Chapter 466 Chapter 27 The Sacred Sword Selection (Middle)
After the Cardinal’s voice fell, his raised gaze landed on the crowd on White Stone Square, who had reignited their enthusiasm, and he couldn’t help but shake his head slightly.
Using the Sacred Sword to select a hero was an idea that the King had suddenly proposed a few days ago.
Although he did not understand why Lancaster suddenly wanted to relinquish the authority of the Sacred Sword, as a subject of the King, the Lichen Church, represented by himself and Bishop Richelieu, naturally had to carry out the King’s will.
Bishop George looked at the crowd in the square.
The people before him were only a small part of the residents of Lichen, but from now on, the news that the King of the Sacred Sword would select an heir would likely spread throughout the entire continent in less than a day.
“Holy Lord above, if it is the King’s will, I hope he can find an heir to the Sacred Sword among these people.”
George silently prayed as he fiddled with the sacred silver cross insignia on his holy vestments, then turned and left. However, as the second-ranked Cardinal of the Lichen Church, Bishop George clearly could not dedicate all his energy to these matters, with regard to the selection of the Sacred Sword.
After the Cardinal left, although there was still worry among the crowd on White Stone Square, due to their reverence for the King and the Sacred Sword, or the pursuit of the title of hero, quite a few people still walked onto the high platform and attempted to draw the Sacred Sword.
“Brother Andes, this is the Sacred Sword that saves the world. Can you try it? Perhaps, you might be able to draw it!”
Having struggled to get to the front of the high platform, Siya tugged at the knight’s hand, her clear, soft voice very pleasant to hear.
“Miss Siya really has a lot of confidence in me.”
Andes gently stroked the young girl’s little head beneath her red silk hair, smiling and saying, “However, I am not only an imperial knight, but I also possess ‘Dawn’. If you were to give the Sacred Sword to me, His Majesty Lancaster might not be very willing.”
Siya thought about it and found that what Andes said was indeed a bit of truth. Her delicate, porcelain-like face inevitably showed a look of considerable disappointment.
Beside the girl and the young knight, close to Ig’s side, Verafia also gazed up with her scorching gold eyes. However, what she was contemplating was completely different from the surrounding environment and atmosphere.
“It is indeed the power of the Sacred Sword, and even very similar to the real Sacred Sword… but just now, I felt a sense of fear.”
What Verafia was referring to was naturally the feeling of shock that suddenly came to her mind when she gazed at the Sacred Sword, and even with her will, she could not fully control her emotions, almost letting Ig discover her secret.
One must know that for someone at Verafia’s level, the perception of omens and destiny was already at a predetermined trace, and it would never be as ordinary as a physical illusion of ordinary people.
The crystal bracelet worn on the girl’s slender, fair wrist glowed with a faint crimson light.
“Perhaps it’s also because you were killed by this sword before?”
After these days, Anderdun’s long-silent voice sounded.
After signing a contract with Verafia, Anderdun had exchanged a lot of information with the girl. He knew that after Verafia defeated the immortal dragon Raneilant, who was transformed by blazing flames, she was stabbed in the chest from behind by Lancaster, who had snatched the Sacred Sword, and fell into the Abyssal Ocean.
“…”
Verafia did not respond. Her slender fingertips gently touched her chest.
Between the slightly heaving soft snow-like mounds, through the fabric of the silk white dress, she could feel that her current fair skin, as delicate as milk, had no scars imprinted on this flawless spot.
However, as Anderdun had said, the sword that Lancaster had once pierced her chest with still echoed in her consciousness, even in the seemingly eternal sea of flames.
After a long silence, she spoke in her mind: “Anderdun, you have faced Lancaster wielding the Sacred Sword before. I wonder, how do you view him?”
“Heh, you ask this… When facing Lancaster’s Sacred Sword, I could only hold on for one move.”
“So strong?”
Verafia showed a hint of surprise.
She had sparred with Anderdun quite a few times and knew his strength deeply.
Even though this being, crowned as “Deathwing,” only possessed half of the Divine Spark of the Fallen, the power he displayed was by no means inferior to the deities who wielded the authority of the world in the Mythic Era.
“I could feel that it was just the power of the Sacred Sword—as if facing this entire world.”
Anderdun said. After being by the girl’s side for a long time, he didn’t mind recounting the painful events of those years.
“Verafia, you should have heard of His Majesty the Demon King. Although he has never made a move in front of you, I can inform you that among all the Demon Kings in history, the current Demon King can also be considered the strongest. Even if the four of us combined, we would most likely not be his match.”
“Is that so…”
The four of them that Anderdun mentioned naturally referred to the Four Heavenly Kings of the Demon Race who were also ranked similarly. The meaning of his words was that even such a powerful Demon King had been defeated by the Sacred Sword.
“Verafia, have you ever thought about why Lancaster suddenly prepared to hold the hero selection just as you arrived in Lichen?”
Lancaster’s action of holding the hero selection was something that had not been carefully prepared. She hadn’t even heard any rumors from Vicena.
Verafia raised her long eyelashes and said, “The current me has nothing to do with Lancaster… Do you mean, perhaps, because of this guy Ig?”
“This can only be a guess. After all, Ig is the only one related to your previous life, Lothel. And back then, under Lancaster’s Sacred Sword, I could also feel your aura.”
Verafia’s eyelashes covered her golden pupils. She recalled the scene of Lancaster cutting off her arm and integrating it into her body back then.
“Then, you mean…”
“Heh, Verafia, you have already signed a contract with me, and you should clearly understand what I want to say. Could it be that you have truly started to care about this young man in your heart?”
Anderdun sneered slightly, then said, “Verafia, I must remind you: you are currently far inferior to even my peak state back then. If you were to face Lancaster, who possesses the Sacred Sword, it would be a choice of certain death.”
“Anderdun, I know what you’re saying. But, Ig…”
Biting her thin lips with her teeth, Verafia felt hesitation arise in her heart again.
Back then, she was willing to fall in love with Ig, as she had said before, just to fulfill her will and experience complete maiden emotions and experiences. But now, it was difficult to let go…
Just like how she became more accustomed to the personality of a spoiled young lady after playing the role for so long…
Was she really going to use Ig to exchange for the Sacred Sword?
Anderdun was about to speak when suddenly, Andes, who had just finished talking with Siya, seemed to sense something and his gaze fell upon the girl.
“A human who hasn’t even reached the Sacred Domain, and is only sensing… What a sensitive human kid.”
Anderdun cursed silently, and his voice disappeared from the girl’s thoughts.
Verafia raised her small face, her scorching gold eyes met Ig’s azure blue eyes.
“Young Lady?” Ig asked in confusion.
