Chapter 376 Chapter 170 Shadow of the Light Queen
Anderdun felt the familiar power within his body again. However, Anderdun also knew that this divine spark was only temporarily lent to him by Verafia, and if he had any ill intentions, even without the contract, as long as the girl had a thought, she could easily reclaim the power within the divine spark.
“You want me to save this person?”
“After all, this young lady promised Eggesti.”
The golden-haired girl hugged her tender chest with her slender hands, saying cheerfully. She slightly raised her pale little face, and the soft sunlight gently touched her obedient golden long hair, making her face even purer and more moving. Her melodious voice was like the singing of a lark.
The girl’s slender and dense eyelashes blinked between her shimmering golden eyelids, and a playful smile appeared on her snowy cheeks. “Yes, although I don’t know what he’s thinking, this young lady just needs to do what she says.”
Having received Verafia’s promise, Anderdun naturally didn’t say anything more. Instead, as per her request, he used the opposing powers within the “Death” divine spark to suppress the “life force” within Marquis Ward’s body.
Verafia then slightly moved her lotus-like steps. Under the white silk, her slender and perfectly shaped legs stepped onto the ground with exquisite little boots, making a soft sound.
The girl walked up to Marquis Ward. Her silky smooth golden hair quietly flowed down her thin shoulders, like the finest silk. On her face, as fresh and beautiful as the first snow, her gorgeous golden eyes gazed upon him.
Although the surrounding air was silent, in the girl’s eyes, she saw the divine powers of “Creation” and “Death” clashing fiercely, with an intensity no less than a great battle.
Verafia suddenly extended her fine white fingertips and touched a wisp of life essence that had been shattered by runes and scattered in the air. Her tender skin felt a familiar warm and moist touch, which was then instantly burned away by a beautiful golden flame.
“Verafia, you’ve sensed it, haven’t you… the life force within this human is not much different from what you saw in the Sacred Light Church back then.”
The Black-winged Monarch’s voice suddenly came.
Verafia’s beautiful eyes looked at the divine power of life, and a faint smile curved on her exquisitely beautiful cheeks. She said, “You told me that back then, that’s why I came to confirm with Ward.”
What the girl mentioned was on the second day of her arrival in Lorinc, when she had gone with Ig to the Sacred Light Church to pay respects to Bishop Patel, who wore a purple robe.
At that time, Bishop Patel had served them a light fruit tea soaked in holy water, which contained a life force similar to the aura of Marquis Ward.
—Back then, Verafia had asked the nun for a lot, not because she was greedy, but because she wanted to obtain more samples for comparison.
Verafia’s scorching golden pupils slightly raised, as clear and bright as a pure stream. She shifted her gaze slightly: “However, what you said, I can see it clearly… then there is naturally no doubt about this problem.”
What Verafia was referring to, of course, was the relationship between the Church of the Dead Word and Bishop Patel, who wore a purple robe, and the Sacred Light Church behind him.
However, although it was said that within the church, there was a similarity to the life force within Marquis Ward’s body, even Verafia would absolutely not have been able to determine it if she didn’t indeed have the other half of the “Death” divine spark in her hand.
This was probably why no one had exposed Bishop Patel and the Sacred Light Church until now.
“Heh. Verafia, I don’t believe that you wouldn’t have harbored suspicion towards them if you hadn’t seen concrete answers, given everything they’ve done.”
The Black-winged Monarch’s voice came. “But you’ve never shown it… this is not the style of that righteous and sincere Hero from back then.”
“I can see that the sword from Lancaster back then really changed you quite a bit.”
Verafia’s slender fingertips gently played with a wisp of soft hair at her temples, and her slightly revealed, beautiful golden eyes turned to look at the black shadow in front of her. On her jade-white snow-like face, which had become even more radiant under the golden sunlight, a captivating smile suddenly appeared.
“Anderdun, I’ll take that as a compliment.”
By now, this so-called Church of the Dead Word was undoubtedly the shadow hidden behind the Sacred Light Church, which represented light and righteousness.
It could be said that everything it did was absolutely inseparable from Bishop Patel, who wore a purple robe, and it was even possible that half of Atros’s Creation divine spark had fallen into his hands. And the life divine power that this purple-robed bishop had added to the fruit tea back then was likely his means of corrupting Lorinc.
However, as Anderdun said, had she truly not harbored any suspicion towards them?
Verafia gently raised her butterfly-like head and slighty shook it.
At the very least, the moment she arrived in Lorinc, she could be certain that the other half of Atros’s divine spark was located in this city. And later experiences, for her, the actions of the Sacred Light Church and the Church of the Dead Word, made it not difficult to speculate on their relationship with that half of the divine spark.
But, precisely because of this, Verafia had at least maintained silence on the surface. The temptation of half a divine spark was enough to drive any Saint rank person mad, and with her strength, how could she guarantee that she would obtain it?
And, as Anderdun had said, allowing a bishop who had fallen into heresy and could even endanger all living beings to act was something that would have been impossible for Lothel back then… However, for her now, what could it be considered?
“Heh, Verafia. I’m a little curious, what would Ig and Eggesti think if they knew your thoughts?”
“Ig… even with him, I wouldn’t abandon my mission.”
Verafia softly murmured.
She suddenly shook her head, looked at the Black-winged Monarch who had just mocked her, her golden eyes shimmering with light, and then smiled softly, her voice clear and resonant.
“However, as for Eggesti… Anderdun, do you really think that he, now a Marquis, knows nothing?”
The Black-winged Monarch was stunned for half a moment. And the golden eyes of the girl continued to speak in a clear voice:
“Or, do you really believe that he truly doesn’t know that Bishop Patel’s alliance is a trap, designed only to get him to move his army out of the city?”
“… Verafia, do you mean that Eggesti allied with this Bishop, or at least condoned it, and therefore allowed them to act recklessly?”
Anderdun’s tone was filled with disbelief. “But Eggesti is the lord of this city… the entire city is equivalent to his private property. What could he gain by allowing these people to corrupt his city?”
Verafia gently shook her head, a cold smile appearing on her face.
And her gaze fell upon the golden radiance in the air. After a moment, the girl turned her golden eyes again, let out a clear laugh, and spoke in a clear voice.
“Indeed… as its lord, he really has no such reason. But, what if his identity is not limited to being the lord of Lorinc and the Marquis of Mays?”
