s little face instantly filled with surprise. She clasped her slender, delicate hands on her chest, her clear green eyes looking at Verafia joyfully.
“Goddess, surely you will bless Miss Verafia… Hmm, no, we should be thanking Miss Verafia.”
The elf girl then remembered that Verafia had also been a goddess, and quickly corrected herself, giggling as she fiddled with her delicate jade-green hair with her slender fingers.
Verafia’s golden eyes blinked softly.
In Irene’s expression, Verafia could clearly see that it was only joy towards her, without any other impurities.
In fact, Verafia had no suspicion that Irene would act against her.
Not only was Irene a friend who had accompanied them for a long time, but Verafia also didn’t believe that such an innocent and pure elf lady could hide anything in her heart.
Perhaps Belnant hadn’t told her too much, and Irene didn’t even know that the Life Origin Stone was condensed by Belnant at the cost of his life.
Shaking her head slightly, Verafia jumped down from the chair, making a crisp sound on the floor. She ran to the elf girl, her scorching gold pupils flashing lightly.
“Right, Irene, why did your Life Goddess only try to awaken now? Is it because of the threat from the dark elves?”
In Irene’s eyes, the golden-haired girl had a curious expression, looking up at her with her small face. The elf girl hesitated for a moment and shook her head.
“Miss Verafia should know this. After the Black Moon Tide arrived, the Goddess never appeared again, nor did she give us guidance. I heard from my sister that it wasn’t that the Goddess abandoned us, but rather that her origin was wounded, and she was forced into slumber.”
Irene raised her crystal-clear, bright jade-green pupils and looked at Verafia.
“For over thirty years, at least for us wood elves, we have never stopped calling out to the Goddess… but, it seems that because Goddess Shiluseliss was too seriously injured, she has never appeared again, except for that one time with Miss Verafia.”
“Is that so… until Elder found this young lady and attempted this?”
Verafia’s golden eyes fixed, and she mumbled slightly. “Right, Irene, have you heard of an elf named Melu?”
“Melu?”
Irene’s face showed confusion. She thought hard for a long time but still shook her head. “I haven’t heard that name before. Did Miss Verafia know this elf?”
“I just asked casually, it’s nothing important.”
Irene looked a little confused, but she didn’t press further. A joyful smile appeared on her delicate face, and she took Verafia’s little hand, chattering about interesting things like a warbler in the forest.
The corners of Verafia’s lips also showed a slight, gentle curve. She responded to the elf girl’s words in a childish voice, but in the deepest part of her brilliant golden eyes, a hint of solemnity flickered.
If, after the conversation with Irene, she only had a little over fifty percent certainty.
But after hearing Irene’s answer, she was already seventy to eighty percent sure, confirming that Belnant’s intention was likely to use her as a vessel to give birth to a new Life Goddess.
Just as Irene said, Goddess Shiluseliss had been in a deep slumber… this was a manifestation of the laws and the origin being wounded.
Even if she truly touched the spirit of the Life Goddess, who could be sure that she could reawaken this deity?
Verafia had previously felt that placing all hope on herself, such a desperate gamble, was not something someone as wise as Belnant would do, unless he was already completely in despair.
But if he was preparing to use her as a vessel for the birth of the Life Goddess, then everything could be clearly explained.
“And…”
Verafia murmured softly. Irene didn’t know about the elf girl named “Melu.” Perhaps this girl was found by Belnant after she ran away from home, and was prepared to be the vessel of the goddess.
This could also explain that Belnant’s decision to do this had been made even earlier, but upon seeing herself, who had triggered the goddess’s imprint, he suddenly decided to change the target.
A series of thoughts flowed through Verafia’s mind. She gently raised her golden eyes. Irene in front of her was still holding her small, tender hand, her expression cheerfully recounting her words, clearly not noticing anything at all.
Instead, Irene, the Silver Moon Elf opposite her, seemed to be thoughtfully gazing at her with her silver eyes.
“Irene.”
Verafia raised her head, and the wood elf’s jade eyes fell on her. The girl’s brilliant golden eyes, like the dawn, suddenly blinked under her long lashes, and a charming smile flickered on her lips.
“Elder said he wants me to go to the Holy Spring of Life tomorrow. Irene, you must bring Niya with you then.”
“Yes. Whether it’s the Goddess or Miss Verafia, of course, I must come!”
The wood elf girl showed a bright smile. She then seemed to think of something and looked at Verafia seriously, “Miss Verafia, although I really want to see the Goddess, you must not make things difficult for yourself.”
“That’s strange…”
Verafia pretended to be surprised and raised her face. “Although the Life Goddess holds such an important position in the hearts of elves, Irene, you are actually persuading me?”
“That’s what I said, but Miss Verafia, after all, I invited you to use the Holy Spring of Life. If you get hurt because of me, I will be sad forever… And of course, I shouldn’t force Miss Verafia.”
The wood elf girl’s sincere voice caused a slight warmth of emotion in Verafia’s heart.
However, regardless of Verafia’s own personality or her consideration for Belnant’s intentions, she naturally would not reveal it. With a light laugh and playful words, the girl stood up and waved goodbye to the two elf girls.
…
Returning to her room, Ig happened to return at that moment as well. However, Verafia didn’t tell him anything.
After all, as she had thought before, if they really had to face a legendary powerful person, even if they combined their strength, they would still be no match.
Verafia had intended to confirm… if she told Ig about this, it would not only be useless, but the outcome might even be worse.
Verafia gently raised her golden eyes and looked at the young man’s face.
For this young man, who valued her more than his own life, if he truly knew Belnant’s possible intentions, he might not impulsively draw his sword against the elf elder, but he would definitely try to escape with her.
However, Verafia had said before that if they were to fall out, what they would face would be a legendary powerhouse, and the possibility of successfully escaping would be meager, not to mention more.
She certainly didn’t want the young man she also loved to take unnecessary risks for such a slim hope.
Her long eyelashes almost covered her golden eyes. In the soft bedding, Verafia bit her lips lightly with her teeth, and then suddenly poked her little head out.
“Vera?”
Ig turned his head in surprise, looking at her who had suddenly poked her little head out beside him. Her two little hands were hugging his arm, and she was trying to squeeze her small body into his embrace.
Only her small, porcelain-white, tender jade face was revealed in the hazy night. The girl’s soft, tender voice seemed to carry moisture, filled with deep affection: “I want… Ig… to hold Vera.”
Ig was somewhat surprised by the little girl’s sudden act of coyness. He wondered if Vera was thinking of something strange in her little head, otherwise why would she be so clingy all of a sudden?
However, he didn’t say these words. He just gently stroked the girl’s fine, soft little head, then gently opened his arms and pulled Verafia’s small body into his embrace.
“Vera, good night.”
Time passed quietly, and the twilight of the night gradually gave way to the dawn. The soft, bright sunlight poured down, and the second day arrived.
Early in the morning, Irene rushed over excitedly. Looking at the elf girl’s expectant eyes, Verafia didn’t say much, only showing a sweet smile.
The Holy Tree Knights were already waiting for Verafia before the ceremonial hall.
The Holy Spring Town of Ebonar was not a very large town. Although the residents didn’t know the specific details, they could vaguely guess something upon seeing the solemn measures being taken.
However, Verafia certainly didn’t think of herself as the savior of these elves. On the contrary, regarding the future, the Holy Spring of Life, and the spirit of the Goddess, she still had some hesitations, so her gaze merely swept over these elves.
Riding in a carriage, escorted by the Holy Tree Knights, she slowly entered the most important place in Ebonar, by the side of the Holy Tree.
“Is this the Holy Spring of Life of Goddess Shiluseliss?”
Carried by Ig, Verafia stepped down from the carriage. Her slender legs were wrapped in white silk stockings with satin and delicate lace trim. She stepped on slightly heeled small leather shoes, landing on the ground with a crisp sound like that of glass tapping gently. She slightly raised her head to observe the Holy Spring of Life that fell into her eyes.
Legend said that the Holy Spring of Life was formed from the tears of Goddess Shiluseliss.
In Verafia’s eyes, this holy spring didn’t look much different from other springs. It was only that the sound of the water was clear, and the crystalline ripples refracte d slightly off the emerald leaves of the Holy Tree.
However, for Verafia, it was not difficult to feel the divine power of life contained within it… and an even deeper, seemingly divine will.
Raising her golden eyes, Verafia saw Elder Beltnant appearing beside the Holy Spring.
