“Well, it’s not that Young Lady is being lazy! Riding in a carriage, isn’t it because it’s very tiring for Young Lady to travel hundreds of miles directly through the Abyss with you guys!”
The surviving soldiers of the “Public Welfare Alliance” march with faltering steps under the darkness that seems like eternal night. The carriage wheels turn, and Miss Verafia indignantly protests to Ig.
After Verafia eliminated the Abyss Incarnation and the armies of thousands of Abyss followers with her skill, she descended from the sky. After meeting with several young girls like Flarn and Elishia, she didn’t have much time to talk. She hastily gathered the remaining army and retreated towards their hidden stronghold.
Verafia naturally did not choose to leave, so she waved her hand gently, using divine power to shape a self-propelled “carriage” as a means of transportation.
It should be known that this sky is still covered by the light of the Abyss. Even if it is not the true Abyss, it still covers space like a thick layer of decay.
Even though Verafia is the goddess of life, it was not easy for her to tear through space and bring Ig and Ophi here. She couldn’t bring the army of at least several thousand people on the battlefield back to the encampment together, nor could she abandon them. Therefore, she naturally chose to travel together.
However, Ig took this as a reason to mock her—perhaps it was the awe-inspiring image of the young girl eradicating the Abyss, as if bringing a goddess of light, which was almost unforgettable, and yet she came to them and got into a carriage like an ordinary young lady.
For these surviving soldiers, it was something very curious. They talked amongst themselves, guessing the young girl’s identity.
Ig smiled wryly. He was just using what he heard to tease this young lady and never expected this little girl to react so strongly.
Verafia turned her little face and glared at him angrily: “Hmph, this young lady still has reasons. As for… you, Ig, you only helped us cut through the Abyss, and you’re not even as good as Little Fei.”
“Hmph, like this, you idiot Ig, get out of here and walk by yourself!” As she said this, Verafia moved Ig out of the carriage’s space with a thought.
The young girl then lifted her little feet, leaned against the window, and watched the young man helplessly spread his hands. She couldn’t help but lift her cherry lips and let out a soft hum. She turned her head, her little hand picking up the sweet red tea that had just rushed into the frosting.
Of course, she wasn’t angry because of Ig’s words. But who stipulated that only this attendant could always mock Young Lady? Couldn’t she pretend to be angry and throw this guy out of the carriage like this to punish him?
Well, knowing Ig, this guy must also know that she isn’t really angry and is deliberately acting spoiled to tease him.
Otherwise, with Ig’s personality, if he knew she was unhappy, he would have already run up with a blushing face to apologize.
But what does all this have to do with her?
Tucking her white-stockinged feet together, Verafia gently sipped a small mouthful of the rich tea juice. Her exquisite eyelashes blinked slightly, and she listened to the crisp sound of the carriage turning. A hint of contentment appeared in her big eyes.
She wasn’t too worried about that guy Ig. Dropping him out of the carriage would also give him more time to chat with Elishia and their friend, Princess Shariel.
Speaking of which, her staying in the carriage was actually to talk with old acquaintances like Elishia. She couldn’t possibly have a public conversation in front of so many strangers, right?
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Just then, Verafia felt someone got into the carriage and gently knocked on the door.
The young girl blinked her big eyes, gently put down the tea set she was holding, and turned her head to look at the young mage who walked in through the self-opening carriage door.
“Hmm, it’s Vicena!”
What entered her sight was naturally Vicena, wearing a richly decorated blue-and-white mage robe, with snow-white hair tied back and holding the “Staff of Freedom.”
Seeing her, besides her cheerful tone, Verafia’s golden eyes revealed a hint of emotion.
Whether in this life or in past memories, her relationship with Vicena could be described as close, and Vicena’s sister was also a very good friend of hers.
Vicena looked at the beautiful girl smiling with a pretty face, and her azure blue pupils showed some hesitation and struggle.
This was not the first time she had met Verafia. In the past, she had even made a deal with the girl… However, this was the first time Vicena met her since she knew that the girl before her was Lothel of yesteryear.
At that time, when she learned that the “Phoenix Girl” named Verafia was her brother Lot in her memory, the shock in Vicena’s heart still couldn’t be dissolved. Even though she had thought about the scene of meeting the girl again more than once over the years, at this moment, there was still struggle in her eyes.
“Is Vicena struggling with my identity? Lothel… *Tsk*, that’s a name from the past, this young lady hasn’t used it for a long time. Even Ig doesn’t call me that anymore, Vicena, just keep calling me Verafia.”
Seeing the mage’s expression, Verafia gently pulled her fine golden threads, her eyes curved slightly, and she said understandingly.
“Hmm, alright, Miss Verafia…”
Vicena’s voice still carried a hint of shyness. She still couldn’t connect the cute, bright, and beautiful girl before her, who made her feel inferior, with Lothel from back then.
“Hmm, I remember Vicena used to like drinking this kind of red tea, so I brewed some in advance. Vicena, would you like to try it?”
Verafia was not at all reserved. She pulled Vicena to sit down at the small table in front of her, lifted her little head and smiled prettily, and picked up her tea set to take a sip of tea. Her big eyes looked up: “By the way, that girl Flarn also came just now. If she knew Vicena, you would also come back at this time, this young lady should have kept her here.”
Flarn had come to see her a long time ago. However, after greeting her and expressing her longing for her sister, Flarn hastily bid farewell to her.
Verafia could understand. Flarn did not join the army fighting against the Abyss alone. Her clansmen also followed her, not to mention that in the battle just now, there were not a few Blood Race members who were seriously injured.
Flarn was now the queen of the Blood Race. After expressing her longing for her sister, she naturally should return to the side of her injured clansmen.
Hmm, thinking about it this way, it seems like it was her own fault?
Verafia tilted her head. As an older sister, she should have followed Flarn and gone with her to see those injured Blood Race members.
“By the way, I heard from Flarn that Vicena, you left Lichen a long time ago and fought against the Abyss army with Elishia and the others? But Filia, she is also Luviya’s friend, even if it’s because of Lancaster, it shouldn’t be unfavorable to you.”
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I feel like it’s dragging on again.
