Chapter 442 Chapter 3: Playing in the Water and the Young Girl’s Thoughts
Although her voice was delicate and pleasant, Ig was drenched in cold sweat and quickly shook his head to refuse, “Young Lady, please don’t joke. How could I be interested in such a thing?” To raise a large group of girls by a beautiful swimming pool… well, even if Ig had such a thought, mentioning it in front of Miss Phoenix by his side would be akin to seeking death.
“Is that so… Hmph, you’re really boring.” Verafia pouted, her big eyes glaring at the black-haired young man sitting beside her. “This little phoenix sounds so disappointed. Could she be encouraging me to form a harem?” Ig thought to himself. However, Ig increasingly felt that this Young Lady Verafia was likely uneasy about him and was intentionally probing, so he reached out to stroke the girl’s silky hair and smiled as he tried to ask, “Why did Young Lady suddenly think of such a question… Besides, we’re lovers. Would Veer tolerate me accepting other girls?”
“Lovers… Hmph, that’s what they say. But Ig, you’re underestimating this young lady too much. Do you think I’m petty?” Verafia shook her head, breaking free from his grasp. Her gorgeous golden eyes slightly lifted to gaze at his face, and she said seriously, “This young lady isn’t like you human girls. I obviously wouldn’t care about a few girls!”
“Ah, this…” Ig was momentarily speechless. He looked at the girl’s slightly tilted, snow-white jade face, unable to discern whether this Young Lady truly thought this or was joking. But soon, a hint of annoyance appeared on the beautiful and flawless snow-white face before Ig’s eyes. The young girl raised a slender eyebrow and puffed out her snowy cheeks in displeasure, “Hey, you’re not believing me, are you?”
Watching Ophi and Fran play in the clear spring water, a hint of ill intent appeared on Verafia’s small face. She touched the young man beside her with her slender jade hand and then pushed him hard!
“Whoa, Young Lady—” Ig only let out a gasp before it was drowned out by the clear sound of water. Ophi, on the side, was also slightly startled, but immediately, her frost-blue eyes filled with joy: “Ig, you’re here too!”
Ig struggled to get up from the water. When he looked up, the ice dragon girl with frost-blue hair had already come to his side. Her wet hair clung to her skin, and the similarly soaked, delicate cloth tightly wrapped her delicate body, outlining her graceful figure against her fair skin glistening with crystal-clear water droplets. Ophi’s frost-blue, gem-like big eyes joyfully gazed at the young man’s face, while her beautiful ice-blue dragon tail swayed slightly in the clear water, creating gentle ripples.
With such a beautiful girl standing before him, Ig felt somewhat embarrassed. He tried to hide it, “Ahem, that’s not it… Veer was just joking…”
“Heh heh, that’s right!” The crisp and pretty girl’s voice sounded full of interest. Verafia propped her chin in her hands, her big eyes gazing, “En, Ig, you should just play with this idiot and Little Fran!”
“Eek… Even Verafia said it! Ig, you can’t run away!” Little Fran’s face instantly lit up with excitement, her big eyes sparkling. Without waiting for Ig to reply, she swung her dragon tail in the water, her snow-white little hand scooping up clear spring water and splashing it out with force.
Ig was in a sorry state and had to dodge quickly. However, Ophi’s attack followed closely, forcing Ig to retaliate and splash water back. Splashes of water touched the rippling surface, and amidst the clear sound of water, the girl’s lively and pleasant, bell-like laughter echoed. Even Fran, who had retreated to the side, was drawn into their game, and they wrestled in the water together.
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On the bank of the spring, Verafia propped her chin with her slender hands, her magnificent, scorching gold eyes gently gazing at the scene before her. Watching Ig gradually relax as the game continued, and even Fran showed a happy expression. Verafia looked up, her expression on her snow-like delicate face slightly softening, and a gentle smile reappeared at the corners of her youthful lips. “En, isn’t this nice?”
The ruby bracelet on the girl’s slender wrist flashed slightly, and then a low, hoarse voice entered her mind: “Verafia, I never thought you’d be so open-minded.” Residing in her crystal bracelet was the former Death Wing, Anderdun. Although this former Four Heavenly Kings of the Demon Race seemed to have some restless thoughts after teaming up with Lorinc to kill Verodia, Verafia merely chuckled and didn’t pursue it too much.
“You mean, giving Ig to Ophi and Fran? I’ve already said, I don’t care.” The gentle sunlight touched the girl’s face. She gently lowered her eyes, her gaze clear, “Besides, you should know, right now… I’m just experiencing the feelings of a young girl.”
“But your emotions aren’t fake… Regarding that young man, I don’t think you can let go of him easily.”
“Emotions…?” Verafia looked up and gently shook her head. She remembered what Ig had said earlier about their relationship as “lovers.” Just as Anderdun’s voice implied, over these past few months, in her efforts to play the role of a “lover,” Verafia did indeed feel a crystal-like, delicate, and clear attachment to Ig, and a vague emotion called “love.”
“It’s not important that I can’t let go… Moreover, if possible, I’ve never had the slightest thought of abandoning him now.” A slender voice touched the traces in the air, and a slight smile appeared on the girl’s young and beautiful face. She looked at the black-haired young man in the spring water. “But, Anderdun, you know, I have the experience of being a man in the past… I have Lothel’s identity. As for sharing with Ophi and the others, I naturally wouldn’t care.”
“You mean…”
“The literal meaning. If Ophi and Fran also fall for Ig, I won’t care.” Verafia said, feeling her state of mind as calm as a mirror. She suddenly smiled, her long eyelashes opening to reveal her golden pupils, and made a small joke, “It’s not like I’m going to get jealous and fight for favor because of this guy, Ig, am I?”
“…” Anderdun found it difficult to reply. He realized that the hero, who had been a mortal enemy of the demon realm in the past, was now, as a young girl, becoming increasingly unfathomable, to the point where even he couldn’t grasp her thoughts.
The silence of the world solidified for a few moments. The young girl slightly lowered her face, and the subtle luster of the crimson crystal on her fair, white wrist touched her eyes. “Moreover, Lancaster… and Herafir, I won’t have much time to face them. After me, if Ig can have Ophi, Little Fran, or other girls around him, it would be good for him.”
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Definitely not a harem!! (En, some if-line extras might be an exception (if I have time to write them))
PS: Speaking of which, I only wanted to write half of this chapter, and then I started pushing the main story… (and ended up writing another chapter…)
