Chapter 94 Sacred Sword Fragment
In the Divine Realm of Light, Ayvelyia gifted the Heart of Light to Verafia. Now, a dazzling divine sword, concepts of light and life surging, giving birth to a world of brilliance with a single sword strike!
In the Boundless Abyss, this moment filled with the beauty of life, chaos collapsed. The world was opened, concepts of light and life were born, and before the opponent’s horrified gaze, the slender sword edge pierced straight through.
The Sword of Life did not strike his physical body. Lancaster’s physical body had long been damaged; he was merely an incarnation of “Greed” and the embodiment of the Abyss.
However, for them who had long transcended the material plane, Verafia’s thrust had already sealed the outcome.
Light surged continuously, and on Lancaster’s ethereal body, brilliant marks of light appeared.
But at this moment, Lancaster seemed to have regained some clarity. Seeing the golden-haired girl holding the long sword, flawless and beautiful, he knew his current fate and suddenly laughed.
“Miss Verafia, it’s still you. Now that you’ve killed me, you should be satisfied, right?”
Her scorching golden pupils were as gorgeous as the first rays of dawn. Verafia looked at Lancaster burning in the light; he was in pain, his soul being erased, yet he smiled.
“Lancaster, you should have died long ago. However, like this, you are so ugly, you’re not as good as you used to be.”
The girl showed little emotion, her pleasant voice sounding cool and distant.
“Is that so… But, it’s not bad like this either. Dying at your hands, it’s not bad. Cough, cough, Lot, you have every reason to hate me…”
“You think too highly of yourself, believing I would still be angry because of you? Lancaster, of course, I won’t forgive you, but you are already insignificant. Compared to everything this young lady has now, the hatred you brought will no longer affect me.”
Verafia interrupted, turning her head to look at the black-haired young man who approached with his long sword after defeating Geon.
“Veer.” Igter smiled and said softly.
A faint, gentle curve graced his lips. Verafia’s gorgeous golden eyes fluttered with her eyelashes, showing a hint of happiness and pride. Verafia gently extended her small hand, her tender and smooth skin feeling the familiar warmth of the young man’s palm.
“This young lady already has someone she likes. In the future, it will be our time together. This is what this young lady cherishes.”
Her voice was soft and content. It was precisely because of this that Verafia could completely disregard Lancaster, who had once been her obsession. She had more important emotions and a future she looked forward to.
Lancaster seemed about to say something more, but Verafia felt there was no need to listen further. The divine power of life, intertwined with the light gifted by Ayvelyia, rippled outwards, erasing Lancaster’s last traces.
Gently holding Igter’s hand, Verafia was about to leave when a dagger-like bright light fell from the hazy remnants of the shattered Abyss, making a crisp sound on the ground and attracting the girl’s attention.
“What is this…?”
It had undoubtedly fallen from Lancaster, yet she hadn’t noticed it at all before, and it hadn’t been damaged at all during her battle with the Abyss.
The girl’s beautiful eyes showed a hint of surprise. With a thought, the pure white short blade landed in her hand.
There was no feeling of defilement or coldness. Instead, Verafia felt a very familiar sense of softness.
At this moment, Siya, Andes, and the others had also suppressed their enemies. Misella, standing beside them, raised her face and exclaimed in surprise.
“This is… Mother’s dagger?”
Verafia’s eyelashes trembled slightly as she turned to look at the silver-haired princess who rushed over, clutching her staff.
Misella’s crystal-clear beautiful eyes showed a very complex expression.
This was not only due to her feelings for Verafia. Just now, as the powers of life and light swept through the chaos, she had also seen Verafia eliminate Lancaster.
Regarding Lancaster, whom Misella had always respected and adored when she was young, even now, she couldn’t help but have feelings for him. Furthermore, when her own mother fell and the Abyss invaded the kingdom, Misella had often fantasized about her father king saving the country once more.
However, not only because of what Lancaster had done to Verafia in the past, but also seeing Lancaster standing in their way, Misella knew that fantasy was ultimately just fantasy. His death at Verafia’s hands was only right.
Sensing the white-dressed girl’s gaze, she let out a soft sigh. Her crystal-blue eyes were once again lifted, looking at the pure white short sword in the girl’s hand.
“I heard it from Teacher Luviya. After her great battle with Miss Verafia, Mother used this dagger to kill Father… Ah, right, Teacher Vicena guessed that this sword was smelted from fragments of the Sacred Sword.”
“Sacred Sword fragment, no wonder…”
Verafia’s golden eyes slightly lifted as she softly uttered the words. Hearing Misella’s words, Verafia realized that the familiar feeling came from the Sacred Sword she had touched before.
The Sacred Sword was also forged from Ayvelyia’s divinity, and the Heart of Light gifted by the goddess was still with her.
As for why this “Sacred Sword” dagger remained with Lancaster…
Verafia turned her snow-white face and said to Igter beside her, “With Lancaster’s strength, even if he died, he wouldn’t be easily manipulated, let alone become a puppet of the Abyss. I think it was Filir who used this dagger to seal his will…”
Igter nodded, agreeing with the girl’s conjecture.
“As for this dagger…”
Verafia pondered, her long eyelashes gently lifting. Her gorgeous golden eyes rose as she handed it to the silver-haired princess before her.
“Me? Miss Verafia, you’re giving it to me…?”
Misella showed an expression of surprise.
Even if it was just a dagger forged from Sacred Sword fragments, it was a precious item capable of killing her father king, a supreme expert comparable to deities.
Even disregarding the past, given her status, Verafia was willing to give such a weapon to her?
“Misella is the princess of Peka.”
Verafia’s big eyes blinked playfully. “Moreover, Filir and Lancaster are your parents. Regardless of anything, this should be handed over to Misella.”
After placing the dagger into the princess’s hand, Verafia turned her face away.
The remnants of the shattered chaos were rapidly disappearing, and a dark, tall tower reappeared before her eyes.
This was the “Tower of Heaven” built by the Abyssal Church. The tower reached the firmament of the world, with distinct cracks spreading across it. Through these cracks, the filthy, dark red from beyond the world poured down, emitting a terrifying aura that made one’s heart palpitate.
“This is the essence of the Abyss, the world the Abyssal Church truly pursues,” Igter said beside the girl.
