Chapter 583: Chapter 41 is an adorable maid named Niya.
“Cough, cough, it was just an accident, Miss Ain, you don’t need to worry about it.”
With suspicious eyes scrutinizing him, Igert coughed twice and quickly changed the subject, “But Miss Ain, weren’t you traveling in the Peka Kingdom? How did you end up here?”
“Traveling… There, I was constantly being chased by a hateful dark elf. If it wasn’t for Gu Gu, I would have been captured by her already!”
Her pure white long ears drooped, Ain’sel clenched her small fists, biting her teeth, her small face showing an angry expression.
Igert noticed that the Fire Pigeon, which the Wood Elf girl always kept with her as a treasured possession, was not around.
Thinking of her words, he guessed that the Fire Pigeon might have sacrificed itself to save its master, falling under the blade of the dark elf…
Gently taking Verafia’s small hand, although his young lady looked at him with some confusion, he still showed a look of mourning.
Outside the house, the sweeping snow tore at the sky, exuding the biting cold of the continent being eroded by frost and snow, but a few streaks of brilliant golden light fell, seeming to put a few more smiles on the faces of the pedestrians around.
Leaning into Igert’s embrace, Verafia slightly brushed her beautiful hair aside, her golden eyes gazing softly at the descending sunlight. Beside her ear, Ain’sel continued to elaborate in her melodious and crisp voice.
From her words, Verafia roughly understood that about half a year ago, the girl, while fleeing from the pursuit of a dark elf, accidentally fell into a spatial turbulence. When she opened her eyes, she found herself on the Aer Continent, covered in ice and snow.
“Hmm, so, Verafia was injured by that human King, and to treat her injuries, she went to find the Holy Spring in the Elf Forest but encountered a storm, which is why she drifted here?”
During their exchange, Igert also briefly recounted their experiences. The Wood Elf girl’s emerald blue eyes looked at Verafia with some sympathy. Verafia, who was originally arrogant and willful, now held Igert’s hand like a delicate young girl.
She was inherently a kind-hearted elf maiden. Although she had a small past grievance with Verafia, she naturally wouldn’t dwell on it at this moment.
Having stayed in Vinash City for half a year, Ain’sel had inquired everywhere and learned that there seemed to be a way to return to the Elf Forest. Lacking money, she, with her exceptional inherited skills, which were considered exquisite even among the elves, easily found work in an alchemy workshop.
Originally, Ain’sel had intended to use the hundreds of gold coins she had earned over the past six months to purchase information at a black market tavern, but she happened to encounter Verafia and the others just as she was leaving.
“However, the Holy Spring of Life… The family records do mention it, but it’s already a thing of legend… When I left, even the Moon Well in front of the Ancient Life Tree was nearly dry.”
Slightly lowering her head, Ain’sel said with some disappointment. The Holy Spring of Life, in her homeland, was a gift from the Goddess of Life, representing the origin of the elves and a sacred symbol.
“Lady Siluselis… hasn’t appeared for a long time… Otherwise, those revered elders wouldn’t have betrayed the Sacred Tree along with that scoundrel Zhuorgeya, merely by forging the holy decree of Lady Eluxia.”
She clenched her fists angrily, biting her teeth. Otherwise, the spring water would still be sweet, the Elf King wouldn’t have died, and her sister wouldn’t have had to stay away from home to assist the Queen…
Ain’sel’s gaze suddenly fell upon the golden-haired, white-dressed girl beside her, who was slightly lowering her small face. Igert was stroking her soft small hand, holding it in his. Ophi was also beside her, comforting her.
She realized she had said the wrong thing. The Holy Spring of Life was one of the girl’s few hopes… Had her words just extinguished that hope for her?
“Awu. Actually, it doesn’t matter. When we reach the Elf Forest, I will definitely ask the old men in the family, as well as my sister and the Queen, to help you find traces of Lady Siluselis together!”
Slightly raising her golden eyes, the Wood Elf girl, with her exquisite cheeks, said with conviction, clenching her small fists. However, she knew that this was the elf lady comforting her.
“Thank you… However, it doesn’t matter.”
Facing the elf maiden’s kindness, Verafia slightly raised her fair cheeks and smiled softly.
This was not just a statement that she didn’t mind the girl’s words.
Verafia knew that she was not, as Ain’sel had said, injured in her life origin from fighting Lancaster… but rather, within her body, the will of the true Flame God King, from time immemorial, was continuously awakening.
Fraria’s suggestion was for them to find the existence of deities within the Elf’s Secret Realm.
Recalling the girl’s words, her exquisite eyelashes slightly batted against her golden eyes.
“Ain’sel said that there have been no signs of deities appearing in these decades…”
The elven nation, since the Golden Era, had never lacked divine miracles. A hundred years ago, when she first arrived at the Elf’s Sky City, she had witnessed a rain of life and the manifestation of Goddess Siluselis.
“Did it start with the Black Moon Tide fifty years ago? Igert said it was the erosion of the Abyss… the fall of the dark elves also stemmed from the power of the Dark Abyss…”
She then thought of the God Of Light worshipped by the Sacred Light Church. Her exquisite, slender eyebrows furrowed slightly, sensing an aura of conspiracy.
However, Verafia quickly shook her head with self-mockery. She lowered her small face, her gaze falling on her slightly extended, delicate small hand.
She herself was no longer what she was in Lothel’s time… what qualification did she have to be involved in such a divine conspiracy?
“Thank you, Miss Ain.”
Feeling her small hand being held by the young man once more, Igert thanked the Wood Elf.
“Oh, it’s nothing…”
The Wood Elf quickly shook her head and said, “My house is almost here, just ahead. By the way, Igert, did you just say that the sword called End was damaged?”
“Yes. This way, we’ll have to trouble Miss Ain again.”
When he was in the workshop before, Igert had considered asking Master Kaon to repair End for him, but he hesitated in the end.
After all, End was the sword of the young lady beside him. After she reforged it, it not only hid the divine power of the Flame Goddess but was also corrupted by the Abyss’s brand and the Demon King’s blood… Igert worried that Master Kaon might notice these secrets.
“What trouble is there in this!”
When it came to forging, the Wood Elf maiden’s expression became lively again, “Oh, right! These days, I’ve been looking through ancient texts. That sword seems to be Sister Lavnorose’s masterpiece. If possible, I’d like to observe it up close… Hmm, we’re here!”
Ain’sel raised her face and spoke in a clear voice.
Igert followed the Wood Elf to the door. However, the girl did not push the door open, but rather raised her fair fingers and gently knocked on the door.
Did Ain’sel’s home have roommates?
Igert thought. If that were the case, he would have to remind the girl to find a secluded place for End…
A pattering sound came from the crack under the door, sounding crisp. A moment later, the door was pushed open with force.
Igert didn’t see who opened the door at first. After a moment, he looked down and saw a tiny figure, barely half his height.
Beautiful, flame-like beautiful hair fell slightly onto her thin shoulders, and a small face, tilted slightly upwards, was rendered even more exquisite and cute by the clear light spilling through the doorway.
Her large eyes, slightly tinged with golden luster, like magnificent fire rubies, blinked slightly in confusion.
A loli even smaller than Flarn?
Igert turned his head and looked at the Wood Elf girl beside him in surprise.
“This child, could it be… Miss Ain, that you adopted her?”
Igert almost bit his tongue, almost saying the wrong thing. Fortunately, he quickly reacted.
It was unlikely that the Wood Elf maiden could have a child that grew this much in just one year. Moreover, her hair color… didn’t match at all!
Igert thought to himself.
“Niya isn’t a child. She’s an adorable maid named Niya!”
The red-haired loli raised her head and corrected him earnestly, her face full of pride.
“Niya… a maid?”
Igert examined her carefully and noticed that the girl’s small dress was made of black and white satin, with a ruffled white apron. Her small feet, clad in white stockings, were tucked into exquisite little leather boots.
Indeed, it was a maid’s attire. But, such a young child… Hadn’t the Wood Elf kidnapped her?
Igert looked sideways with suspicion, only to see Verafia, who was holding his hand and leaning beside him, her slender eyelashes fluttering slightly, a ripple appearing in her golden pupils. For the first time, she looked at the red-haired girl with interest.
“Heh… Interesting.”
Suddenly, a peculiar laugh rang out. Igert’s heart tightened, and within his body, the long-dormant Godhead of the Fallen Stirred, a surge of demonic smoke rising. Along with Igert’s dark demonic power as a Demon King, it materialized at his eyes.
Beside him, Verafia looked up in surprise, but sensing that Anderdun was not making any move, she was merely observing through the boy’s eyes.
“Anderdun, what are you talking about?”
Igert asked.
“Heh… This girl, even before this seat, was merely a spirit, and now she has become a creature of flesh and blood. Don’t you find it interesting?”
Anderdun had seen this girl named Niya before?
Igert frowned.
A hundred years ago, Anderdun was killed by Lancaster in the Glan Highland of Andelfir Province.
Last year, the envoy of the Magic Monarch Fatter, a necromancer named “Rogue,” opened the Abyss of Deathly Stillness with the aim of resurrecting him and seizing his Godhead, but he was killed by Verafia… Since then, Anderdun had been residing in the girl’s divine power crystal.
“But, that Abyss of Deathly Stillness didn’t have a girl like Niya… Wait, Anderdun said she was a spirit?”
Igert suddenly realized. He remembered that when their magic airship crashed, Ain’sel’s Fire Pigeon was lost and rescued by Verafia… And then, they fell into the Nether Abyss, and directly faced the resurrected Anderdun!
Moving his gaze in surprise, Igert looked at the little maid who had run to Ain’sel’s side, affectionately holding the Wood Elf’s hand to her small head, “Could it be… Niya, is Miss Ain’s Fire Pigeon?”
“Eh, Igert, you recognized her.”
The Wood Elf’s cheeks curved into a surprised smile. Her slender, soft small hand gently stroked Niya’s soft, beautiful hair, “Niya is Gu Gu.”
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Feeling like I’m done for…
