Chapter 75: A Maiden’s Shyness
The End Sword was placed around the forging platform, and ancient, extremely complex, and obscure magical runes drew fragments of divine power from the blazing fire. A shimmering glow was faintly visible on the blade, which twinkled with starlight and silver radiance. Even before it was fully formed, it exuded a solemn and sacred aura.
As the goddess of flame, and since this had once been her sword, Verafia could see more clearly than Ig, who was using the True Sight Eye beside her, even without any magical power.
“Miss Ain, has it already reached this stage?”
She looked at the still slightly childish face of the wood elf girl, a hint of surprise in her eyes.
Originally, Verafia had asked Ig to give her the End Sword, hoping she would repair it to a usable state, just as before. After all, the End Sword had been shaped by her flames many times. Even if it was damaged due to the outbreak of divine power buried within, as long as the blade and runes were repaired, it would still be an excellent weapon, at least enough for Ig to use until he reached the Saint Rank.
However, she never expected that this elf would melt the End Sword with the Starfire and reforge it into a sword embryo in just half a month… It seemed she intended to recast the End Sword. Verafia still remembered that over a hundred years ago, she had not only invited Ain’s sister, Ravynos, but also a legendary dwarf artisan. Even then, it took over a month to forge the End Sword.
“Because, when I was examining it, the rune markings in this sword were too complex. Not only were there Miss Vera’s flames, but also the traces of the Abyss imprint, and it also felt like Miss Ophi’s ice… there were even traces of sacred light and the moon. I couldn’t quite control it…”
The wood elf girl stuck out her tongue. She was too embarrassed to admit that on the first day, she became so engrossed in studying the traces of her sister on the End Sword that she forgot to remind Nina. Nina directly melted a piece of the sword blade. She didn’t have the ability to melt that fragment back and perfectly integrate it with the rest of the sword body, given such complex rune imprints and even divine traces. Therefore, she had to bite the bullet and melt the entire sword while preserving its framework.
“However, through this work, I learned a lot of knowledge from my older sisters… Those old guys and the Holy Spirit didn’t teach me any of it!”
Tucking a strand of emerald hair, the wood elf raised her face and looked at Ig and the golden-haired girl in the white dress again. Her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and after a moment of hesitation, she smiled and said, “But, Miss Vera, this sword’s level is too high. And although I can manipulate those divine power fragments, I can only use them to build the core of this sword…”
“At best, I can only shape this sword into a barely usable state. Its runes and tempering still rely on you.”
Verafia could grant others permission to use her flames, but that was all she could do at the moment. Moreover, from the beginning, Verafia hadn’t expected this elf, despite her exceptional talent, to be so young and to repair the End Sword to its original state.
She gently pursed her lips and let out a clear voice, “Miss Ain, you’ve already done very well… Even Ravynos might not have been able to achieve this much.”
Upon hearing the compliment, the wood elf’s pure white long ears twitched lightly, revealing a relaxed smile. She breathed a sigh of relief. She had been worried that Verafia would be dissatisfied.
“By the way, Miss Verafia just mentioned my sister Ravynos… Do you happen to know her too?”
“This…”
Seeing the elf girl’s emerald blue eyes, which sparkled like gems, suddenly lift, Verafia was momentarily speechless. She suddenly remembered that in front of Ig and Ophylis, who knew her identity, she didn’t seem to conceal her past identity as Lothel as much, and sometimes, when acting spoiled towards the young man, she would even intentionally hint at it.
However, Ain didn’t know about her past… To directly tell her, “I was friends with your sister back then?”
A feeling of shame, as if avoiding something, suddenly washed over her face. She hadn’t even openly told Ig about her identity as Lothel, although they both knew it implicitly. If she were to actually say it out loud… Verafia trembled nervously and quickly shook her head.
“What a joke… That guy already knows. I’m not saying such embarrassing things, this young lady!”
Suddenly, she felt her hair being ruffled. She turned her head to see that guy playing with her hair, a teasing smile on his face. Verafia glared at him with pretend anger. The detestable young man, who had offended the Goddess Princess’s dignity, seemed unfazed. While smiling, he gently ruffled her little head.
“Ugh, how annoying, how can you treat a young lady like this…”
Verafia puffed out her snow-white cheeks in a wronged manner, but as if Ig had caught her in the act, she had to swallow her anger and remain silent.
At the same time, Verafia also secretly raised her golden eyes to examine Ain. However, the wood elf seemed to have asked casually out of curiosity, and didn’t seem to mind her evasive answers. Her small face still wore a happy expression. Was it because she was praised by the Goddess, or because she was told she did better than Ravynos?
Verafia blinked her golden eyes. This sister of Ravynos seems to care a lot about her…
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Later, Ain seriously discussed flames and the End Sword with Verafia and Ig. Ophylis, who was already uninterested in these matters, yawned several times out of boredom and went to the side to tease Niya, who was still a little girl. Although she always stayed close to Ain and Verafia, Niya, with her ruby-like beautiful bright red eyes, was not shy. Instead, she seemed somewhat drawn to them.
Suddenly, a soft cry caught the attention of Ig and the two girls, making them turn their heads.
“Niya, don’t touch that, you can’t touch it here… Dragon horns are very sensitive! Well, how about I let you play with my tail?”
Ophylis quickly hugged the little girl. Seeing her big eyes dimming with sadness, she felt a pang of guilt. She tilted her head in thought, and her slender, frost-blue dragon tail swayed gently, placing it in front of Niya.
However… speaking of which, she didn’t feel any dislike towards this little fellow, and there was an indescribable sense of closeness. Why was that? Ophylis’s somewhat naturally dazed mind suddenly thought. She blinked her frost-colored beautiful eyes, falling on the doll-like, cute, and beautiful little face of the girl, as if carved from powder and jade.
…Is it because of the Phoenix divine power fragment and the flames? But that’s not right either. Niya, I had this feeling even when she was a pigeon… Although back then, I thought I wanted to eat pigeon meat…
