Chapter 492 Chapter 52: Cutting Off
Verafia walked lightly, but beside her, burning flames seared and raged. The intense heat almost warped and shattered the very space around them, evaporating it into dust.
The silver-haired princess fiercely gripped her staff, and the magical elements she unleashed were easily ignited. The Saint-level amulets adorning her delicate body suddenly shattered one after another, instantly releasing incredibly powerful Saint-level magic.
However, this terrifying power, enough to destroy a small town, merely caused a ripple in the ocean of flames before being swallowed by the scorching inferno.
Verafia’s slender feet landed. Before her, the silver-haired princess seemed forced into a desperate situation. Terrifying magic evaporated and annihilated. The brilliant gold flames almost ignited her pure white dress.
But Misella still bit her thin lips tightly, not uttering a sound. She looked up at Verafia’s pure and beautiful face, her expression still one of stubbornness.
Verafia was, of course, not surprised.
She simply smiled coldly and drew her slender hand. Brilliant gold and vibrant red flames condensed into a long sword edge. The searing light dimmed everything around them, almost reflecting the light and heat of the entire world.
The radiant flame sword edge moved, slashing down at the silver-haired girl before her!
The light formed by fire and heat almost scorched the girl’s face. Suddenly, another voice rang out.
“Young Lady!”
Verafia’s wrist trembled slightly. Suddenly, pure light merged into the high wall of flames, splitting open into a crack. An immaculate pure white sword edge tore through the dense, golden flames and blocked Misella.
On the radiant Sacred Sword, the surging sword technique ripples were almost identical to the scorching flame sword that Verafia had slashed.
The flame sword edge, with a gentle tug of Verafia’s slender, fair wrist, struck the “Sacred Sword” held in the black-haired young man’s hand. Instantly, the light rays of blazing fire and light intertwined, illuminating a more intense storm of light and flame!
The sound of fire and light blew gently against a corner of her skirt. The holy golden radiance blew up her golden hair, illuminating the small, exquisite silver hair clip.
Verafia lowered her gaze. The young man’s face opposite her was also illuminated by the light of the flames. In her eyes, there was an expression of disbelief.
Her long eyelashes blinked slightly between her gold eyes. A self-mocking expression appeared on the girl’s snow-white, delicate face.
Verafia opened her eyes again, looking at Ig, who stood blocking the silver-haired princess.
“Ig, why are you stopping me?”
“Young Lady, why are you attacking Xiao Mi?”
Ig’s voice rang out simultaneously. Such questioning seemed to transport Verafia back to the Setting Sun Forest, when the same young man had questioned her because of a half-elf named Grisia.
A slender smile curled on her lips. Verafia slightly raised her snow-white, pretty head. Her gold eyes seemed ignited by threads of vibrant red, but the surging emotions gradually subsided into indifference:
“I don’t want to see her appear by your side anymore.”
“Even if that’s the case…”
A hint of pain flashed in Ig’s clear blue eyes: “But, even so, Xiao Mi didn’t do anything wrong. If it’s my responsibility…”
“However, this young lady simply doesn’t want to see her!”
The tone suddenly rose. A shrill girlish voice filled the air, bringing a moment of silence. Behind Ig, the silver-haired princess’s long eyelashes trembled, and a look of discomfort appeared on her face.
But Verafia didn’t even glance at her.
Unreasonable, spoiled, and willful. Such words appeared in her heart.
This is completely different from my past self… But, I was always supposed to be like this.
Her gaze fell again on Ig’s face in the silence. After a gentle smile, the color in her voice became even more indifferent: “Ig, I’m giving you a choice—Misella, or this young lady.”
“Young Lady, please calm down—”
Anxious and hesitant expressions appeared on the other’s face. Verafia blinked her gold eyes slightly, and a smile emerged on her snow-white cheeks: “As expected… you can’t bear to part with her. Since that’s the case—”
Her clear, cold laughter was like silver bells, but it brought a frost-like coldness.
Ig seemed to sense something, his eyes widening. He wanted to reach out and grab the girl: “Young Lady, don’t!”
“Boom!”
A stretch of magnificent, brilliant golden flames burned through, causing violent ripples of light to surge over the magic unleashed by the Sacred Sword.
A curtain of splendid flames swept by. Verafia was not far from him, but it felt as if chasms separated them.
The artistic, slender, and exquisite fingertips touched the silver hair clip adorning her golden hair. Ig’s gaze narrowed, and he tried to reach out.
Verafia raised her cheek and said, “Since you can’t make the decision, let me. Anyway, I’m just a willful, spoiled young lady and don’t need to follow your human reasoning at all… Ig, this young lady doesn’t want you anymore!”
Her tone suddenly became high-pitched. Her slender, cold, and indifferent voice seemed to carry a hint of a sob.
The girl’s slender, jade-like fingers forcefully removed the silver hair clip. It was magnificent and luxurious, with fine silk threads even more beautiful than the brilliant gold sun flames, fluttering and clearly moving in the rendering of light and fire.
Ig’s gaze seemed to freeze.
Until a crisp sound startled him awake. Ig tried hard to lift his head, but a sense of timidity arose, as if he were afraid to see her expression, to see any of her emotions.
“Here, take this back! You hateful guy, from now on, don’t appear before this young lady. Just, just take your Sacred Sword and live well with your princess!”
The girl could no longer maintain her cold tone. She melted in her agitated emotions, as if hot tears were moistening her big eyes and rolling down.
Her voice gradually faded away. Even though the temperature of the flames still lingered around them, Ig had never felt such a distance between him and the girl since their first meeting.
The silver hair clip fell to the ground beside him. Flames still burned around them. Ig knelt down, his knees hitting the ground, his hands clutching the silver hair clip.
He could still feel a delicate, moist warmth, but it was rapidly dissipating. Even though he held it tightly, he couldn’t stop that warmth from slipping away.
“Ig…” Misella’s worried voice came from behind him, her soft little hand wanting to help him up.
Ig didn’t get up. His gaze remained fixed on the hair clip in his hand. The silver, moist surface was dotted with reflections of the flames:
“Young Lady… did I do something wrong? Why is she so angry, so upset? Has she been suppressing it all these days, pretending everything is fine? But it was me, who, fortunately, hoped she could accept others…”
Ig’s gaze then fell on the immaculate, pure white “Sacred Sword” lying beside him.
