“Is that so?”
Verafia’s hand was tightly held by Ig’s fingers. Instead of being angry, Verafia’s exquisite little face revealed a hint of a happy smile.
“Everyone says Ig and I are together… but why is it Veer by Ig’s side?”
Ophi suddenly raised her little hand and asked. However, she was not jealous or resentful of Verafia; rather, she asked with great novelty.
She tilted her pure white little face slightly, gazing at the golden-haired girl whose fingers were intertwined with Ig. The frost-blue, gem-like, brilliant and exquisite pupils flickered with curiosity:
“If, as Queen Sylvia said, destiny is to be written… does that mean that our world-line here is not the main line, not the real world? That’s why Veer got Ig?”
As she held the young man’s palm, Verafia’s gaze gently lifted, her golden eyes slightly flickering, and a soft smile touched the corners of her youthful lips.
Ophi was certainly not trying to provoke her; it was truly the curiosity of this little ice dragon… As for whether she would be jealous, she had already considered it when Ig was a dragon girl. Other world-line Ig’s were no more than strangers to her.
Even if they truly ended up with Ophi, opened a harem, or became girls and became intimate with other girls or were taken into a harem before… what did that have to do with Verafia? Even if she really knew, at most, she would only use it to mock Ig.
After all, the Ig she liked was just the young man currently holding her hand.
“Tch, real or not… Even if there are higher and greater existences that can witness our birth and death, and engrave so-called destiny, it is merely the result of their observation. Perhaps, in the eyes of those people, our history has already gone against them, but this world still exists and is owned by you, by people who truly exist.”
Sylvia gently shook her head and smiled. “So-called destiny has never been a fixed fact. And for me, regardless of any deviation, it does not change the truth of this world, which I have touched and heard.”
Ophi nodded, understanding half of it. Sylvia’s words were still a bit vague, but she wasn’t someone who cared much about such ethereal matters. It was just a sudden curiosity. Such metaphysical things were less important to her than her usual snacks.
“Moreover, regarding Miss Verafia… Miss Ophi, it’s not really what you think.”
The elf maiden’s voice made Verafia slightly startled and look up. Her gorgeous golden eyes flickered slightly, and Sylvia was looking at her, gently shaking her head: “Actually, regarding Miss Verafia… it’s not that destiny dictated that she needed to become the goddess of life.”
Verafia blinked her eyelashes. Ig, holding her little hand, showed a hint of surprise: “Then why are you telling us all this… Was the destiny you previously spoke of also false, or are you prepared to go against it?”
Ig had originally thought that it was precisely because of the so-called “destiny” that Sylvia and the Goddess of Life chose the girl. However, Sylvia’s words just now clearly denied this.
“No, it’s not like that…”
Verafia said, holding his hand and turning her head. “Herafir did indeed tell me about the destiny she needed to face. Perhaps, so-called destiny is chaotic and unknowable… but that doesn’t mean it’s false or nonexistent.”
Sylvia nodded in agreement.
Verafia’s gaze fell upon the elf maiden’s expression. She slightly tightened the hand she had been holding Ig’s, and her golden pupils lifted to gaze: “Then, Miss Sylvia, saying that this young lady…?”
“You are a special existence,”
Sylvia said. “As you said, destiny is indeed unknowable. Even for the Goddess of Life, Silusyris, in her long years, she could only glimpse some of its branches… However, Miss Verafia, so-called destiny has never etched your outline.”
“A special existence…” Verafia’s golden eyes rippled slightly.
“Just like chaotic destiny… your own essence is also unknown. Rather than saying your existence strummed the strings of destiny, it’s more like you yourself are a variation of destiny itself.”
Her emerald-green, crystalline eyes fell upon the girl’s slightly tilted face, and a gentle smile bloomed on the elf maiden’s lips: “Miss Verafia, perhaps, you are the Great Existence who writes destiny.”
Gazing at her with a smile, Verafia was momentarily speechless.
She glanced at the young man holding her little hand and thought, if she were truly the one who wrote destiny, why would she write herself as a girl and be with this guy?
However, she also knew that Sylvia’s remark was more of a joke.
“If that’s the case…”
Verafia lightly pulled a golden strand with her slender, delicate, jade-like fingertips, raised her small face, and her golden eyes earnestly looked at the other party: “Since it’s not a prophecy, why did you, or Goddess Silusyris, choose me to become the Goddess of Life?”
Sylvia’s many words before might have been revealing the essence of the world. But, just as the elf maiden also said… how could the ethereal destiny and prophecies compare to the real world?
To Verafia, whether for herself or for the people she loved, the dark moon hanging high in the sky and the dark elves who had attacked Sky City were undoubtedly more important than anything else.
“This is not the era of gods. Silusyris has fallen into silence. You should know that not being able to wield authority and laws is no different from perishing.”
Sylvia’s expression also became much more serious. “As for why you were chosen… Miss Verafia, compared to us, you are different. You are a deity belonging to this era. Furthermore, Miss Verafia’s compatibility with the divine position of life is not low. If the authority of life needs an inheritor, then naturally, you are the only choice.”
Looking at the silent girl, Sylvia smiled. “Of course, this is not my choice, but Silusyris’s choice. Miss Verafia, do you find this explanation satisfactory?”
“To hand over the divine position of life to me… If Goddess Silusyris believes that I can inherit her divine position, I can’t think of any reason to refuse. But…”
Verafia raised her golden eyes and suddenly bit her lip. “Just now, I saw Kainopar. He said I didn’t become a god because I came too late.”
Verafia’s golden eyes stared at the elven queen: “Miss Sylvia, is Kainopar’s betrayal related to me?”
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Realizing it’s getting hard to tie things together…
