Chapter 121 Chapter 39 Under the Twilight (Part 2)
“Young Lady, you’re saying it’s because of me, and Master Lothel’s End?”
Ig repeated, then thought of what the girl had said to him when she went to the blacksmith’s shop, and couldn’t help but glance sideways at her small face, which looked even more exquisite as porcelain in the afterglow of the sunset.
“If it weren’t for that, why would this young lady go to so much trouble!”
To Ig’s surprise, Verafia suddenly turned her small face and glared at him forcefully, puffing out her cheeks and looking like she was frustrated that he wasn’t reaching her expectations.
“As this young lady’s attendant, Ig, your strength is so low, how can it be this low! If word of this got out, wouldn’t it be embarrassing for this young lady?”
Looking at the girl’s bulging snow-white cheeks, Ig couldn’t help but smile awkwardly.
He had long since given up on his Dou Qi state. But he didn’t expect Miss Phoenix to care so much, making Ig feel guilty in his heart.
“So, Young Lady, you mean…”
Verafia put her arms across her chest, tilted her fair chin, and snorted, “Of course, it’s to temporarily share some of this young lady’s power with you through this sword.”
“Your power?” Ig’s eyes shot up.
“What else? With your bronze-level body, you’ll just be dragging this young lady down in future fights.”
Verafia bit her small, white teeth slightly, a look of annoyance and dejection appearing on her porcelain-like, delicate and soft little face. The girl couldn’t help but mutter.
“Really, I shouldn’t have run out to play with you in the first place. We clearly agreed that you would be my attendant, so why does this young lady have to do everything herself…”
Ig coughed.
As a loyal and conscientious attendant to his Young Lady, Ig certainly wanted to shout injustice, but his rich experience these days told him that it was best not to argue about anything.
So, Ig decided to change the subject.
“Then, why did you directly tell Fernos about End’s existence?”
As Ig expected, Verafia, who was still complaining, raised her delicate face.
“It’s not that simple. Besides being Oran’s swordsmanship disciple, in Lothel’s memory, Fernos was a famous weapons master a hundred years ago, and he inherited the forging technique of ‘Burning Stars’ used to forge that End.”
“One could say that Fernos is the only person this young lady has seen so far who is suitable for remaking End in your hands. Look, aren’t his repair suggestions quite good… well, at least he’s provided a proper path, right?”
“So that’s how it is. He had a good relationship with Master Lothel in the past and knows the skill of forging End… No wonder you approached him.”
Ig mused, seeing the girl nod her little head in affirmation, his gaze fell on the blade of End, but a hint of hesitation appeared on his face.
“But it’s been a hundred years, and you don’t know if his character has changed. Didn’t you say that Master Lothel had a powerful enemy in the world? What if he tells this sword’s information…”
“What’s there to worry about?”
Verafia didn’t care about the young man’s worries at all. She extended her fair little leather boots from under her skirt and kicked a small stone by the roadside, then casually raised her small head, revealing her big eyes.
“This Fernos is a remnant of the Blood Race. If he were that kind of person, why would he end up like this? Moreover, even if he says such things, will that person really care?”
“But…”
Seeing the hesitation on the young man’s face, Verafia extended her slender fingertips and tugged at the corner of her skirt, which was soaked in the afterglow of the sunset, and said.
“What’s more, Ig, if you carry this End and use Lothel’s swordsmanship, your identity as Lothel’s successor will be known sooner or later. Even if Fernos reveals it beforehand, what of it?”
“This…”
Ig was speechless for a moment. He found that he couldn’t refute the girl.
Verafia slightly raised her eyes, her brilliant golden pupils catching sight of the long sword End held tightly in the young man’s embrace. Her thoughts hesitated for a moment, but then she raised her small face and let out a cheerful voice.
“Moreover, Ig, you don’t have to worry about that person who killed Lothel. Do you know who he is?”
Ig shook his head.
“Let me ask you again, has Lothel already been completely destroyed, body and soul? Furthermore, in this world, besides this young lady, does anyone know what that person has done?”
Ig looked at the girl’s scorching golden eyes watching him and reluctantly nodded.
“If that’s the case, then the person who killed Lothel also knows that you can’t possibly know who he is, right?”
Ig nodded.
Seeing the young man’s reaction, Verafia nodded her little face with satisfaction and stood on tiptoe to pat his shoulder.
“So, why would he attack you? If I were him, I might even wish for you to become stronger.”
The girl’s voice was clear and sweet. Although Ig felt it was a bit sophistical, he, having no authority in front of his Young Lady, did not dare to object without a valid reason.
“But who could this little phoenix be referring to…”
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Verafia looked at Ig’s slightly distracted profile, a faint smile appearing on her lips.
In fact, the reason she had Ig show End to Fernos was not because she would foolishly trust others as she had in the past, but for another matter.
The girl raised her head slightly, and the dim evening light fell on her delicate side profile.
The Bloody Rebellion fifty years ago, and the Blood Race girl of today, and Fernos… made Verafia clearly feel that the forces trying to stir up trouble in Rubiel were targeting her past old friend.
Their backgrounds must also be opposed to the current King of Peka, which is why they chose the former enemy of Lancaster.
The reason she had Ig show End was to choose allies for her; or to see through their true intentions.
Even if outsiders knew, her current identity as the girl of the Blazing Phoenix meant that she could not be linked to Lothel of the past in any way.
A clear light flashed in Verafia’s beautiful eyes.
Rather than that… she would even prefer for Ig to be known to the world as the successor of “Lothel”.
Of course, Verafia would naturally not tell the young man beside her.
She let out a light laugh, lowered her eyes slightly, and her beautiful scorching golden pupils hid the cold light. The girl turned her small face again and smiled charmingly, pulling the young man’s arm with her fair, tender little hand.
“Ugh, but it’s so late, Ig, let’s find a place to stay. Hmm… and, this young lady wants something delicious!”
The girl’s crisp and pleasant voice echoed through Rubiel City under the twilight.
Behind her, in the sky, the gradual setting sun was gradually devoured by the night, and the deep dark tide seemed to be about to move.
