Chapter 493
The pure white “Sacred Sword”.
Igter remembered all the thoughts in his heart when he drew the true sacred sword under Lancaster’s gaze.
“Originally, I wanted to protect her, to stand by her side… But just now, I used this sword to oppose her, even driving her away…”
Even using the sword techniques she taught him. Verafia, Young Lady… how heartbroken must she have been just now?
As if countless sharp knives were piercing his chest, Igter clenched his palm into the shattered floor.
“Igter… the demonic power of flames is disappearing, and outside, I hear the voices of knights. We…”
Misaela’s slightly anxious voice made Igter look up. Through the perception of the Sacred Sword, he could see the auras of several powerful knights rushing towards them in his spiritual sea.
Verafia had once sealed this domain with the concept of flames. But with her departure, it was no longer possible to stop the overflowing aura—not just the princess, but also the dense flame aura, which would surely attract the attention of the city guards.
“Vera-sister’s flames are easily recognizable. If they notice…”
Misaela’s face showed a hint of anxiety. Suddenly, her eyes widened slightly as she looked at the black-haired young man, and she urgently shouted, “Wait, Igter, what are you doing!”
In front of her, the black-haired young man was holding an ancient, dark gray blade in his palm. In an instant, the blade erupted with golden blazing flames, identical to the surrounding flame aura, and then he forcefully stabbed it into his own lower abdomen.
Blood gushed from the wound and was evaporated by the high temperature. Although Igter’s body had been strengthened by the Sacred Sword, such direct damage still made his face suddenly turn pale, cold sweat broke out on his face, and he showed immense pain as if burned by flames.
“Flames with such power, Igter, why are you doing this…?”
Misaela was so anxious she was about to cry, and she picked him up with heartache.
Igter merely shook his head slightly at her. In his other hand, the Sacred Sword he held emitted white light, temporarily stopping the surface wound, but he actively allowed the flame aura that had penetrated his body to ripple and become more chaotic, almost spitting out another mouthful of blood.
He weakly raised his head, looking at the girl who was supporting him, her blue crystal-like eyes almost shedding tears. “Xiao Mi, please, help me tidy up these traces… a little, cough, make it look like we were sparring, okay?”
Not much time passed before a group of knights in well-made armor rushed over. Leading them was the commander of the Royal Palace Guards, who possessed a Saint-level aura. Clearly, the princess’s presence had even alarmed him.
The knights approached the ruined garden destroyed by the blazing flames.
The dense flame aura made the commander of the Royal Palace Guards frown slightly, and this aura clearly came from Igter, who was sitting in the scorched ruins, supported by Misaela.
“Lord Igter, the destruction here, and the flame aura, could you please explain the reason?”
“It’s Lord Helgali…”
Igter looked up and saw the face of the person who had arrived. The commander of the Peka Royal Palace Guards before him was a Saint named Helgali.
Igter struggled to stand up, leaning on Misaela, and forced a smile.
“My apologies to you, sir. Originally, I planned to spar with the princess using the demonic power of flames, but I was unexpectedly hit by a backlash from the demonic power… Fortunately, I didn’t hurt the princess.”
“Demonic power backlash?”
Helgali frowned. “The residual demonic energy here is at least at the Saint-level. Lord Igter, if you were to use it in the city and were careless, you could destroy an entire city block.”
Igter lowered his head and said, “It is my fault.”
“Moreover, you did this in front of the princess… If the princess were to have the slightest injury, even if you are the hero chosen by His Majesty—”
“Helgali.”
Misaela suddenly took half a step forward, raising her small face and reprimanding, “I asked Igter to spar with me. Do you also intend to punish me?”
“I dare not.”
The commander in silver armor lowered his head. “However, Your Highness, with your nobility, if there were even the slightest mishap, it would not be something we could easily bear.”
“Moreover, in my opinion, the traces of demonic energy around here seem to be completely different from what Lord Igter said…”
“That’s enough! Igter is not only the hero chosen by my father, but also his heir. Do you doubt him?”
“Moreover, I have been by his side all along. Do you, Helgali, think that this princess is also lying?”
“Your subordinate dares not.”
Misaela, who was usually gentle and approachable, rarely showed such princess-like aura. Even as a Saint, the commander of the Royal Palace Guards had to lower his head and try to speak again. “However…”
“Then there is nothing more to say. It was just Igter’s demonic power backlash. Even my father would not say much.”
Misaela said. She suddenly raised her head again. “Now, I am going to treat Igter. Helgali, take your men and leave quickly!”
“This…”
The commander of the Royal Palace Guards hesitated. Misaela’s eyebrows shot up, and she scolded:
“What, Helgali, are you going to disobey the princess’s orders?”
“Your subordinate dares not. However, for the sake of Your Highness’s safety… your subordinate will report this matter to His Majesty the King.”
Even with doubts, under the strong command of the silver-haired princess, the commander of the Royal Palace Guards had no choice but to lead the Royal Palace guards to retreat and leave.
After the Royal Palace knights left, Misaela’s hidden worry and anxiety reappeared. She tightly grasped the young man’s hand beside her. “Igter, your wound…”
“Ha, I’m fine…”
“Don’t speak.”
Misaela forcefully lifted her face. Her crystal-like blue eyes shimmered with tears. A soft white light emanated from her slender jade fingers, touching the wound on the young man’s lower abdomen. The power of “healing” continuously mended the damage caused by the chaotic flames within the young man’s body.
Misaela’s “Sacred Healing Body” talent could be transmitted to others through herself.
Igter raised his face and looked at Misaela’s hair sticking to her fair skin, and her small face with slightly bitten thin lips gradually turning pale. He suddenly said, “Xiao Mi, thank you.”
“Mm, you are the person I like, what is this…?”
Igter looked at her raised eyes and said, “No. I mean, thank you for being willing to cover for Young Lady just now.”
If it weren’t for Misaela’s cooperation and her strong command to the Royal Palace knights using her princess status, even he probably wouldn’t have been able to make those knights give up their investigation.
Hearing Igter’s voice, Misaela’s eyes dimmed slightly, but she quickly revealed a smile on her slightly raised face and said, “Miss Vera… it’s nothing. I think, Igter, you definitely wouldn’t want her to be hurt.”
