“Tch. Nothing to thank for, you didn’t do anything anyway, you just watched these people rampage everywhere. In that case, it doesn’t make much of a difference whether I’m here or not.”
Miss Verafia crossed her slender hands in front of her chest, her big eyes gazing at the beautiful girl smiling softly before her. Suddenly, she raised her snowy face and snorted.
“Speak, what do you guys want?”
Elishia was silent for a moment, and just as she was about to raise her face to speak, Charle, who was beside her, suddenly looked up with his azure eyes at the girl before him.
“Miss Verafia, I believe you have personally witnessed the plight of Rubiel City. It’s impossible to deny that you would hand over the Blood Race girl behind you to us?”
“Hey, it was the Bloodwind Blade that messed up your city! This has nothing to do with Elishia!”
Miss Vera shouted, propping up her small face.
“Miss Vera, perhaps you are right, but she is of the Blood Race blood.”
Elishia looked at the Blood Race girl whom the girl was shielding and said.
“As a Phoenix, you do not understand the stories of Aslandt. Whether for the brilliance of Peka or the safety of everyone, all the venom of blood should not be ignored. If you…”
“I knew it. In the end, you’re still after this little vampire, so why are you saying all this in such a high-minded way.”
Miss Vera interrupted her and exclaimed, “In the end, aren’t you just trying to get Oran’s legacy through her?”
The girl’s clear voice echoed in the silent air. Elishia was silent for a long time, then gently shook her butterfly head, her pair of golden eyes gazing at the girl before her:
“It seems Miss Verafia knows something about this. However, for a legendary Miss Phoenix to be interested, there is probably only one existence in the entire Rubiel City that qualifies.”
Miss Vera snorted lightly, her expression unreadable on her small face.
The hair on Elishia’s golden-bordered gown, falling to her waist, stirred slightly. Facing the girl’s beautiful face, her elegant and gentle demeanor suddenly became resolute:
“However, to me, this is just a Pandora’s Box that brings disaster to Rubiel. In tonight’s unrest, be it the ambitious ones of Peka, or the ones in the dark manipulating behind the scenes, or even you, Miss Verafia, all of you are pouring your ambitions onto this thing that should have been buried long ago.”
“No matter what, the residual venom of the Blood Race from fifty years ago has been thoroughly purified by the Sacred Light!”
“Hey, it was you guys who did it, and you’re blaming me!”
Miss Vera’s expression instantly turned unhappy. Crossing her slender waist, she glared angrily. The expression in the girl’s big eyes also became unkind:
“Also, I don’t want to bother with the affairs between you humans and vampires. I just know that she hasn’t done anything wrong. You think you’re upholding justice and righteousness, so on what basis do you want to judge her?”
“Vampires are born of evil, and their crimes are known to the world. The decree of the Sacred Light is to eradicate all places that harm the world. Miss Verafia, please do not stop me.”
Elishia’s expression did not yield at all. Her clear tone was devoid of the elegant noble girl image from before, but rather like a resolute young knight.
Ig, watching the two girls, neither of whom was willing to back down, and the escalating aura between them, and then glancing at the Ice Dragon Girl behind Elishia, as well as more than twenty fully armed knights, couldn’t help but click his tongue.
Even though you are a legendary Phoenix, Young Lady, your arrogance is understandable, but there’s no need to become enemies with these people because of a vampire! With so many people, even you can’t defeat them!
While thinking this, Ig couldn’t help but shift his gaze to the Blood Race girl beside the girl. He didn’t remember his Young Lady having much of a relationship with this Blood Race girl?
The Blood Race girl noticed his gaze. Her bloody red eyes glanced at him slightly, and she continued expressionlessly to wrap her bandages around the arm she had burned in the previous battle.
“Hmph, saying it so nicely.”
The moment the other party finished speaking, Miss Vera’s voice instantly rang out, her scorching gold eyes revealing mockery.
“I’ve made my statement. This little vampire is someone I’m protecting! Don’t even think about touching her!”
Elishia’s beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly, and Charle beside her suddenly looked up.
“Aishi!” a clear and icy girl’s voice sounded.
“Charle, no.” Elishia quickly said.
Ophi’s smooth, jade-like slender hand grabbed the golden-haired girl’s wrist, her eyes filled with a hint of panic. Although Ophi felt quite wronged by Miss Verafia, she did not want to see her fighting with her friend.
“Tch.”
Miss Vera raised her eyes, patted her pure white palm, and was about to say something more when the expression in her eyes suddenly changed, and she couldn’t help but let out a soft “Oh?”
Elishia also noticed it and turned her face. Her brilliant golden eyes suddenly became solemn.
“Wait, there are others… They are the Bloodwind Blade!”
As the girl’s shout sounded, dozens of dark red blood rays lit up in the air. The foul smell of blood was no longer concealed, mixed with the sound of warhorses trampling the ground as they charged.
“It’s Claude.” Behind Miss Verafia, the Blood Race girl who had been silent all along suddenly slightly raised her face, the cold moonlight falling on her skin, and she spoke.
“Knights and guards of the Bert family, protect Miss Elishia!”
Dofiraia shouted. All the soldiers of the Bert family also grabbed their sword and shield, forming a solid formation, protecting Elishia and those around her in the center.
—Including Miss Verafia and Ig, and even Elishia was pulled by her. The two groups that were just on the verge of conflict instantly became one.
“Claude? Is he the leader of that Bloodwind Blade?”
Miss Verafia asked the Blood Race girl beside her, then stood on her tiptoes, propping up her little head, her big eyes looking around with great interest.
Ig was already used to the Little Phoenix’s thick skin.
Since she is a legendary Miss Phoenix, with such a background, being a little curious is not a problem.
Dozens of elite Bloodwind Blade bandit cavalry surrounded the group arrayed in formation, but they did not immediately draw their swords to attack.
Elishia also raised her hand to stop the knights beside her from drawing their swords. She looked at Miss Verafia, who was leaning on Ig and looking with her scorching gold eyes.
After a moment, a tall figure wearing a dark outer robe with a decent bow tie lining walked out. The person raised his face, a smiling face, and the demeanor of a Blood Race noble.
Ig, who was supporting her height in a rather indecent manner at the command of his Young Lady, seemed to notice the slight frown of the Blood Race girl beside him.
“Miss Elishia, as your servant, I should be honored to enjoy this beautiful moonlight with you.”
