Chapter 74 A Meeting of Light
Verafia cupped her hands, her slender eyelashes gently closing.
A wish to be made to the stars?
She actually had many, many desires: a garden overflowing with white roses, a beautiful lake sparkling like a sapphire, a pretty little house of her own, and exquisite dresses, sweet cakes… She had also thought, if the world were truly peaceful, she could enjoy a quiet, sweet journey.
But when it truly came to making a decision, she found herself momentarily at a loss.
Her own wish… Perhaps the original Verafia would have wished for revenge, to pierce Lancaster and Dawn’s hearts with her sword, even if it meant her own death. However, such hatred had already caused her to lose so much.
“If it were the former Lothel, would she wish for the war to end and for world peace over the person she likes?”
Verafia couldn’t help but think.
But she was no longer the hero she once was… Compared to her past self who was willing to sacrifice everything for the world, although she still fought due to her responsibility as a goddess, Verafia felt that she was now a selfish girl.
She was a greedy girl, cherishing even more what she possessed now, and yearning to gain more from the people she cherished and loved.
Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and Igter took her tender hand again. Verafia opened her eyes and saw the smile on the young man’s face.
“What did Veer wish for?”
“Hmph, I’m wishing to Goddess Princess, why aren’t you the one saying it?”
Verafia pouted displeasedly. Igter smiled and ruffled her little head, so she also pretended to be brave and lifted her little face with effort:
“Hmph, but it’s not a big deal to tell you. Cough, cough, listen carefully. This young lady, of course, wishes for Little Fei, Flarn, and the others to be safe… Hmm, and I hope you, this guy, can quickly marry the girl you like!”
Although it was blurted out with a burst of courage, it had a feeling of giving up. Verafia’s little face flushed red. She partially lowered her eyelashes and tugged forcefully at Igter’s hand, urging, “Igter, it’s your turn to speak.”
“Me?”
The girl’s pure white little face was slightly flushed, captivating. Igter gently extended his hand to caress it, feigning deep thought. “Of course, I’m looking forward to Vera’s words coming true. Hmm, at that time, Vera, wearing a wedding dress, will be even more beautiful than last time.”
“Hmph, idiot. Young Lady didn’t say she’d marry you!”
Verafia’s little face immediately turned red. She stomped her foot, shook off Igter’s hand, and ran into the distance. Surprisingly, despite the shame, the sweetness that welled up in her heart made her heart race.
Igter gazed at the girl’s retreating figure under the serene night sky. The white silk of her dress was blown by the gentle wind, as pure and bright as an untainted, radiant moon.
What he had just said was, of course, to tease this goddess.
In reality, Igter’s wish was very simple: he only wished for the girl he loved to be forever happy and joyful.
A slight smile appeared on his lips. Igter gently held his hand, still retaining the soft touch of the girl, and quickened his pace to catch up with her.
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“Veer, you’re here.”
A soft, beautiful female voice sounded. Igter felt traces of the immense power of flame being ignited. He looked up, and ripples appeared in the serene mid-air, traces of red lotuses spreading, and a goddess in a crimson silken dress emerged.
Herafir’s crimson pupils slightly lifted, and seeing Igter behind the girl, she revealed a smile. “Igter is here too.”
“Your Highness Herafir.”
The Flame Goddess lightly shook her head, her crimson silk hair flowing down. “No need for that. Like Vera, you can call me sister.”
“Hmm, Herafir?”
Verafia’s voice sounded. She also lifted her little head, looking at the approaching goddess. “Sister Herafir, why have you come?”
“I still owe Vera an answer.”
“An answer… you mean, about the ‘Abyss’?”
Verafia’s rose-gold pupils flickered slightly. She turned her head to look at Igter, recalling her question from before. However, Herafir had seemed unable to answer back then, so she hadn’t expected her to find her so quickly.
“Yes, that’s right. However, it shouldn’t be me who answers… Come, Vera, I’ll take you to see someone.”
Herafir said gently, looking at the girl. With a light wave of her slender hand, traces of rose-red were opened by her. Verafia nodded, took Igter’s hand, the laws of life lingering around them, and followed Herafir into the void.
The void where the two goddesses walked was as serene as the night sky. Verafia looked down, hearing the cheers of the allied forces, the campfires lit, and the invisible silhouette of the Tree of Life she had placed reached into the sky.
She turned her head again, and in her magnificent golden eyes, she witnessed the bright sacred light emanating from the glorious holy city. She paused involuntarily, hesitatingly raising her head. “Sister said the person we’re going to meet is in the Holy City of Light… Could it be the God of Light?”
Herafir nodded. “Yes, Vera is correct.”
This was not a difficult thing to guess. Upon hearing Herafir’s answer, Verafia’s heart still couldn’t help but stir. From time immemorial, the God of Light had been the most special deity among humans. His faith spread throughout the entire world, and he had saved human civilization more than once.
For Verafia herself, when she was not in her current identity, as Lothel, she was also a believer in light. Even the title of hero came from a divine oracle of sacred light.
Verafia’s slender eyelashes trembled slightly as she walked out following Herafir. Brilliant divine radiance immediately entered her pupils. Verafia was no stranger to such a scene; it was the Temple of Light.
The statues of countless saints stood tall, and the magnificent murals depicted sacred stories. Although the gold, silver, and jade ornaments and gems adorning the temple had not yet been removed due to Moon’s rebellion, in this luxurious scene like an imperial palace, the sanctity of light still lingered.
However, this sacred hall was empty. As symbols of the Church, the red-robed cardinals and the knights of sacred law were not present in Verafia’s sight.
“Sister Vera, and Brother Igter.”
A soft, tender voice sounded, causing Verafia to turn her face. Siya, dressed in a pure white Saintess long dress, nimbly emerged from her slender, delicate body and hurried towards them.
“Siya, why are you here… Could it be, Sister Herafir?”
Verafia looked at the red-haired saintess who had run to her side, then turned her head to look at Herafir beside them.
Logically, as an imperial princess and a Saintess of the Church, Siya would not have been free this evening, let alone come to this empty holy hall.
“Your Highness Herafir said that Sister Vera needed my help, so I came.”
Siya looked at the Flame Goddess beside them and then lifted her little head, smiling sweetly.
“However, Sister Vera doesn’t need to worry. Brother Andes is helping me deal with those imperial nobles… As for those bishops, they heard it was Sister Vera, and they didn’t have the confidence to refuse my request to use the holy hall.”
