Chapter 585: Fantasy Time
In the white wedding chapel, amidst melodious hymns, a beautiful young girl with pure white wedding dress, holding flowers, and a shy smile, her fair little hands wrapped in white lace gloves, a silver ring glinting with radiance, shyly placed into a hand.
A cry, beautiful golden hair scattered, the delicate young girl, her beautiful face filled with a happy smile, holding a tiny life in her embrace…
Fleeting lights danced in the beautiful moment. The black-haired youth’s lips curved slightly, filled with an aspiring smile.
Not long after, Ig had already thought of names for himself and the young girl’s third child.
Suddenly, his arm was gently pushed.
Ig was startled awake, and looking up, he saw the young girl’s beautiful face, close and curious: “Hmm, Ig, what are you thinking about… Is it me, this young lady?”
Before her, Niya also curiously raised her big eyes, watching.
“Cough, cough, haha, no, Young Lady…”
Shaking his arm, Ig laughed heartily, with a rather awkward smile.
Thinking of this Young Lady… well, that was true, but how should he put it?
Smiling, he ruffled the girl’s head, pulled her into his arms, and then gazed deeply into her beautiful golden eyes: “I was thinking about the names for the children I would have with Veer after our wedding…”
What would happen after saying such words?
The young girl’s pure white delicate face slowly flushed with a captivating blush, her teeth gently biting her red lips, shyly burying her little head in his embrace, and gently hitting his chest with her little fist?
—More likely, wouldn’t she be burned to death by this shy and angry Young Lady!
Seeing Ig frantically shake his head, Verafia blinked her golden eyes, her little face full of confusion.
She had become interested and wanted to ask because she saw Ig seemingly thinking about something interesting… Why was this guy resisting so much?
Her little hand tugged at his arm, Ig’s body seemed stiff, Verafia’s face grew more suspicious, and she suddenly thought of a possibility.
Her golden eyes shifted slightly to Niya’s cute, tender little face.
Could it be that Ig, this guy who obviously had a strong preference for bird-people, wanted to sneak Niya into his bed at night when she was asleep, and then, amidst the girl’s cries of mingled pain and pleasure, engage in some unspeakable, sinful activity?
Her gaze suddenly sharpened, and the young girl’s golden eyes looked at him scrutinizingly. Her jade-white slender fingers squeezed Ig’s waist heavily.
“Hiss—ass—”
“Eh, Ig, what’s wrong?”
Ain, who had walked out, heard the youth’s gasp. Her beautiful emerald blue eyes blinked in confusion, and she approached them with a cup of flower tea:
“Did you accidentally bite your tongue again just now?”
“Cough, cough… It seems so.”
Quickly grabbing the girl’s small hand, the young girl still had some resentment in her heart and was randomly flailing around. Ig held her wrist and placed it in his embrace, then turned to the wood elf maiden: “Yes, Miss Ain has finished preparing?”
“Yes!”
Ain Sel nodded crisply, smiled on her delicate face, and patted her satchel that seemed to be woven from branches: “The tools for the Lancaster family’s inherited techniques are all in here. Ig, let me see your sword.”
Seeing that the wood elf was preparing to repair her sword, Verafia’s little face became serious. She stopped pestering Ig and sat up straight.
Suddenly, the young girl thought of something else. She jumped off the sofa and found Ophi, who was still engrossed in eating snacks, and whispered a couple of words into her exquisite little ear.
The ice dragon girl was slightly stunned, put down the snack in her hand, and stood up. Suddenly, frost-blue demonic power spread from her delicate body, gradually becoming transparent, covering the entire elf hut.
Verafia had asked the girl to use her demonic power to temporarily isolate space.
After all, Fuyun retained the traces of deities… and was also tainted with the imprints of the Abyss and the Demon King. Taking it out rashly, Verafia was worried that the leaked aura would disturb the powerful individuals in Vinash City.
Seeing this, Ig couldn’t help but smile on his face and took out Fuyun.
The sword blade was badly damaged, but the moment it was taken out, a sharp aura rushed towards them. Hidden with faint lingering embers, dense darkness seemed to condense into substance in the air, hitting the frozen ice crystals at the edge of the hut and shattering several ice crystals.
“This… this is that sword of yours from back then?”
A trace of surprise appeared in the wood elf maiden’s emerald blue eyes. In that instant, Ain Sel did not connect the sword Ig took out with the weapon she had reforged with “Burning Stars Flame” before.
“Yes. It is indeed Fuyun, which Miss Ain forged for me back then.”
Ig handed Fuyun to the elf maiden. Ain Sel examined it carefully.
“Hmm, the imprint of the Abyss, and the flame of that Phoenix… it seems to be the work of my sister, but it was completely destroyed long ago. Was it recast by that Phoenix’s flame?”
Compared to back then, Ain Sel’s vision had improved considerably. She suddenly raised her eyes and looked at Ig:
“There are still traces of flame remaining on this sword, did you fight that Phoenix… No, it seems that the flame erupted from within and completely destroyed this sword…”
Verafia was slightly amazed. With just a simple observation, Ain Sel had guessed the reason for Fuyun’s damage. In terms of forging talent, this relatively young wood elf might not be inferior to her sister, Laphnost.
Before escaping the final wall of Fuyun, they encountered Rodrigo, a Saint Rank Knight under Lancaster. Verafia voluntarily collapsed Fuyun, releasing the divine power of blazing flames within the sword, which allowed them to defeat this powerful knight at the peak of the Saint Rank.
“…At that time, facing a powerful enemy, the Young Lady had to collapse this sword and unleash her power within it.”
Ig said simply, looking at the pensive elf maiden, and asked earnestly, “Miss Ain, can you repair Fuyun?”
“Repair this sword…”
Ain Sel murmured hesitantly, then suddenly raised her eyes: “I can try… but, as I just said, this sword was completely damaged a long time ago. Back then, you could still use it because of the Phoenix’s flame within it…”
As she spoke, Ain Sel’s gaze fell on Verafia.
Ig lowered his eyes.
He knew in his heart that Fuyun was the sword of Lord Lothel back then. When he found it before the Blazing Flame Abyss, it was rusted by time, its power completely dissipated, and it was unusable. It was only after Verafia revived that she recast Fuyun with her flame.
In essence, Fuyun’s power was still an extension of the young girl’s flame… and to escape Lichen, Verafia had extracted the flame from Fuyun…
“Then, Ain Sel, do you think this will work?”
The crisp young girl’s voice echoed in the air.
