Chapter 426: Chapter 220 Shadow of Jealousy (Part 1)
Miss Verafia slightly lowered her long eyelashes, concealing her golden-flame colored eyes.
In fact, even if this divine kingdom of Atros was intact and its life-giving creative divine power was fully sufficient to eternally nurture an entire city-state kingdom, Miss Verafia still did not believe that Chrisis’s delusion had even a shred of feasibility.
The essence of life is possession and deprivation. Perhaps for an individual, greed can be satisfied by abundant material possessions, but when expanded to an entire group, comprised of countless thinking and spiritual beings, how can it be overcome? Endless greed, compounding without end?
The most direct example is the gods destroyed in the Mythic Era and their time.
However, Miss Verafia saw no need to say more to Chrisis.
Suddenly, Chrisis’s light laughter was heard: “Actually, I know in my heart, the reason I accepted this Creation Divine Spark is more importantly because I want revenge… At least, Patel, and that group of corrupt holy officials under him, have gotten their wish.”
A ripple passed through Miss Verafia’s eyes:
“Chrisis, I also want to know, besides Douglas and the necromancers of the Magic Kingdom, who else is behind you?”
Behind the necromancer Rog is Fatter, the current king of the Magic Kingdom.
Now, regarding this former companion, although they had not directly clashed, Miss Verafia’s wariness of him was surpassed only by Lancaster… However, Chrisis was ultimately in a land under the protection of Peka and the Sacred Sword, so even Fatter could only interfere covertly at best.
As for Douglas, although this great enemy of Ig’s talent and disposition were commendable, he was still far from being able to control the overall situation.
For Miss Verafia, although it had only been half a year since her return to the human world, she had experienced no small number of events… Regarding who was behind Chrisis, Miss Verafia already had some suspicions, but she still raised her eyes to look at her.
Chrisis simply shook her head lightly, not responding. She suddenly tilted her head up to look at the girl opposite her, whose red silk evening gown and Phoenix Fire Wings made her even more stunning, and suddenly said:
“Miss Verafia, you are not simply Miss Phoenix as the rumors say, are you?”
Miss Verafia’s eyelashes lifted slightly, her golden bright eyes gazing.
Chrisis looked at her right hand, which had shed its flesh and revealed its smooth, white fingertips, and spoke to herself:
“Before, even as I was being devoured by the Creation Divine Spark, I could still feel your magnificent and terrifying flames… Even before this world opened, you clearly had many ways to leave this domain.”
Chrisis’s voice was clear and cold, as if steeped in moonlight, and she suddenly broke into a smile: “Miss Verafia, you… you came for this Divine Spark in my hand, didn’t you?”
Miss Verafia slightly raised her cheek. Even the damaged divine realm seemed to reflect the clear moonlight, falling upon her snow-white, delicate face.
“It seems so… However, it should be so. If my guess is correct, with your noble status, what else on me, besides this small Divine Spark, would catch your eye?”
Her light laughter stirred the quiet atmosphere in the air. She suddenly extended her slender white palm, green radiance flashing, and the Divine Spark, transparent and crystalline, faintly emitting a clear, faint light, appeared in her palm.
“Chrisis, you want to…”
“This Divine Spark was originally a gift from the young master to me… However, Miss Vera is by the young master’s side. Returning it to you is only right, isn’t it?”
Her relieved voice stirred the traces in the space. Chrisis showed a smile, her sapphire blue eyes faintly retaining a trace of remembrance. Suddenly, she looked at the girl again, her gaze becoming serious.
“However, for someone of your nobility to be willing to stay by the young master’s side… I do not wish to speculate too much about you, but I request Miss Verafia, please do not deceive the young master.”
“Wait, Chrisis, you are doing this…”
Miss Verafia’s pupils beneath her long lashes trembled slightly, and even her heart was filled with disbelief.
She had not expected that because of Ig, Chrisis would be willing to give up a Divine Spark to her.
– This was a divine status, entirely sufficient to ignite an all-out war between nations!
What’s more, Chrisis’s body, which had been reformed after continuous metamorphosis, was entirely supported by the Divine Spark. Giving the Divine Spark to herself was tantamount to condemning herself to death!
Her slender, jade-like, tender fingertips clenched slightly. Even though Miss Verafia had been determined to obtain the Creation Divine Spark, at this moment, she could not help but hesitate.
The girl’s long lashes opened, her eyes like a golden moon gazing at Chrisis. Through the thin moonlight of the divine realm’s sky, it spilled upon her, casting a slender shadow on the ground.
Suddenly, Miss Verafia’s pupils constricted, and she instinctively looked up, wanting to cry out.
But almost simultaneously, Chrisis’s reflection on the ground spread and stretched. Suddenly, a figure flashed out, her slender hand grabbing a strangely shaped short sword carved with the dark raven domain, not even leaving a shadow in the space, and stabbed directly through Chrisis’s back!
In a mere instant, even before Miss Verafia had raised her face and gathered her flaming demonic power, Chrisis’s delicate smile froze on her face. Endless life force was instantly drained away, her flesh and blood consumed, turning into withered dust.
At this moment, Miss Verafia’s willpower-condensed flame attack descended. The woman merely flicked her sword edge, a fleeting dark light splitting the flames, and the “Creation” Divine Spark landed in her hand.
Miss Verafia stopped abruptly, her golden eyes intensely watching the figure in the black robe that appeared from the shadow. Beneath the hem of her exquisite evening gown, the clear sound of crystal high heels tapping on the floor broke the silence of the space.
“Chrisis, you clearly made a choice, why did you suddenly give up again?”
The woman’s slender fingers caressed the surface of the Divine Spark in her hand, her sighing tone as if reminiscing about a departed friend.
But Miss Verafia could not help but frown. The other party’s voice was melodious and resonant, but to her, it carried a sense of familiarity, and a name appeared in her mind.
“Verodia!”
Just then, the woman raised her face. Beneath her soft chestnut hair were calm brown eyes. Apart from her expression and pretense, she was clearly the young girl Verodia, friend of the bard Dylan, from Rubiel City in the Duke Territory of Lansiat!
However, on Verodia before her, there was not the slightest trace of the elegance and composure she possessed as a noble lady. Instead, there was a plainness bordering on indifference in her expression.
Furthermore, although her temperament was completely different, from her, Miss Verafia clearly felt a fluctuation almost identical to Dylan’s, who had revealed his “Greed” identity before the throne of Grand Duke Oran in the City of Blood.
“I didn’t expect you to still remember me… Miss Verafia, long time no see.”
Seeing the girl’s suddenly solemn expression, Verodia slightly raised her face and smiled at her as well.
