Chapter 50 Jealousy
Beside the black-haired youth, the beautiful silver-haired princess, clad in a pure white evening gown, was gently stirred by the soft breeze. Her exquisite long hair under the pure white flower crown flowed like fine silver moonlight silk, cascading behind her like a waterfall. Gemstone hair ties shimmered with brilliant luster, and the beautiful lace and magnificent silk appeared even more pure and flawless amidst the soft white light.
The slender, tender, soft hands of the silver-haired princess, wrapped in silk gloves, were held by the youth. Her slender, crystal-clear eyelashes fluttered open, and her gemstone-like brilliant, yet seemingly flawless, crystal eyes slightly tilted, gazing at the side profile of the youth. Her snow-white little face was tinged with a blush, and amidst her shyness, there was more contentment.
The Hero and the beautiful Princess—such a beautiful scene, if it were to be spread throughout the kingdom or even anywhere on the continent, would receive sincere blessings.
However, Verafia simply watched quietly, and her crystal long goblet, held by her jade-like slender hand, developed conspicuous cracks.
An unnamed fire was burning in her heart. Even though she knew it was not rational, it was like a flame ignited on the wilderness, burning unreservedly.
Jealousy.
Such a word was not unfamiliar to Verafia these past few days.
The result of the Witch of Original Sin, Verodia’s, frantic counterattack had plunged the entire world into despair – a world where the embodiment of jealousy was so profound. Who in the world could make a noble goddess jealous?
But now…
Verafia gently lifted her long eyelashes, took a slight breath, suppressing another restless voice in her heart. She supported herself on the table with her slender hand and stood up, wanting to leave.
Suddenly, the girl’s slender, fair wrist was firmly grabbed by a hand. Verafia’s delicate brows furrowed involuntarily.
“Ha, Miss, you too are moved by the Princess Highness’s… hic, and Lord Ig’s romance. To be honest, the future Hero is my classmate. How about we go to a room and have a good talk?”
In the frivolous and noisy voice, a strong scent of alcohol was mixed.
Verafia slowly raised her icy pupils. Standing before her was the son of a Duke, his expensive formal attire adorned with shimmering gemstones, and a pair of fiery eyes fell upon her delicate body.
Verafia uttered in an icy voice, “Let go of this young lady.”
The Duke’s son, originally filled with passion upon seeing the beautiful silver-haired princess beside Ig, dared not act presumptuously. Thus, upon seeing Verafia rising from the corner, stimulated by alcohol, he grabbed her wrist.
Originally, the Duke’s son expected a beautiful ordinary girl, but upon seeing her lifted face, he was severely shocked.
Even though she still appeared slightly young, her exquisite beauty, which could truly be called unparalleled in the world and capable of bringing down nations, made the Duke’s son’s mouth dry. He forcefully swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and his hand holding the girl’s snow-white jade wrist not only did not loosen but tightened its grip.
“A lady of a noble family, perhaps, but do you know who my father is?”
Especially the gaze in her magnificent gold eyes, like a cold winter moon, ignited an evil fire in the Duke’s son’s lower abdomen, making him feel an incomparable excitement…
His head suddenly swayed, and his gaze fell again on the girl’s cold face. For some reason, it felt familiar.
Verafia’s voice naturally attracted quite a lot of attention, and quite a few people recognized her identity.
“Look… isn’t that girl Miss Verafia from the Elemental Academy?”
“Golden hair even more brilliant than the sunlight, and beautiful eyes like blazing gold flames! It really is her!”
“That lady, rumored to be an even more stunning high-and-mighty figure than senior Elishia in the Magical Academy… I heard that several heirs from ducal families confessed to her these days, but they were all beaten up by Miss Verafia. It’s truly unbelievable, how could she have come here alone?”
“Hmph, you don’t know that. Miss Verafia came to the academy with Lord Ig initially, and they must have a quite good relationship. Naturally, she’s here watching together because she couldn’t go to the royal palace ceremony due to some matters!”
“A quite good relationship… Could it be that Miss Verafia and Ig are also in that kind of relationship? No wonder… But Ig isn’t already with the Princess Highness?”
“Heh, Lord Ig, who will be the Hero in the future, of course, easily attracts the hearts of girls.”
“Perhaps this Miss Verafia grew up with him! Such a beautiful and outstanding girl, perhaps the Princess Highness would be willing to share Lord Ig with her~”
The voices of the crowd buzzed, but every voice clearly fell into Verafia’s ears, like the tip of a knife piercing her soul.
Verafia slowly turned her face and looked at the Duke’s son who was still holding her wrist but seemed to have been scared into stupor. Her lips parted, and she said coldly, “Let go of me.”
“Ah ha, I really didn’t expect it to be Miss Verafia… Haha, to be honest, Ig is really my friend…”
The Duke’s son’s fragmented, fawning voice instead made Verafia raise her head forcefully, a cold gleam flashing in her golden pupils.
Suddenly, amidst a golden flame, as if ignited by a vibrant crimson flame, her surroundings were submerged!
The crimson and brilliant gold light slightly stirred the girl’s skirt hem, but everything within several meters around – long tables, the floor – was completely burned to ashes. Even the Duke’s son before her screamed and turned into a scorched humanoid figure.
—This was still because Verafia had a shred of rationality left and did not completely burn him to ash and charcoal.
The magnificent and beautiful, yet incredibly dangerous, flame rendered everyone present speechless. Recalling the high-and-mighty figure from the Magic Academy, her attainments in magic and flame elements were also praised by countless academy teachers, even having the qualification to compete for first place.
“Miss Vera, you–” the tavern manager rushed over.
“Your compensation.”
A dozen gold coins fell into his hand as Verafia moved her jade finger.
Verafia took a deep breath, and the beautiful colors in her pair of gold eyes deepened. Brilliant flames adorned her surroundings. Her short boots and small leather shoes moved and landed on the ground as she turned to walk outside.
In a brief moment, she had clearly decided what she needed to do.
Even if it was just an impulsive emotion, or even influenced by the will displayed by Herafir… Verafia would not believe she would regret it.
“Verafia, are you planning to go find Misaela… Are you crazy? She’s Lancaster’s daughter! If you go after her at this time, you’ll only expose yourself!”
Anderdun’s voice rang out. He sensed the girl’s agitated emotions and said, “According to our plan, at least you need to obtain the Divine Spark of Blazing Flame and ensure–”
Verafia said, “Shut up.”
Anderdun continued to speak, but was forcibly extinguished by her will.
Lancaster, the Sacred Sword, and that Misaela… I don’t care anymore. At least…
A cold smile emerged on the girl’s face.
Suddenly, a figure of an arrival blocked her path. Verafia slightly raised her head, and the other party’s golden hair fell into her eyes.
