Chapter 290 Chapter 84 Familiar
“Dofi…”
From the rift in space, crystallized magic power flowed, and Vicena, with her palm on her staff, tried to support herself to stand. However, the first thing that caught her eye was Verafia, who was gently lifting her eyes to look at her.
On the girl’s pure white delicate face, the noble gold in her pair of golden eyes seemed like burning fire flowing in the night. She seemed to also be watching herself.
Vicena couldn’t help but be slightly stunned. But soon, a slightly hurried girl’s voice appeared in the space.
“Teacher!”
Dofiraia rushed to Vicena’s side and supported her. However, the girl noticed that Vicena’s gaze was on Verafia and the others next to her, so she quickly explained, “Teacher, this is Miss Verafia and…”
Vicena saw the slender girl with delicate hair like silver silk, closely following Verafia, and couldn’t help but frown: “A Blood Race girl?”
The moment her voice sounded, in the space, all the flowing magic power and gas seemed to instantly solidify and fall heavily.
Even though Vicena’s voice was filled with weakness, and didn’t even contain a trace of magic power, as a Saint Rank standing at the pinnacle of the secular world, even a mere fluctuation of emotion in her speech and actions was enough to cause immense resonance in the material world.
Flarn’s delicate body trembled, and she instinctively opened her small bat wings. The rising crimson demonic power resisted the crushing pressure, and her face showed a hint of pain.
“Flarn!”
Almost at the same time, even before Verafia, who was next to the Blood Race girl, Ig was already blocking in front of her.
Dofiraia also became anxious and quickly grabbed Vicena’s wrist, “Teacher, Miss Flarn is my friend, she hasn’t done anything harmful…”
However, Vicena seemed not to hear. In the windless space, the tips of her blue and white long hair swayed slightly, and her pair of crystal clear indigo eyes gazed at the black-haired youth blocking in front of the Blood Race girl.
But, if anyone could directly see into the heart of the young mage, they would surely see that the mind of this noble and powerful Archmage, which should have been as clear as a calm lake, was stirred with uncontrollable ripples.
The black-haired youth, who seemed unremarkable except for his delicate features, was holding an ancient, worn sword in his hand.
The subtle changes in Vicena’s pupils were all seen by Verafia.
She had come here with Dofiraia precisely because she wanted to see Vicena… Although this girl who had once followed her seemed to be closer to Lancaster, a month ago, Vicena’s behavior did not suggest that she had completely abandoned Lothel.
The Court Mage gently raised her gaze, and the heavy pressure in the air, like a mercury ocean, disappeared. The blood magic that Flarn had instinctively summoned dimmed almost at the same time, and her delicate body trembled as she knelt on the crystallized magic floor.
Ig quickly supported her.
“Hey! You rascal, how dare you bully Flarn!”
A girl’s voice filled with annoyance rang out. Verafia, blocking in front of Ig and the silver-haired girl, forcefully raised her golden eyes and looked angrily at the Court Mage’s face.
Dofiraia, who was holding her teacher’s hand, wanting to mediate, became anxious. She had known Verafia, Miss Phoenix,’s personality for so many days. Although she could be reasonable most of the time, she was, in essence, a very spoiled girl, and it was impossible to make her yield.
Dofiraia was very afraid that her teacher would clash with Verafia.
The mage’s crystal clear indigo eyes, with faint light shimmering on her magic-patterned robe, gently lifted, shifting from the sword Ig held tightly to Flarn’s frosty white mage robe, which was like silk.
“I’m sorry… It’s just that I didn’t expect that Peka would still be able to see a Blood Race young lady nowadays, and… I couldn’t help but think of an old acquaintance. If I frightened you, please forgive me.”
Vicena gently lowered her head and apologized.
“Hey, do you think it’s over just by saying that?”
Verafia’s voice still sounded resentful.
Suddenly, Flarn, who was being supported by Ig, gently clutched Verafia’s skirt hem with her small hand. Flarn, whose face showed a hint of paleness, forcefully raised her ruby-like eyes and shook her head vigorously:
“Big sister, I’m fine. Senior Vicena didn’t mean it either.”
Ig naturally knew that it was impossible to let this little phoenix and Archmage Vicena, who was right in front of them, fall out. Even an injured Saint Rank could easily kill them, so he quickly tried to comfort them.
After a while, the resentment on Miss Verafia’s face gradually subsided, but she still crossed her arms and uplifted her fair, delicate face towards Vicena, letting out a dissatisfied hum.
Vicena didn’t pay much attention to the girl’s defiant behavior. Instead, she slightly shifted her head and spoke softly.
“You are Miss Verafia, aren’t you? I once heard that a Miss Phoenix appeared beside Marquis Mays’ son. I never expected to meet you here.”
“Hmph, it’s this young lady! But you know me through Dofiraia, right!”
Vicena nodded lightly at Verafia’s words, not denying it.
Because on the way here, Dofiraia had mentioned the girl’s identity when discussing magic potions with her. And for someone who only existed in legends… even for Vicena, she had only confirmed their existence through certain records.
Therefore, Vicena naturally wouldn’t forget about Verafia, a living phoenix.
The Court Mage’s indigo-crystal-like eyes lowered, falling on the girl with a pout, her fair, delicate face showing considerable impatience.
Approaching Verafia, she could easily sense, through the perception of elemental particles of a Saint-level mage, that the bright, fiery elemental particles in the spiritual vision of the elements were flickering according to the girl’s will.
Vicena gently lowered her eyes, observing the young girl before her.
The girl’s soft hair, like the radiant golden sun at dawn, broke through the dark and silent background of the space. Her exquisite and beautiful face was like an artwork meticulously carved by the gods. Although the girl’s star-like eyes were almost brimming with the anger of a human girl, Vicena could faintly perceive a cold and indifferent color within them.
Gorgeous flame colors… Coupled with a noble and detached will, it was indeed fitting for a Fire Phoenix.
However, a hint of hesitation suddenly flashed across the Court Mage’s face.
Vicena was certain that she had no trace of contact with the phoenix girl in front of her… In fact, there wasn’t even the slightest karmic connection. Yet, for some reason, she felt a very subtle, but undeniably existing familiarity from the girl named “Verafia.”
