Chapter 633: The Girl’s Guess
Ignet’s expression fell into silence. Before him, the girl’s gaze, brilliant as golden radiance, watched him, her voice echoing in his ears.
“What if this oracle was forged?”
He recalled the possibility the girl had mentioned. If the oracle left behind was truly forged by someone in the Church, then the questions the girl had just raised could all be reasonably explained.
But if that were true… what would be the purpose of that existence, and to what extent had the Church, which possessed the Fire Saint Relic and resisted the frost, been infiltrated by those cunning individuals, or even by the followers of the frost?
The Church of the Fire Saint, the oracle, the sacred relic, and the frost.
Ignet’s palm tightened involuntarily. He felt as if he was being drawn into a conspiracy and a crisis.
If it were just himself, with the favor of Sirius and Azer, Ignet would have no intention of escaping, even if it were dangerous… However, at this moment, beside him, there was a girl he cherished…
“Veer…”
He raised his face, his voice, as if weighed down by heavy thoughts, becoming slightly hoarse, but with a trace of determination.
“Don’t be in such a hurry… This is just my guess, it might not be accurate. And as for that talk just now, if we’re talking about possibilities, it’s probably less likely than a real oracle. As for that Cardinal, maybe he just didn’t take a liking to you, this guy.”
The girl chuckled, her slender fingers, as exquisite as artworks, as if shrouded in a thin layer of moonlight, picked up a fig and put it into the young man’s mouth, interrupting his words.
Ignet’s intended words could be guessed with a slight glance.
However, wanting to escape just because of the danger in her guess… that didn’t seem like his style. Was it just because of me?
She thought to herself, a soft smile curving her lips.
The girl had considered what Ignet wanted to say.
However, whether it was Lottser back then, or her current identity as a girl, she had never been someone to shy away from danger. She had quite a bit of interest in the Frost God after the natural disaster… perhaps, before long, it would be revealed before her.
Moreover… the Mistetinn’s Staff in Cardinal Bro’s hand would undoubtedly be drawn into the storm of frost.
The girl’s gaze lifted slightly, as if she could see the scepter of flame in the hands of the Saint Cardinal.
Although the origin was unknown, it could be determined that this staff was of the same origin as the Flame Goddess, or even equal to the world-destroying sword of destruction… If she could obtain it, it was not impossible to gain the power to restrain the awakening Flame Goddess.
—Although, these days, she often had a fragile and sensitive mood, and often felt pessimistic about the future, like a delicate girl, but that did not mean her rationality would surrender.
Ignet’s azure gaze fell, touching her flawless face. Verafia tucked away her falling smooth hair, playfully sticking out her tongue, her golden eyes blinking slightly:
“However, whether it’s like my guess… most likely, in this selection, there will be some traces revealed.”
Ignet followed the girl’s gaze.
Besides Cardinal Bro and the priests who were in charge, several knights had already taken the stage one after another… If it were as the girl guessed, and if it were truly a conspiracy, this selection of knights would definitely be something those conspirators would need to fight for.
“Moreover, it is said that the Cardinal possesses a secret to counter the frost calamity…”
The black-haired young man’s gaze swept over Kaino, who was quite suitable.
“So, Young Lady, do you think that the infiltrators of the frost cult, and the followers of Kasha, in this city, might also appear in these seats?”
“Tch… that’s hard to say.”
Verafia let out a pleasant, silver bell-like laugh, shaking her head: “However, even if they really appear, they will definitely hide their identities. Without a single Saint Rank discovering them, Ignet, you definitely won’t be able to see them.”
Ignet thought it made sense, smiled at her, and nodded.
“What are you two looking for?”
Ophi, who was chatting animatedly with Niya, looked over with some curiosity. Just now, she had noticed the girl and Ignet looking at the audience seats and the arena below.
“Ha, nothing. I’m looking with Ignet to see if Sirius has come.”
Verafia quickly raised her head, found a reason, her golden eyes slightly curved, her delicate face showing a light and gentle smile:
“After all, Azer and Sirius care so much about each other… perhaps the little Count’s excuse for being busy is just a pretext, and he’s actually preparing to cheer for Azer on the side?”
“Eh, now that you say it, it does seem like it.”
Reminded by the girl, Ophi suddenly realized, ran closer, her exquisite eyelashes blinking slightly in her frosted eyes, and her gaze fell on her face:
“But speaking of which, this little young master of the human race, and Veer, seem so alike… they care so much about each other, but only express it quietly. Hmm… in your human terms, is this tsundere?”
Verafia’s gorgeous pupils tilted playfully, her lips curved, her little face full of pride, with an expression that said “you idiot don’t understand me.”
This little ice dragon did not know that for beautiful girls, tsundere was a very rare moe attribute, quite a lot of people’s favorite. Moreover, she was more of a pampered tsundere, and that kind of girl, with her verbally contradictory and spoiled stubbornness, rarely provoked people’s dislike.
For Ignet… as a young lady, she naturally suited his taste. This kind of tsundere, in his eyes, was more like her intentionally acting cute.
And for the young man, a tsundere personality… wait, it seemed that handsome boy Sirius would also be very suitable?
Moreover, that little Count was usually a very peaceful and approachable person. This contrasting behavior was also quite moe.
Verafia blinked her golden eyes playfully, and along with the suddenly inspired Ophi, she began to look for Sirius.
However, in an arena with hundreds or thousands of people, trying to find one specific person was obviously like looking for a needle in a haystack… and before long, Cardinal Bro, the Saint who had been sitting with his eyes closed, slowly stood up, waved his scepter, and cast streaks of golden light into the arena, enveloping the battlefield where the knights were about to fight.
Immediately after, the sound of a bell rang out in the cold air, as if breaking the frost. One by one, the knights picked up their weapons and took to the battlefield in batches, ready to fight at any moment.
