Chapter 615, Chapter 73: The Demon King is to be my attendant.
However, it was precisely because of this that, as Anderdun said, if Ig were truly to do as he said and choose to draw power from the Demon King’s bloodline in a short period of time, the final result would only be complete assimilation by the dark bloodline, becoming a Demon Race in essence.
At that time, Misella’s blessing alone would be absolutely incapable of preventing the assimilation of the dark bloodline…
Facing the fully activated Demon King bloodline, to maintain the current balance, unless Ig was like her, a deity above the mundane.
Verafia trembled slightly as she gazed at the young man. The black-haired youth slightly averted his gaze from hers, but the hand holding hers unconsciously tightened its grip.
Ig obviously knew the reason, and he had also thought through the pros and cons and made a decision… but why did he suddenly hesitate? Was it because he was worried about this young lady?
Was he worried that she wouldn’t be able to accept his final identity as a Demon Race, even if he wanted to gain power for her sake…
Verafia thought carefully and found that it seemed to be the correct explanation.
“This guy, in his eyes, am I such a petty girl?”
Being cared for so meticulously, Verafia puffed up her snowy cheeks somewhat resentfully, thinking it to be the guy’s distrust, yet feeling a sweet warmth in her heart.
She thought for a moment, then a smile suddenly bloomed on her face. She abruptly raised her golden eyes and pulled Ig’s hand forcefully.
Ig turned his gaze in a hurry, Verafia’s blazing golden pupils seemed to shimmer with golden light, dancing with a touch of novelty. Her clear voice sounded exceptionally light and lively:
“However, if it’s like this, it’s quite good… Hmph, a Demon King serving as this young lady’s attendant, such a thing has never happened even to Herafir!”
Verafia lifted her little face and said with great interest, “Yes, that’s right, this young lady is the Demon King who is to be our attendant!”
The sparkling light in the girl’s bright big eyes and her full of interest beautiful little face made Ig pause slightly. He immediately realized that this was the girl’s gentle comfort towards him.
As if touched by a soft emotion, a sincere smile appeared on the young man’s face. He tightly grasped the girl’s soft, boneless slender hand, and with his other hand, stroked her beautiful golden hair.
“You two, you’re doing it again!”
A voice with a hint of dissatisfaction seemed to come.
Ophilia crossed her arms, her frost-blue beautiful eyes feigning anger as she looked and said, “Really, you’re so sweet and clingy together every day, why are you being so complicated now?”
Ig coughed dryly and awkwardly touched his nose.
Verafia, however, quite cutely raised her little face, her expression light and full of pride:
“Hmph, Little Fei, you wouldn’t understand! As a young lady, you should appropriately give your attendant more care and encouragement, that way, he will like you even more!”
This girl, is she teasing Little Fei on purpose… Why isn’t she shy now?
Ig gently tightened his grasp on the girl’s soft little hand, thinking to himself with amusement. After her words, the hesitation and worry that had been piling up like dark clouds in his heart vanished like smoke.
“However, this young lady is quite interested in Anderdun’s last sentence…”
Verafia returned the Magic Crystal containing Anderdun’s power to Ig’s hand. Her long eyelashes blinked slightly, and her snowy little face leaned forward with curiosity:
“He said that there was something unusual about this city, and also a scent related to this young lady… He didn’t explain clearly. Really, Ig, go call him out so I can ask him properly!”
Ig nodded and tried to call out to Anderdun in his divine spark. However, just like the past month, there was no response from the pitch-black divine spark, like a stone sinking into the sea.
Ig looked up at the girl with her golden eyes shimmering and staring at him, “My lady, he’s not coming out… Perhaps, he’s afraid of arguing with you?”
“Afraid of me!”
The maiden’s apricot eyes narrowed, and she scolded, “Do I look like that unreasonable a person?”
Ig quickly shook his head in denial.
Her childish snowy face lit up with joy, Verafia nodded her little face with satisfaction, but soon her little hands cupped her face, and she still muttered doubtfully.
“But, Anderdun, did he notice something… Yes, his strength should have recovered to the level of a demigod in this past month. Damn it, this young lady knows nothing, I really want to use my divine power again…”
Ig gently stroked the girl’s beautiful golden hair, but his gaze couldn’t help but deepen.
Even now, standing before him, the girl whose hair he was stroking was still the revered and magnificent Goddess Princess of the world. If she wished, she could possess world-ending power.
In fact, she was even stronger now than when she faced Lancaster’s magnificent figure.
However, the maiden was forced to seal her divine power and authority, from a noble Goddess Princess to a frail and weak ordinary girl, all to delay the revival of another crimson will.
It wasn’t just for her; Ig could feel it was more for himself.
Feeling a sense of urgency, Ig’s fingers tightened slightly, touching that smooth golden hair. The moment he looked up, a smile reappeared on his face.
The girl’s voice stopped gently, her gorgeous and shimmering golden eyes looking at him. Ig gently moved a strand of her scattered hair and placed it by her clean, exquisite ear, smiling and saying:
“Perhaps, there are some things, but Anderdun’s tone at the time, perhaps, he just wanted to say something interesting on impulse, perhaps, it’s not important. My lady, how about we ask Sirius about it when we get back tonight?”
“Mhm, okay. But, yes… I can’t figure it out anyway. Besides, we still need to find that Wood Elf…”
Verafia nodded somewhat unwillingly, her big eyes suddenly raised, and she found that she didn’t know the way. So she glared at the young man in feigned anger:
“It’s all Ig’s fault! Just now, you were only talking to Anderdun and ignored this young lady! Hmm… you even got this young lady lost!”
Being unreasonably angered by the girl, Ig smiled wryly. However, Verafia’s tsundere expression was more like the girl showing off her cuteness and charm.
Well, a tsundere young lady with maxed-out derealization, no matter how you look at it, is very cute…
Ig thought to himself, a smile appearing on his face. He shook his head, took her hand, called out to Ophilia as well, and then faithfully served as a servant to guide the “young lady.”
The Wood Elf girl’s house was not far.
It didn’t take long for Ig to bring the girls there. He smiled at her and, under her rolling gaze, approached the door and gently knocked.
“Tap, tap, tap.”
Like small leather shoes crisply stepping on the ground, a rapid patter of footsteps sounded from the crack of the door.
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I’ve been a bit addicted to Elden Ring these days (crossed out) finding inspiration in Elden Ring. (
