Chapter 224 Chapter 18 Sword Test
After being bullied, Verafia naturally decided to take revenge.
Based on Miss Verafia’s perception of her bracelet, she roughly determined the general direction of the person who had attacked and robbed her.
However, because not only was her planned “Frost Heart” stolen, but her End was also damaged, the young girl and her party had no intention of staying in Dorun City any longer, and they immediately pursued.
Of course, knowing that most of Ophi’s silver coins had been spent on bizarre toys not long ago, Miss Verafia, uncharacteristically not overwhelmed by anger, took on several convenient missions before the pursuit.
North of Dorun City, south of the southeastern territories of Penka in the Andelfir Province, lies the Highland of Glan. Although there is a small town ruled by a baron nearby, most of the area remains a dense jungle and wilderness where magical beasts roam.
This was the third day of the young girl’s pursuit. Along the way, Miss Verafia’s resentment did not diminish. She not only scared away several merchant caravans and adventurers who tried to approach her kindly, but she also wielded her staff and burned more than ten powerful magical beasts who had no foresight and dared to provoke her.
However, although Verafia claimed her perception of the crystal bracelet was quite close, the young girl still could not determine its exact location.
Thus, seeing the dusk deepening, Miss Verafia had no choice but to pout her lips, continue to set up tents and a campfire, and decide to rest for a night in the wilderness.
After a simple rest, Verafia ignored Ig and Ophi, who were engaged in their usual practice, and instead chose to pull her skirt and sit on a large rock, the twilight’s afterglow casting upon the expensive fabric of her skirt.
The girl brought her slender, white knees together, her little hands holding the End that she had gotten from Ig. Her star-burning pupils and streaks of golden hair were reflected on the edge of the long sword.
Verafia sat on the ground, the twilight sunlight illuminating the hem of her white skirt. The young girl lowered her delicate face, her slender, jade-like fingers lightly touching the body of the End.
The dimming sunlight reflected off the metal of the sword. The golden flame reflected in the young girl’s star-burning eyes ignited colors in the twilight. However, within the long sword, the ink-black, abyssal, mist-like darkness was extremely glaring.
“The power of the Abyss, but it seems a little different…”
Verafia murmured softly, her delicate eyebrows furrowed involuntarily.
In fact, Verafia did not know much about the material of the “Abyss” even now. Since she woke up.
She had encountered an organization calling itself the Abyssal Church. Besides the church envoy in the Setting Sun Forest, there was also the envoy “Sloth,” who had transformed into the bard Dylan in the Duke Territory of Lansiat.
Therefore, Verafia could not determine whether the substance entwining the End was demonic power of the Abyss or some similar material.
However, it made little difference to Verafia. If it weren’t for this substance the young girl had never known, her flames would have long ago completely erased this corrosion from the End.
Verafia’s jade finger, which had been touching the broken edge of the sword, paused. Her scorching golden eyes became slightly serious, and suddenly, within the End, pure golden flames instantly lit up the entire surface of the sword.
Pure, yet noble golden flames burned fiercely, attempting to completely erase the resisting, decaying objects; however, the black substance corroding the End, even after most of it was burned away by the golden flames, still clung to the sword like an inveterate erosion.
“Tegasol…”
Verafia murmured, sighed softly, and withdrew her slender jade fingers. The flames on the End completely receded, and the “Abyssal” energy entwined on it slowly spread again, quickly returning to its original form.
“If I want to eradicate it completely, I need to at least raise my flames by another tier. But…”
Verafia took the long sword down from between her slender knees. The ancient blade’s dimming luster reflected a bit of the young girl’s exquisite face. Verafia gritted her teeth lightly.
If this sword in her hand were not Tegasol, she would have probably thrown it away directly.
But not only was the End her last sword, but it was also one of the few links between her and Ig. If she were to lose this sword, how could she have Ig impersonate as Lothel’s successor?
Thinking of this, Verafia rubbed her beautiful hair in annoyance. With the other hand supporting her cheek, her white cheeks puffed out, but for a moment she couldn’t think of a solution.
“Elder Sister. This sword, you still haven’t found a solution?”
Beside her, Flarn, who had been waiting quietly, spoke in a soft, tender voice.
Flarn looked at Verafia with her ruby-like big eyes, gently took Verafia’s arm supporting her cheek, and then used her delicate, slender fingers to gently smooth the golden hair that Verafia had ruffled.
In the past few days, Flarn had seen Verafia stubbornly studying the End several times, but each time the young girl ended with a look of annoyance and anger.
Verafia turned her head to look at Flarn, who was gazing at her with wide eyes, and pouted. She ruffled the girl’s soft silver hair with her slender little hand and then said, “Hmph, if it weren’t for that bastard using such a strange energy like the ‘Abyss,’ I would have solved it long ago… Damn it. It’s all that guy’s fault.”
As she spoke, Verafia patted her skirt and stood up. The remaining sand on her clothes was burned away by golden flames. Flarn stood up and followed the young girl, quickly catching the End that Verafia had casually thrown.
“Elder Sister, are you planning to…?”
Verafia raised her face, snorted lightly, and looked at Ig, who was sparring with Ophi not far away, with a displeased expression and said, “Of course, I’m going to give that guy who makes me so annoyed a lesson!”
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The metal sword in Ig’s hand clashed rapidly with the spear blade of the Ice Dragon Girl opposite him. The cold light of the frosty blade extinguished patches of the falling twilight sunlight.
Although they had agreed with Ophi before that they would only compare skills and not use their magic or physical strength, Ig’s sword momentum was still at an absolute disadvantage against the Ice Dragon Girl’s spear aura.
After all, the last time Ophi accidentally injured Ig, the rather timid Dragon Clan’s little princess had restrained much of her strength in every sparring session to ensure that she could stop every attack.
“Bang.”
Ig pressed on his sword, blocking a thrust of the spear blade with a horizontal slash. The next moment, he slashed straight down.
However, the ice dragon spear also moved with a cold gleam, forcefully breaking through the long sword’s attack, making Ig’s hard-won counterattack forced to terminate, and he was once again caught under a barrage of spear thrusts.
