Chapter 189: Disliking Them
The bloodied sword edge cut through Dylan’s body without obstruction. The rich scarlet color, like magma, rapidly collided with the pitch-black light rays resisting within his body, continuously encroaching and spreading.
The energy surging on the dark sword Dylan raised also rapidly faded. He suddenly gave a wry, helpless smile.
“I truly never imagined that you… would be such a being. It was indeed my oversight. Yes… how could the glorious Hero of that year have perished so easily?”
The Abyss Envoy’s eyes once again looked towards the girl, who appeared even more flawless and beautiful under the interweaving moonlight of a blood moon and the brilliance of flames. He shook his head and spoke.
“However, who would believe that the savior Hero of that year… would become such an enchanting girl?”
“That’s none of your business,” Miss Verafia said with a poker face, her voice as cold as frost.
The sword in the Abyss Envoy’s hand dissipated into black smoke, and he shook his head self-deprecatingly. He did not suspect the girl was impersonating. If it weren’t as the girl said, why else would Duke Oran have attacked him? It was just…
Dylan looked at his body, which was about to collapse under the erosion of the blood-red light, and suddenly raised his face again, looking at Verafia.
“However, Your Highness Princess, with your esteemed status, how long can you uphold such a belief? If, one day, you were to abandon this, would you perhaps remember this moment?”
Dylan once again addressed the girl walking towards him with the title of “Princess.”
Verafia’s golden, flame-flowing pupils suddenly sharpened. The flame longsword in her jade-like slender hand suddenly slashed down. Pure golden flames surged up, engulfing the already tattered body of the bard!
“But no matter what, Miss Verafia, the doors of the abyss will always be open for you—” the bard’s voice came through the gaps of the burning flames.
Verafia slightly raised her head, her eyes looking at Dylan, who was instantly burned to ashes. Reflected in her jade face under the brilliant flame light, her expression appeared somewhat displeased.
“Lott—” a deep voice came from behind. Verafia composed herself, a finger flicked, and the gorgeous flame longsword in her hand once again transformed into a cluster of golden feathers and flew away.
Verafia turned her head. The tall Blood Race Grand Lord was already standing behind her, with blood-like viscous dark red hair draped over his shoulders. His will was echoing the colors of the entire sky.
Even though the other party’s face was very different from the swordsmanship teacher in her memory, Verafia had no difficulty recognizing his identity. The girl’s golden eyes gazed at the Blood Race Grand Lord, and the corners of her lips curved slightly.
“Teacher Oran… I really didn’t expect that after we parted ways in the Holy City, I would only see you again now. But you haven’t changed much—”
“But I almost didn’t recognize you.”
Oran looked at the incomparably dazzling and beautiful slender girl before him and shook his head. “If you hadn’t called my name at the beginning, perhaps my judgment would have been the same as that Abyss Envoy. I dare not believe that the most dazzling swordsman of the Kingdom back then would become a girl.”
“After all, unlike you… I have already completely perished.”
Verafia was not angered by Oran’s words. She merely tilted her face slightly, and a few silk-like strands of hair slid down her skin on her exquisite face, as if carved by the gods.
Verafia’s golden eyes flickered slightly, revealing a touch of loneliness. “I had no choice.”
Oran fell silent. Although both had perished, he clearly understood the difference between himself and the girl.
He had perished under the Sacred Sword, and it was only after his damaged will and spirit entered the immortal domain that he was able to remain in the world. As for the girl…
“Is it Lancaster?” Oran suddenly asked.
Verafia nodded, her exquisitely carved jade fingers tightening slightly on the gold-trimmed skirt hem. The girl suddenly closed her eyes, then smiled and apologized to the tall Blood Race Duke before her.
“Teacher Oran, it was me who made you completely reject the Abyss’s invitation just now.”
Verafia saw it very clearly. Duke Oran’s original intention was indeed to accept Dylan’s invitation. Even at the last moment, his actions were to try and stop her.
That’s why Verafia revealed her identity in the end: If her thoughts were correct, Duke Oran, knowing the advantages and disadvantages, would not allow Dylan to know she was Lottelsel, as this would bring her disaster. So, in the end, Duke Oran had no choice but to give up his desires and choose to attack Dylan.
But it was precisely because of this that Verafia felt apologetic towards her former swordsmanship teacher.
“That’s nothing. Fifty years ago, I also refused their invitation.”
Duke Oran comforted the girl. “However, I can sense that the Abyss Envoy who died here was just an avatar of him. Even if his consciousness is not connected to his true form here, you should still be careful.”
Verafia nodded. She also knew that the “bard” Dylan in front of her was his true form, while what was burning under her golden flame sword was only the “Abyss Envoy” with the black robe and black sword.
Looking at the girl before him, Duke Oran suddenly let out a long sigh.
“But, Lott, frankly speaking, I genuinely wanted to accept the Abyss’s invitation. As a knight personally enfeoffed by the former king, I could have refused them for the same reason as you back then.”
Duke Oran’s gaze fell on the girl’s slightly lowered face, his scarlet blood eyes rippling with emotion. He clenched his fists. “However, for fifty years of darkness, I have been thinking of revenge all the time.”
Verafia did not reply.
“But I can sense… that there is another reason why you so decisively rejected him.”
“Teacher Oran, I have experienced what you felt countless times.”
Verafia raised her little face, revealing a faint smile, and said earnestly to the Blood Race Duke.
“Hate born from glory… I know this shouldn’t be, but I have no intention of changing it. Actually, I don’t care about everything Dylan said before, or the words I used to refute him. I have only returned to this world for revenge.”
“Then you…”
Duke Oran looked at the girl, who had become a stranger again, with some astonishment and shook his head helplessly. “Then why did you do this?”
“This… Hmph, I simply don’t like them!”
Looking at the girl’s cute little face with a petulant expression and spoiled tone, Oran couldn’t help but tremble.
“I really can’t believe that the you before my eyes is the Lottelsel of the past.”
Hearing his voice, Verafia withdrew her previous demeanor, revealing a faint smile.
The girl’s exquisite, jade-like face reflected the remaining afterglow, revealing a clear and cold color. She blinked slightly and said softly.
“After all… I am no longer Lottelsel. I am Verafia now.”
