Chapter 300, Chapter 94: The Disguised State of Mind
According to Dofiraia’s point of view, it was unrealistic for Ig to directly pursue Miss Verafia at this time, so it would be better to have Ig try to establish a closer relationship with the girl. Even if it was only on the surface, with the inertia of time, even Verafia would gradually get used to it.
In addition, Verafia, although very arrogant like a young lady, was still quite simple and tender-hearted. At least, Dofiraia believed that the first step had a good chance of success.
Although Ig found this statement ridiculous, he had no other good ideas at the time, so he nodded in agreement.
Of course, now standing before Miss Verafia with a forced smile and saying these words, Ig immediately realized that if he presented his intentions so clearly before this young lady, wouldn’t he be seeking his own death!
As expected, the maiden’s delicate eyebrows furrowed, and her pupils on her jade-like snowy cheeks rendered colors like scorching flames in the air.
The maiden’s gaze made Ig’s heart nearly stop for a moment, almost thinking that this Little Phoenix would grab the flames and kill him in anger.
Verafia suddenly raised her eyebrows slightly, and said with some displeasure on her snowy cheeks, “If you call me that… wouldn’t that seem very disrespectful to me?”
Ig breathed a sigh of relief, feeling fortunate that this Phoenix Miss, whose heart was as pure as white paper, indeed had different priorities from ordinary people.
“Young Lady, this is just what is said on the surface. Moreover, it’s just a title, and it surely won’t affect my admiration for you.”
Ig tried his best to reason with the maiden with furrowed brows, almost shamelessly kneeling and begging while holding her leg, before Miss Verafia reluctantly nodded, barely agreeing.
However, although she showed mercy to her attendant in the manner of a young lady, the maiden still very seriously emphasized that she was only accommodating him out of kindness, and in private, everything remained the same, and she must be respected from the heart.
Seeing that Ig had finally won the girl’s agreement, he naturally could not ask for more, so he quickly nodded, calmed down the rather unhappy Phoenix Miss, and then left.
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Only after confirming that Ig had completely left did Verafia slowly raise her face. The scorching golden eyes gradually lost the flame-like hue, revealing the cold colors she had been desperately hiding since Ig spoke.
“Did you want to kill him just now?”
A hoarse and indistinct voice came, attracting Verafia’s scorching golden eyes to move. On the bone fragment she had placed aside, black mist-like light rays emanated, and in the vaguely formed phantom, the form of the Black-winged Monarch in his prime could be vaguely seen.
Anderdun’s voice vaguely carried sarcasm: “He’s just an ignorant boy… Could it be because of your discomfort, or because this unauthorized action has exceeded your plan.”
“I don’t need him to do that.”
“Heh heh, Hero Sir…”
“Don’t call me Hero,” Verafia’s cold voice came, corresponding to her icy demeanor.
“Alright.”
Hearing the maiden’s taboos, Anderdun naturally had no reason to provoke her anger here, so he changed his words:
“Miss Verafia, have you forgotten who you are now? Such a beautiful and moving maiden, even I, who have roamed the Demon Realm for tens of thousands of years, have never seen anyone who can compare to you. Let alone a mere boy, even if His Majesty the Demon King were here, he would probably be smitten.”
Verafia’s lips curled with mockery. Although her face was frozen, under the rendering of a few streaks of sunlight, there was a sense of exquisite beauty born from a certain opposition. The maiden mocked:
“Is this liking? Humph, it’s just coveting the beauty of this body. A physiological need, what does it count as?”
“Physiological impulse… Heh, of course. However, if we talk about sincerity, Miss Verafia’s sincere feelings for Princess Filirya back then, even I have heard of them. It’s just a pity that she ended up by Lancaster’s side.”
Anderdun’s phantom surged, uttering, “Moreover, listening to the boy’s words just now, you cherished and protected a pearl back then, but it seems that Lancaster does not cherish it now. Instead, that little girl, I remember she…”
“Anderdun, you don’t need to provoke me with Fia. Unless you want to meet the Demon King in the underworld ahead of time.”
The maiden’s cold tone made the Black-winged Monarch’s words abruptly stop. As before, he had no reason to suffer for the sake of a sharp tongue. Moreover, Verafia now was almost completely different from Lothel, the Hero of the past.
The Black-winged Monarch coughed awkwardly and continued, “However, even so, Miss Verafia, you did not reject that boy afterward, but instead agreed to him? I don’t think you would care about a mere human now.”
“Anderdun, you’re meddling too much.”
Verafia, too lazy to argue with the Black-winged Monarch, stood up and made a stroke in the air with her slender, pale hand. A line of vibrant crimson flames, shimmering with scorching gold light, was outlined in the air.
Within the firelight, countless obscure rune lines formed a contract, and subtly, profound fluctuations occurred in the air.
Verafia raised her face, her scorching golden eyes gazing at the black phantom that suddenly fell silent in the overflow of flames.
Before Ig’s arrival, Verafia had been negotiating with Anderdun, who was imprisoned in the broken bone fragments. Although she, formerly Lothel, had an irreconcilable feud with Death Wing, one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Demon Realm, it was secondary to the current Verafia.
Since Verafia had devoured the demonic power of the Black-winged Monarch’s remains in the Abyss of Deathly Stillness and obtained half of the Divine Spark, until now, she had only managed to refine half of the Divine Spark… Furthermore, this Divine Spark did not match her attributes, and apart from repairing her own origin, it could not exert its true power.
Therefore, at this moment, after hesitating for a long time, Verafia decided to sign a contract with Anderdun. With his assistance, she could absorb the Black-winged Monarch’s demonic power faster and unleash the greater authority of the “Deceased” Divine Spark.
In addition, besides relying on Ig, Verafia could not afford to not seek assistance for Lancaster, and for “Hefiral,” whose figure was vaguely emerging.
And Anderdun, although a demon, was one of the few people Verafia was sure she could control.
“Anderdun, what do you think of this contract?”
The maiden’s clear voice rang out in the silent air. Verafia’s scorching golden eyes met the Black-winged Monarch’s gaze beneath the fiery contract.
