Chapter 650: Chapter 109 – The Girl of Fortune and Misfortune
Being ignored by Ig in such a manner that disregarded the dignity of the young lady, Verafia was instantly furious, her watery big eyes couldn’t help but rise, and she fiercely glared at him.
However, because Shiel and Irene were still in front of her, Miss Verafia had no choice but to let this guy off, puffing her cheeks slightly, continuing to swallow her anger.
Yet, the actions of the young girl and Ig, seen by all the girls including Ophi, were undoubtedly a display of affection between a boy and a girl as lovers.
A ripple stirred in Shiel’s light golden eyes, revealing a hint of envy, though she quickly concealed it.
After a bit of playful banter with the young man beside her, Verafia’s gaze once again fell on the delicate body of the pink-haired girl.
Shiel was undoubtedly a very beautiful girl, just as Verafia had thought earlier, now showing a sense of unwillingness and the stubbornness in her heart.
Although she was clearly a girl, she was forced to disguise herself as a man, suppressing her desires and emotions. Thus, the identity of Count Sirius was, for her, a lasting, nightmarish oppression that had never ceased.
Beautiful skirts, soft stockings, delicate little shoes, and splendid jewelry, these were all symbols of a girl’s identity, but Shiel had never had the opportunity, only in a small room, to look at herself as a girl in the mirror.
So, just now, like a little girl, stubbornly, she didn’t want to shed her identity as a girl…
“Shiel…”
Verafia’s lips moved gently, whispering her name.
She had once experienced being a man, personally trying the process of personality and habits gradually transforming into those of a girl. She knew the delicate emotions of girls and the moist, crystal-like tears in their autumn-like eyes when touched.
“The things girls like and the emotions they cherish…”
Although she had once been a man and now was a complete girl, Verafia could also feel the constant struggle in the delicate, sensitive emotions of the girl.
Then, Shiel, born as a girl but forced to pretend to be a man, compared to her past as Lothel and now as a girl?
Just thinking slightly, Verafia’s golden eyes lowered beneath the long lashes.
Compared to Shiel, she was undoubtedly much luckier.
No one would question her past, nor would anyone prevent her from taking on the identity of a girl now. At most, she occasionally felt lost in her heart, pondering the differences between her past male identity and her current self as a girl.
Moreover, she was a Goddess Princess, able to make her own decisions, and still someone’s “young lady”.
She could act spoiled and willful in front of him, could rely on him, and when in a bad mood, would be gently held and softly comforted.
Even if she did nothing, the young man would quietly accompany her, gently combing her beautiful hair, dressing her up, turning her into his little princess…
“Ig…”
Verafia couldn’t help but raise her cheeks, she grasped his hand placed to the side, her delicate body gently leaning against him, her tender, delicate voice even moved herself, emotions flying.
Of course, Ig noticed the tenderness in the girl’s gorgeous golden eyes, like water’s soft glow, and that sweet voice that almost melted his heart.
He held the small hand the girl offered and gently rubbed her little face.
This girl, just now pretending to be a proud, willful young lady, how did her personality suddenly change so much, turning into a tender little wife?
He thought with some amusement.
This kind of delicate tenderness the girl rarely expressed alone, Ig held her small hand, suddenly feeling an impulse to hold her in his arms, close, his fingers touching her delicate, warm body temperature.
Gazing at Verafia’s bright, gorgeous little face, and her tender lips like roses, his heart burning like fire, Ig couldn’t help but want to gently kiss her lips, to taste her delicacy and sweetness with his tongue, slowly savoring this sweet emotion.
However, Ig managed to restrain this inappropriate impulse with considerable difficulty.
In the current situation, still in front of Shiel and Irene, Ig could still think clearly, it wasn’t suitable for him and the girl to show off their affection together.
So, he just gently touched the girl’s exquisite nose, causing her to slightly pout her shimmering golden eyes, then chuckled before raising his head to look again at Shiel, who was gazing at them, and the Silver Moon Elf beside her.
“But, Miss Shiel, why, after this, would you dress as a girl, using the young girl’s identity, to go to the arena and watch Azer?”
Ig voiced a question. He remembered that when Shiel gave them the tickets, she had specifically mentioned she had important tasks and couldn’t accompany them to watch.
Yet, Shiel finally appeared in the stands as the pink-haired girl.
“Mmm…”
As if still bearing a sob, the girl softly uttered: “Actually, a few days ago, I had a fight with brother Azer. Because I wanted him to leave Vinash and go to the center of the League Assembly and the Church.”
Ig nodded. When Azer and Shiel had their fight, in the morning, upon seeing Azer for the first time, the young man had told them.
“Uncle Trist… Trist told me, he said, perhaps next year, Vinash City might face a frost calamity.”
Her slender jade hands intertwined beneath the white silk gloves, Shiel forcefully lifted her light golden eyes, her originally soft and pleasant voice now tinged with bitterness and self-reproach.
“So, I thought, let my brother Zel leave here first. The arrival of the Church’s Cardinal and the knight selection held here would be a good opportunity…and also not let my brother Zel feel any doubts.”
The girl’s intermittent voice fell into Ig’s ears. He exchanged a glance with the girl beside him.
As Verafia had said to Azer earlier, Shiel’s actions towards Azer were surely out of concern for him, not wanting him to get hurt…but Shiel didn’t know that in Azer’s heart, she was the first priority above all things.
Azer left the castle, not just unwilling to become a pawn for others in the struggle with Sirius, but also wanting to protect her as her knight.
Azer’s wishes were told to them in front of the burning bonfire at the judgment army’s camp under the nightfall.
Ig hesitated for a moment, then chose not to tell Shiel for now, to avoid further stimulating her.
“So, Shiel, you appeared in front of Azer as you are now, did you want him to see you?” Verafia also calmed down a bit, opening her long lashes, speaking in a euphemistic tone.
