**Chapter 116**
Verafia naturally knew what this was. She sat up, clutching the thin blanket that covered her delicate body, her snow-white face flushed red. Angrily, she said, “You detestable guy, turn around quickly for this young lady!”
Ig, who had been kicked to the floor, did not hesitate in the slightest. Without even a hint of protest or daring to look at the young girl, he quickly turned away.
“Hey, wait!”
The girl’s voice, still full of considerable annoyance, sounded from behind him. “You should get out of here for me right now!”
Ig felt as if he had been granted amnesty. He grabbed his outerwear lying nearby and hurried out the door.
The door closed, and the room fell silent again. In the fresh air, tinged with the early morning sunlight, only the girl’s slightly rapid breathing remained.
“This guy… darn it, to treat me like this! Does he really think I’m easy to talk to!”
Verafia said indignantly, her chest heaving beneath the thin blanket. The flush on her exquisite snow-white face had not yet faded.
Verafia thought for a moment, and her slender, jade-like fingers gently pulled the blanket away from her delicate body. A few soft rays of sunlight touched her fair skin.
On her skin, which seemed to surpass snow in its fairness, there were no extra marks. This included her bra, and the pure white fabric adorned with delicate floral lace that was tied between her slender lotus legs and her exquisite hip bones. It looked clean and undamaged, not even showing any wrinkles from being touched.
“Hmm, was this guy really that honest…?”
Verafia sat on the edge of the bed, tilting her little head, and thought with some incredulity.
She naturally knew her body’s ability to attract the opposite sex. And Ig, undoubtedly, had developed feelings for her because of her appearance. Yet, yesterday, they had slept together, pressed closely, and the young man had not made any advances.
When Ig had hastily retreated just now, Verafia had seen that he only grabbed his outer coat, while his inner lining, tie clip, vest, belt, and other more personal clothing were still completely on.
Verafia pursed her lips. Perhaps due to still being hungover, her body felt thirsty from a slight dehydration. She turned and reached for the cup on the bedside cabinet.
However, the girl looked around but did not see any water container. So, she simply recited a couple of incantations, gathered a large mass of water element into the cup, and drank it down her dry throat.
“Ugh, drinking really causes trouble… but, it was only three glasses of wine, how did it turn out like this?”
Verafia slowly put on her elaborate long dress again. Her small hand propped up her still slightly aching little head as she complained. She then picked up the bracelet that Ig had taken off last night from the bedside cabinet and fastened it to her snow-like, fair wrist.
Yes, after she signed the contract with the Black-winged Monarch, his will resided there. Without her permission and demonic power, this former member of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Demon Race could not perceive the outside world. Verafia felt a little fortunate. Otherwise, if this old monster, who was an enemy rather than a friend, knew what she looked like yesterday, he would surely have mocked her greatly.
She shook her little head, and as her dizzy head gradually cleared, Verafia recalled some fragmented memories from her earlier dreams last night. From Ig’s words, it was likely that in her dream, under the descending swords, she had mistaken him for Illis and Princess Fei Li from her memories, which was why she had held onto him so tightly.
“I never imagined that even after becoming ‘her’, I would still have human dreams. This is truly laughable.”
Verafia mocked herself. Since becoming the young girl she was now, she rarely deliberately recalled memories of her past as Lothel. Those two young girls, Princess Filir, were now the Queen beside the throne of Lancaster.
As for that pure and beautiful, yet still cute, Saint Highness from back then… Verafia had never heard her name. The outcome of such a situation was self-evident.
The young girl lightly closed her eyelids. A few rays of sunlight passed through her slender eyelashes, gently touching her delicate skin.
In the dream before waking, the memories were undoubtedly much clearer. However, the scene that had not yet happened was shattered by the same sword.
Although, over countless years, Verafia had long since become numb to this, only leaving behind deep hatred… but experiencing it again, Verafia felt the almost visceral pain she had felt before.
However, the young girl lightly knitted her brows. In that intertwined dream, all the figures were her close friends from the past, and the epic stories they told were deeply etched in history… Seeing them in her dream was natural.
But, Verafia remembered, there was a black-haired young man, as an exception.
“…Ig.”
After a long silence, Verafia softly uttered his name and slowly opened her eyes. She thought that not only she herself thought of the young man’s face repeatedly, but even the black-haired young man who appeared in her vision at the end of the deep abyss of flames.
“What a joke, this guy is just my tool… do I have feelings for him?”
Verafia’s clamor gradually subsided, and her small face gently drooped.
She remembered again that when she had first woken up, the first emotion that surged upon seeing the young man beside her was “shyness,” which was not feigned, and the faint sense of loss in her heart after letting go of his hand.
Verafia was not someone who was good at deceiving herself. Although this young man named Ig seemed to have reservations about her as well, over these past six months, she had developed feelings, more or less, for this human she spent her days with.
–Although, it wasn’t “liking” or “love,” but more like a sense of attachment developed from being together for many days.
“How can this be…?”
Her slender, almost transparent voice was filled with contradiction.
She had returned to this world for revenge, carrying the memories of Lothel. She could not accept “liking” Ig; even in her plans, this so-called “junior” was merely a pawn.
The girl sat on the edge of the bed, her slender, jade-like fingertips involuntarily fiddling with her hair. She lightly bit her lips, and in her pupils within her snow-white face, the beautiful golden flame colors flowed faintly, revealing a rare hint of confusion.
…
Ig waited anxiously outside the girl’s room.
Although Verafia had told him to leave earlier and hadn’t asked him to wait for her, Ig dared not escape on his own.
Since the little phoenix hadn’t beaten him to death on the spot, it meant that although the young girl was very angry, she wasn’t so enraged to the point of killing him to vent her anger. Staying here would at most result in her beating him.
If he had dodged away, perhaps this little phoenix would get angry, completely ignore him, and then run away. In that case, he would have nowhere to regret.
As he was thinking this, suddenly, the girl’s room door was gently pushed open a crack. Ig quickly perked up, put a smile on his face, and went to greet her.
“Young Lady, you’ve come out…?”
