Chapter 68 Sense of Crisis
“Oh, you know this Wood Elf, Miss too?”
Kaon showed surprise, then shook his head and smiled: “However, I haven’t seen her for a long time these days. I heard that Miss Ain has taken a long leave and is working hard for a friend’s rare weapon.”
Igerte scratched his head with slight embarrassment. He hadn’t expected that Ainzer had been so focused on his End all this time.
Just then, Verafia, holding the exquisite firearm in her small hand, seemed to have finished her experiment, and her small face showed quite a bit of emotion.
Igerte took her small hand along with the flow, thanked Kaon again, and called Ophi, whose big eyes were shining like frost-colored gems with curious light. After bidding farewell to Master Kaon, they prepared to go to Ainzer’s residence.
The road gradually became more crowded with pedestrians. A white dress and golden hair like dawn light, adorning the girl’s flawless and noble temperament, naturally drew the surprised gazes of passersby.
Having been by Verafia’s side for over a year, Igerte had long become accustomed to it. At most, he would shrug helplessly, thinking about how to prevent this girl from being noticed by others.
Even Ophi didn’t seem to care at all… Of course, as the little princess of the Dragon Clan, she had no reason to pay attention to the gazes of these mere humans. At this moment, she instead snuggled intimately with Verafia, appearing like two very close sisters.
“Hmm… Vera’s magic runes are so complicated, I completely can’t understand them. Before, even Sister’s dragon breath runes weren’t this difficult to understand.”
Pouting her tender lips, her youthful and delicate voice sounded very confused. After fiddling with it for a while, Ophi still returned the short gun handed to her by the girl.
Just after leaving the alchemy workshop, Ophi couldn’t resist her curiosity and got the magic gun that Master Kaon had just crafted from Verafia, playing with it in novelty.
As one of the foremost master craftsmen in all of Vinash City, Kaon’s craftsmanship could not be called anything but exquisite, and the materials used could also be considered precious. However, for her, who was a dragon rich enough to make a kingdom and the most doted-upon little princess, those were merely astonishing.
Instead, it was the magic runes written by Verafia that attracted her attention more.
“Because, although it’s written in my magical script, its essence is still the purest flame… It’s very different from the magic created by humans.”
Her slender jade fingers gently wiped the metal surface of the short gun. There was no fluctuation of magic power. It seemed that a touch of vibrant flame added luster to the shimmering runes. She slightly raised her golden eyes, smiled softly at the ice dragon girl who looked so curious, and explained in a soft voice.
Walking beside the girl, Igerte couldn’t help but smile. In the boy’s azure blue eyes, a ray of clear light flashed, reflecting the faint glow of the flame from that moment.
Igerte, who had just used his True Sight Eye, could understand the girl’s words better than Ophi, who still seemed a bit naive.
It wasn’t like magic spells, which required chanting and constructing spell models to invoke elemental particles and simulate them to release terrifying power. The girl’s spells were, in essence, just the “flame” she controlled.
After all, Verafia was born as the Goddess of Flame, naturally possessing the authority over flame. Even if she inscribed a magic incantation, it was merely for her to act as a proxy in wielding the power of flame.
Of course, for ordinary mages, even those at the Saint Rank, without understanding the “concept” of flame, that incantation, that incantation could not serve as a “key.” It was merely a forbidden spell with potentially considerable power.
After all, rules and concepts, even for legends, were difficult to comprehend. They were almost the most difficult chasm laid out below the immortal divine realm. Even Oran, a demigod back then, hadn’t fully mastered a single law.
“What if, on the Aer Continent, someone were to truly comprehend that incantation written by the Young Lady, and through it, push open the door to the divine realm?”
Igerte suddenly had a sudden thought. However, he quickly shook his head and smiled; such a thing was just a thought, and he knew it was almost impossible.
If it were that easy to understand the wisdom of the gods, then why hadn’t forces like the Church of Light, the Elf Empire, or even the “Fire Saint” Church of the Aer Continent, which clearly bore traces of deities, produced half-gods en masse over the millennia?
Even himself, as the attendant of this Goddess Princess, had been quite intimate with her on weekdays. The girl had never been stingy in answering his questions, sometimes even demonstrating personally. Logically speaking, his contact with “laws” should have been quite frequent.
However, Igerte’s concept of laws was still murky, even with the True Sight Eye. The only thing he could sense in advance was the wisp of “severance” that Grand Duke Oran had imparted to him that day.
“However, Vera also said that understanding laws still depends on one’s own attainments… And, only after reaching the Saint Rank or Legend Rank can one have a clearer comprehension… I am still far from it now.”
Igerte suddenly felt a sense of crisis. He clenched his fist slightly, feeling the power in his palm.
He was still at the Platinum realm, which was already considered powerful in the eyes of ordinary people. Moreover, in his blood, once ignited by the girl’s flame, flowed the power of the Demon King from another world.
Igerte was confident that even if he reached the Crystal or even the Star realm, he could achieve it with time.
“But, Crystal, Star… these are far from enough.”
He was accompanying a Goddess.
Moreover, Igerte increasingly felt a sense of crisis in his heart, as if a terrifying calamity, a black night shrouding the earth, was truly about to descend, and he would be unable to protect the girl by his side.
It was truly laughable. If a real calamity were to strike, and Verafia no longer cared about Herafir’s existence, then she would truly be a Flame Goddess capable of rivaling Lancaster. At that time, why would she need his protection?
The only possibility would be that such a calamity would even shock the gods…
As for himself, let alone god-level or demigod-level, which were unattainable realms, even the Saint Rank was still far beyond reach, and he didn’t even have the slightest thought about it.
Igerte never dismissed his vague premonitions as false, let alone after Verafia had explained his True Sight Eye to him.
And even that fleeting aura made him tremble.
Igerte thought of the rift that appeared behind Ilis in the sky that day, the terrifying Abyss Eye; and the dark aura of the dragon devouring the Demonic Dragon beneath the broken and withered World Tree.
What if the girl beside him were truly in danger…
Suddenly, his palm was gently grasped by the girl’s soft little hand.
Verafia, who had just been softly laughing and explaining to Ophi, seemed to have sensed something. Her clear and magnificent big eyes shifted slightly, looking at his face.
Igerte looked up, trying his best not to show any worry so as not to make the girl anxious, and asked with a smile, “Young Lady?”
Her slender eyelashes blinked gently, and her snow-white dress seemed to be tinted with a golden dawn light by the gentle breeze. Verafia’s youthful little face suddenly lifted slightly:
“Hmm, Igerte, were you worried about this young lady just now?”
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As I was writing, I realized I had gone off track…
