Chapter 491: Demand
Miss Verafia slightly raised her face. Before her appeared the young man William, dressed impeccably, his hair the color of brilliant gold, and as gentlemanly and polite as ever.
“What are you here for?”
Her lips moved, and she spoke. Even though she suppressed her emotions, her voice seemed to ignite with a cold flame.
Verafia had had several transactions with William, the descendant of the legendary “Lionheart King” who had come across the sea from Lengyat, over the past two months. Verafia had not refused William’s subtle good intentions and his desire for cooperation.
Therefore, at this moment, Verafia reluctantly suppressed the flames burning in her heart and said in the calmest voice possible.
“I merely heard that Miss Verafia was in this place. Coincidentally, the daughter of the Sacred Sword King and that future hero went to that grand ceremony, so I wanted to catch a glimpse of your demeanor.”
Verafia’s expression grew even colder by three points, her scorching gold eyes seemingly sealed by cold flames. However, William paid no mind, his face wearing a fitting smile.
“However, beautiful lady, your mood at the moment doesn’t seem to be happy… Could it be that even a heart as noble as yours cannot escape the clutches of a mere mortal?”
“Move aside.”
Verafia raised her eyes, a blazing scorching gold, with faint golden flames burning within. Her slender lotus feet landed on the ground, without any flow of elements. Yet, in William’s perception, the seemingly normal air had transformed into an ocean of flames.
The domain hidden in the void melted away. Even he, with flames licking at his sleeves and the hem of his robe, and a lock of golden hair melting, let out a muffled groan and took a step back, his expression unable to hide his change.
William suddenly raised his head and said loudly, “Miss Verafia, this is Peka’s royal city, and even more so, the domain of the Sacred Sword! At this moment, with your nobility, why must you involve yourself?”
Verafia lowered her lotus feet and cast a glance back.
“…William, this is none of your business. Take your retinue and leave.”
William slowly raised his head, watching Verafia’s figure gradually disappear from his sight.
The descendant of the “Lionheart King” suddenly sighed slightly, “Women’s emotions are truly contradictory and fickle. It just happens to be my bad luck to meet a jealous woman.”
Siegfried walked over to William’s side.
“Boss… does this idiotic woman really intend to go find the Sacred Sword King’s daughter? Then what about our plans these past few days…”
“Miss Verafia is no fool… It’s just a momentary release of emotion at this time.”
William crossed his arms, suddenly shaking his head and chuckling, “Besides, such a noble being like her, how could she have a funeral that is so boring and ordinary as background? Perhaps, after today, we will gain a more rational ally.”
Siegfried looked at him with complete incomprehension.
“Moreover, Siegfried, you saw it too. I can’t stop whatever this Goddess Princess wants to do…”
William spread his hands and smiled, his raised gaze seeming to look at the reflection the young girl had left in the air, “I must say, human emotions are truly a powerful thing, something that even beings like that cannot avoid. However, I am more looking forward to seeing what she is like when she is perfect.”
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The streets were filled with loud, celebrating crowds, but none of it had anything to do with Verafia.
Before her, it was like a world of silence.
In a quiet garden, a clear stream gurgled, striking a moving melody. Even though it was deep autumn, among the green trees and in the lush grass, blooming flowers rendered the space tranquil and beautiful.
It was a very suitable place for a romantic date.
Her flames still remained on Ig, and Misaela, who was in close proximity to Ig, was also within her perception… This place was also somewhere she had noticed many times before.
Verafia gently landed her feet. What appeared in her eyes was a beautiful young girl, as white as moonlight and new snow, still wearing a white flower crown and a beautiful white skirt as pure as a snow-white rose.
Misaela also sensed the light footsteps of the young girl. When her turned eyes saw Verafia approaching, a look of pleasant surprise appeared on her little face. “Sister Vera!”
But the silver-haired princess soon noticed the cold expression on the young girl’s face. She paused her running and said cautiously, “Sister Vera, you are here… Just now, Ig and I were looking for you for a long time…”
Verafia said, “I know.”
“Then, Sister Vera, did you come here looking for Ig… Hmm, he’ll be here in a moment, I can leave first…”
A flame ignited. The light of the raging fire burned in the void, blocking the silver-haired princess’s path.
Verafia slightly tilted her gold eyes.
“I don’t need him. Misaela, I only need you.”
“Then you…”
The silver-haired maiden’s voice sounded a little scared.
Even though the voice of the girl opposite was as clear and pleasant as usual, the coldness revealed within it was something she had never seen before – or rather, it had always been deeply buried in her heart, only revealing itself for the first time now.
“I want you to leave Ig, right now.”
“Leave…”
Misaela’s eyes widened. “But, didn’t we agree…”
“This young lady has changed her mind. Moreover, he was originally my possession.”
Verafia gently raised her snow-white face. Her expression, like her voice, was clear and flawless.
“What’s more, you are the daughter of Lancaster. Heh… the Sacred Sword King, and the legendary sword, how could I sacrifice him for my own selfish desires and let Ig fall into his hands!”
The girl’s voice was like a self-mockery, but it suddenly became fierce. She raised her head, and the brilliant flames surged tempestuously in the sea of invisible elements.
“Wait, you said Father, and the Sacred Sword… what does sacrifice have to do with it?”
Just as Misaela was about to take a step forward, a whistling gale of flames swept in front of her. The extreme heat easily melted the young girl’s magic, reflecting the scorching gold onto her face.
Verafia’s gold eyes, like the flames, were cold. She said, “You now have only two choices: First, leave Ig. As for the other, even though the entire city is Lancaster’s domain, you should know that…”
She suddenly raised her face, her gorgeous and luxurious gold eyes as if containing the emotions of jumping flames, like a violent, boiling ocean of fire.
“Under the shroud of these flames, even Lancaster and the Sacred Sword will have no way to detect me, no way to stop me, even if only for a moment!”
The scorching heat buffeted her face. Misaela clenched her palms. The young girl’s threat was as daunting as the boiling flames in the ocean of elements. But…
The silver-haired princess lightly bit her lips, then suddenly raised her face, meeting the deeply noble and beautiful young girl against the backdrop of flames, and said earnestly, “No, Sister Vera. I cannot accept your request.”
A slight smile touched Verafia’s face. Misaela’s answer was, of course, not unexpected. If that’s the case…
Her delicate jade palm suddenly moved. Waves of golden flames suddenly condensed into substance, like a boiling, angry sea, engulfing the sky and earth, swirling and roaring, devouring the flawless delicate body of the silver-haired princess!
