Chapter 495 Deep Autumn
Princess Siya of the Tyloratea Empire and Andes had been praised throughout the continent for a long time, being referred to as the “Holy Son of Light” and the “Holy Silver Knight.” Ig already knew this.
“Mmm, Brother Ig, you look terrible…”
Siya hugged Ig’s arm and helped him up, her hesitant voice filled with worry.
“I look terrible… Ha, it’s fine. Thank you for your concern, Princess Siya.”
Even though he didn’t want to show it, seeing the girl’s increasingly worried ruby eyes, Ig knew how forced his smile was. He turned his head and looked at Andes.
“Lord Andes. May I know if you’ve seen…”
“Miss Veraphia?”
Andes’s voice sounded. Immediately, the Holy Silver Knight shook his head slightly. “I’m sorry, Lord Andes, she is not here.”
“Is that so?”
Ig said. The answer was not entirely unexpected, but it made Ig’s eyes dim a little further. “Thank you…”
“Brother Ig!”
Siya’s expression grew anxious, and she shouted at Ig’s departing back. However, the black-haired young man only paused slightly before continuing on into the chilly autumn deep night under the twilight dusk.
Siya chased him two steps, her fair little hand gripping slightly. Suddenly, the girl’s dazzling ruby-red eyes, like gems, turned to the blue-haired young man beside her. She bit her tender thin lips lightly between her white teeth.
“Brother Andes… is Ig like this because of Sister Veer?”
“Probably.”
Andes’s gaze fell on Ig’s back in the twilight. “However, perhaps it’s more his self-blame.”
“Self-blame… But Ig is a good person, he likes Sister Veer very much, and he didn’t do anything wrong…”
“The reason is just as Your Highness said. If Ig didn’t like Miss Vera, of course he wouldn’t be like this.”
The knight gently stroked the little princess’s head beneath her soft red hair. Andes’s starry azure eyes lowered, looking at the girl’s red, big eyes lifted in confusion.
“Besides, what is right and wrong… is merely from our perspective. In the domain of feelings between two people, are right and wrong really that important to them?”
“In the world of emotions, there’s no need for right or wrong…”
Siya’s tender face lowered slightly. Her fair little hand clutched the ruby pendant hanging on her chest. Suddenly, she looked up in confusion.
“But Brother Andes, you know so much, does it mean you liked a nun sister too?”
Andes chuckled in speechlessness. He hadn’t expected the young girl in front of him to think of things in terms of himself.
Andes looked at the girl’s slightly raised ruby eyes, shimmering with a brilliant luster.
“No. Moreover, my entire life is already dedicated to ‘Dawn,’ and I only need to stay by Your Highness’s side.”
“Ugh, what are you saying, Brother Andes!”
Even though she was a bit naive, Siya couldn’t help but feel a trace of shame. Her snow-white little face flushed with a hint of red. She bit her lips slightly, then suddenly raised her head and said, “Never mind Ig’s business… I’m going to find Sister Vera and explain things clearly to her!”
With that, Siya hurried away. Andes’s gaze fell on the girl’s slender back, shaking his head.
If the emotions he saw in the girl’s eyes had already been extinguished, what could even Princess Siya do?
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The twilight colors of the sky grew dimmer, as if the night curtain had fallen. The magnificent crystals and glass of the Royal Palace reflected the dim afterglow, as if holding the last ray of light in the entire world.
The wind of the cold night blew across the blue and gold royal banner of the white iris and sacred sword atop the thousand-year-old palace of Lichen.
A tall figure stood with his hands behind his back. The gorgeous robe of brocade and gold satin was stirred by the wind, and his blue-gold long hair was moved by the late autumn wind, which seemed to contain the colors of the entire night sky and the chill of deep autumn.
It was as if the thousand-year-old Royal City, shrouded by the cold night, was entirely within his gaze and vision.
“He did not return to the Royal Palace.”
Suddenly, a woman’s voice rang out.
Beside the King stood a woman in a heavy black robe with long black hair, as dark as the night sky, obscuring her presence.
The woman in the black robe spoke to the King. “Ig, the young man you chose, is still looking for that Miss Verafia.”
“It’s all in vain… Ig knows it too. He’s just trying to escape.”
Lancaster wore a slight smile. He turned his head and said, “The outcome was within your sight from the beginning… However, it’s that Miss Vera. Although I don’t know where her true will originates from, being Herafir from the origin of flames, she still abandoned her rationality for this young man…”
“Heh, I have to say, ’emotions’ are truly a strange thing.”
The woman in the black robe lowered her head slightly. “Your Majesty, you have witnessed it before.”
“Of course. The emotions of a young girl… so tender and pure, pursuing true love and attachment. However, the legend of the pure and flawless goddess… in such emotions, she appears no different from an ordinary girl.”
Lancaster smiled. “She reminds me of Fia. Indeed, a girl in love often becomes more emotional, even unwilling to consider gains and losses.”
“But she has already separated from Ig.”
“I am also waiting to see the truly flawless her.”
The woman in the black robe, Kaina, said, “Your Majesty, you don’t seem surprised…”
“Surprised… Not really. However, as Lot’s successor, Ig’s personality is still somewhat similar to his: equally upright and righteous, equally unwilling to see those who are kind to him be harmed. What happened between him and Misaela was inevitable.”
Lancaster waved his long sleeve and said, “However, compared to Lot, his personality is too cowardly, and he is indecisive. This determines that he can only passively bear it, constantly struggling and suffering, only to slide towards his destined fate.”
“Kaina, is this something you saw in the ocean of destiny?”
“Your Majesty, I originally thought you would use spells on this young man.”
“Spells… Heh, we don’t need a ‘puppet.’ No matter how exquisite the mind magic is, like carved jade ware, how can it ensure his inner state, allowing him to still wield the Sacred Sword?”
Lancaster raised his eyes. “However, his personality… and the great hands of life are already enough to continually push the trajectory of his destiny. He has no choice, and no direction to escape, until he gradually becomes the person we need.”
Kaina lowered her head slightly.
Lancaster felt the cold wind, like that of late autumn, and suddenly said, “Of course, Ig still has attachment to Miss Veraphia in his heart… but I believe that this noble Goddess Princess will personally cut it off.”
“At that time, with no choice, desperate and dimmed… heh, I believe it won’t be long before he becomes my true successor.”
