“The most noble princess in the flames—allow me to pledge to you, we have the ability to make Lord Ora reappear in this world. Your desires will also be provided by the Abyss. As long as you are willing to form an alliance with us.”
“Form an alliance with you… Heh.”
Unexpectedly, Verafia raised her pure and flawless face and let out a cold, disdainful laugh. “Abyss, hiding in the shadows for only a few decades, yet you boast before me? Abyss, what qualifications do you have.”
As the girl’s voice spoke, the flames in mid-air flickered, and the Blood Grand Duke on the golden throne stood up in response, the color of blood surging back, suppressing the surging golden brilliant light.
Dylan frowned, but continued, “Miss Verafia, with your status… it is natural for you to look down on us. But you don’t have to be so resolute. If you are willing, why not wait until after today and meet with the Saintess personally…”
Without waiting for the other party to state their offer, after a disdainful hum, brilliant flames gathered in the girl’s slender hand, the dazzling flame light reflecting on her face, with a few strands of delicate hair like scorching gold swaying.
A clear phoenix cry echoed from the long sword formed by the flames.
The Abyss Envoy’s voice stopped abruptly. He clearly felt threatened by the girl’s actions.
Verafia raised her eyes and spoke with extreme indifference.
“You’ve said enough. I’ve already said you don’t have the qualifications.”
“Heh… If that’s the case, we cannot possibly force the noble you.”
Dylan sighed long and regretfully, no longer trying to persuade her. He raised his gaze and looked at her again, asking:
“Miss Verafia, please allow me my confusion: your intelligence far surpasses mine, but why are you so arrogant?”
Dylan truly did not understand Verafia’s choice. Even if he put himself in her shoes, his proposal was beneficial and harmless to her. In fact, her need to find a suitable ally was much greater than that of the Abyss.
Moreover, even setting aside these points, this was Duke Oran’s territory. Given that the Blood Grand Duke had almost tacitly agreed to an alliance with the Abyss, such an open confrontation was an act of utter arrogance.
As expected, even though the Blood Grand Duke did not make a sound, the power of blood in the space became more active and distinct, as if ready for war at any moment.
The slender girl’s voice contained countless disdainful nuances:
“Abyss, your time of birth was during my slumber. However, since my awakening, I have witnessed your actions.”
“For a conspiracy that merely wished to avoid Lancaster’s detection, you did not hesitate to stir up a city’s commotion. Do you know how many innocent people have died tonight?”
Dylan was stunned, his eyes involuntarily blinking, wondering if he had misread the person. He had considered many reasons for Verafia’s refusal, but he had never expected the girl to calmly state such a preposterous reason.
Verafia stepped forward, and the brilliant flames spread with her steps.
The girl raised her beautiful eyes containing golden flames, revealing hostility and indifference:
“Abyss, I have felt your power. You originated from humans, but you draw power from some fiendish existence. Your actions are merely to destroy this world’s order… You preach that Sacred Light is false, but why don’t you mention the chaos you will bring?”
“Phoenix of Flames, you are ignorant!” The Blood Grand Duke roared angrily, as if feeling insulted.
Almost simultaneously, the entire space seemed to turn into a sea of blood, and a blood-red greatsword as large as a mountain was drawn from the sea, slashing down at the slender, tiny girl below.
Verafia didn’t even raise her face. Behind her delicate body, a cluster of golden flames shot up rapidly, cutting through like fiery wings of a rising phoenix. Almost instantly, the blood-red greatsword was melted by the incomparable high temperature, and the golden blazing flames almost instantly evaporated the blood energy that could fill an ocean!
Behind the Blood Grand Duke, more blood gathered, and a storm-like attack was about to pour down; Verafia’s exquisite face met the gaze of the black-robed Abyss Envoy.
“Dylan, I told you. Do you think you and a fallen immortal can deal with me?”
“As noble as you are, you naturally deserve such arrogance. However, Miss Verafia, you have only just awakened. This does not require Lord Oran. It is a pity, however, that your next awakening may be after thousands of epochs.”
Dylan drew his dark black sword, shaking his head with regret. The dark luster on the blade silently swallowed any approaching color. The Bard’s expression also turned cold.
“Princess of Flames, although history is long, I never knew you had such emotions. For a long time, the light of the blazing flames has belonged only to you. With your status, to be amidst mere humans at this moment?”
On the high platform of the hall, all the gold, silver, jade, and precious treasures melted into boiling, rich blood, gathering on the sword raised by Duke Oran, emitting an extremely terrifying fluctuation!
The raging flames swirling around Verafia’s delicate body extinguished the dark, silent light. Beneath her long eyelashes, her eyes flickered slightly. A subtle smile suddenly appeared on the girl’s lips, and she retorted:
“Status… Heh, Envoy of the Abyss, tell me, what is my status?”
Duke Oran’s movements seemed anxious, and the blood-red sword edge, carrying terrifying prestige, was drawn, about to strike!
Dylan shook his head. “Your Highness, to this point, do you still need such concealment? Your power in my eyes is as dazzling and piercing as the midday sun in the night sky…”
“Do you think I am that woman?”
Verafia mocked. Dylan suddenly felt something was wrong, but before he could even utter a sound, the girl’s clear and cold voice echoed in the solidified space.
“Dylan, you are from the Abyss. Although I haven’t interacted with you before, you cannot possibly not know the name Lothelser Tlaesis. This is my identity.”
“Lothelser Tlaesis!”
The shock in the Abyss Envoy’s heart was almost like a tsunami, but he subconsciously raised his head.
If this girl was indeed that legendary existence, she revealed her name and identity not because of him, but for Oran Solske, who was rumored to be both teacher and friend to the Hero of the Sacred Sword in the past!
She was forcibly compelling Duke Oran to withdraw his previous choice!
Dylan’s thoughts raced, but above the blood-red sky, Duke Oran’s drawn sword had already struck!
“Sla!”
The three sword lights swung by the Blood Duke descended like blood-red crescent moons, an unimaginable pressure crashing down on him. In the next second, the terrifying blade edge of the Blood Moon slashed down, directly cutting Dylan’s body in two!
