Chapter 60 Before the Blazing Flame
Aizeliasia, is the name of an ancient secret realm, once renowned throughout the world for the battle where the Hero drew the Sacred Sword of Light and slew the Black-winged Monarch.
But in the even more ancient era, this title held a more sacred and noble meaning, serving as the honorific for the court of a God King who ruled over the entire East Continent.
Ig inexplicably raised his head.
The scorching, fiery elements permeated the air, but before that slender white figure, they seemed like subservient citizens, humble and obedient.
“This is the Young Lady’s territory…”
The soft white dress seemed to be dyed with the colors of magnificent flames, and even though it was just a slender back, in his eyes, it remained unattainable nobility and loftiness.
Ig clenched his fist slightly, took a deep breath, and caught up with the girl’s figure.
The last time he came to Aizeliasia, he was merely Bronze. Back then, he still needed magic items of the ice element to pass through this scorching air.
And now, he had been promoted to Platinum, the final rank in the transcendent realm, which could be considered a high-level rank throughout the continent.
How much effort had the girl before him put in for him to reach this point? Even if she only did it for such a moment… However, in that last gaze, in those tear-filled, scorching gold eyes, the sadness and pain also hurt her herself.
Ig thought silently. His steps were heavy, landing on the ground one by one, but he wished the path ahead would never end…
Verafia suddenly paused slightly, her delicate face tilting up, “We’ve arrived.”
The burning, blazing flame light seemed to touch her flawless face, like snow and moon. Ig silently raised his head.
“Here…”
An ocean of flames. The place where Lord Lothel had fallen, the place where the noble maiden was born, and the place where he first met her.
A world of blazing flames… constructed by pure flame spirits, a world that belonged only to her, and he had once been fortunate enough to venture into it.
Ig wanted to raise his head, but found that the girl had already turned her face, her clear eyes, like autumn water, but appearing extraordinarily luxurious in the colors of gold and jade, fell upon his face.
“Ig… I don’t know if you’ve heard, but before the history of your humans was born, the entire continent was shrouded in deep chaos, but even then, this world already had life, already had civilization…”
“And the existence that ruled that era was the origin of all concepts and elements… in the legends of all current civilizations, they are revered as the Gods.”
Her cherry lips moved lightly. The soft hem of her skirt was caressed by the ripples of the flames, and the girl’s gaze seemed to lift slightly, looking into the distant past. Her slender eyelashes then fluttered between her golden eyes:
“Among them, Herafir is the Goddess of flame’s incarnation. The divine kingdom ruled by her encompassed the entire East Continent, and was even enough to contend with the God King of Light… She was also the last deity to extinguish in that catastrophe.”
Ig raised his head, and his hesitant words brewed in his mouth, “The Goddess of Flame, Young Lady, then you… and this Herafir…”
A slight smile bloomed on her snow-white, jade-like face.
“I am Verafia. You can understand it as, when Herafir’s consciousness fell into a deep sleep, at a time of unknown accidents and possibilities, another consciousness was born within her divinity…”
The maiden extended her slender, white fingertips, long and firm. On her exquisite fingers, like jade bamboo shoots, a wisp of golden flame ignited.
However, within that brilliant and luxurious dazzling gold color, Ig saw a similarly incomparably noble, but seemingly more intense crimson flame light!
Verafia tilted her head slightly and said, “If, according to your human relationships, perhaps I should call her sister… but, as you can see, I am not complete now. And she is gradually recovering.”
A silence pressed upon Ig’s heart.
He forcefully raised his face, but didn’t know how to make a sound. After a long time, his lips finally moved with difficulty, emitting a hoarse and muffled sound brewed in his throat:
“If that’s the case… Young Lady, you brought me here… only to complete yourself?”
It seemed like a gentle, soft chuckle. Bright light scattered like slender shadows between her blinking eyelashes and her flawless jade face.
“Yes.”
Her clear tone was like a jade spring stream in the tranquil night.
“Then, the feelings between you and me…”
Ig did not dare to ask such a question impertinently again.
However, he still had a trace of unwillingness:
“Young Lady, if it wasn’t for Misaela, if, that day, I had listened to you—”
The slender eyelashes blinked. The girl said, “If that were the case… perhaps, I would be in great pain now. Your choice was not wrong.”
The answer he expected, yet it still caused immense pain in Ig’s heart: Yes, how could such a noble maiden give up her future for him?
He reluctantly raised his head: “Young Lady, I have one more question. In your words, your birth was due to an accident and a convergence of possibilities: I wonder if this has anything to do with the former Lord Lothel…”
“Yes.”
Verafia said, “His will fell into that divine kingdom of flames. It was because of him that my existence appeared.”
Ig thought of the pure white maiden back then, her conversation with him about Verafia… that noble Flame Princess. It was as if all the established realities had been fulfilled in her words.
His fingers touched the Sword of the End. That pure white maiden had once gifted him the heart of a Demon King…
Within the flames, the most noble maiden gazed at him quietly.
Ig suddenly let out a self-mocking smile.
Towards such a maiden… towards this girl he longed for, couldn’t forget, and couldn’t bear to let go of, how could he harbor any hostility?
Even if she was using him…
Ig forcefully raised his head: “Then, Young Lady, why did you bring me here…?”
Verafia moved her slender hand, took off the crystal bracelet on her slender wrist, and crushed the last crimson crystal.
A sacred and scorching crimson flame ignited in the air.
Suddenly, in the ocean of flames, crimson flame light flashed, and an ancient door of flames, remnants of a great will, slowly rose. Streaks of ancient divine runes, upon returning to the world, truly lit up for the first time.
The door of blazing flames was reflected in Ig’s eyes. Facing it, he felt as if he were facing the entire world of flames.
“This door connects to Herafir’s temple.”
A clear voice came through the scorching heat: “Before she completely fell into a deep sleep, she sealed the divinity of flames, the divine power of blazing flames, and the sword that incinerated all heavens, in the deepest part of that ruin, awaiting her successor.”
In Ig’s widened eyes, the pure white and exceptionally beautiful figure of the maiden lightly descended with lotus steps, her delicate and familiar face falling into his sight.
Verafia’s gorgeous golden eyes fell upon his face, and her cherry lips moved lightly: “Ig, I want you to help me obtain them.”
