Chapter 124 Sorrow in a Smiling Face
“Ha, it was just a spur-of-the-moment decision…”
Seeing a deep hint of resentment in the girl’s golden eyes, and combining it with her shyly flushed snowy cheeks and her yearning gaze at that moment, Ignett found himself somewhat embarrassed and scratched his hair.
He suddenly looked up, “However, there is indeed something I’ve been wanting to tell Miss.”
Verafia suppressed her emotions with all her might, the blush on her snowy cheeks slightly fading. She crossed her arms, puffed out her chest, and tilted her head, putting on a cheerful expression after feigning anger.
Glancing at the night sky shrouding the entire city behind the girl, Ignett lowered his head, hesitated for a moment, and said:
“Miss, you mentioned before about the possible fate of this city… Although you don’t care, you are, after all, a deity. I was wondering, could we perhaps ask Miss Shiel to take you…”
“You want to leave this young lady alone outside?”
Verafia’s golden eyes narrowed. She pouted, how predictable his words were, “Hmph, I won’t. If Ignett abandons me and runs into an accident outside, then what should I do?”
Hmm, her tone just now was like that of a willful and spoiled young girl…
“No, I don’t want to leave Vera alone.”
Ignett answered somewhat hastily, “I’m just worried that Miss might face danger. If that Frost God is truly after you, Vera, I… right now, at most, I’m just crystal and can’t protect you.”
“If Vera is worried, I can let Little Fei accompany you…”
“Tch.”
A crisp, bell-like girlish laugh interrupted him. The girl’s slightly raised golden eyes, like a magnificent gem, shimmered in the rippling moonlight.
She suddenly pursed her tender lips, and with her jade lips and pearly teeth, she softly uttered a hushed sound.
“Ignett, you’re an idiot. Do you really think this young lady is afraid?”
Ignett was stunned for a moment.
“Ignett, we’re lovers. We promised to always be together. How could I be afraid of danger and abandon you here, running away alone?”
A soft smile played on her lips, and her golden eyes shifted. Suddenly, her tone changed, and she put on a bossy demeanor like a young lady.
“If you, this guy, accidentally die, then where would this young lady find another attendant exactly like you?”
“But…”
“There’s no ‘but’.”
Verafia waved her pure white little hand, interrupting the young man’s words, “Didn’t this young lady already say it? That Frost God isn’t much of a threat to me. If it were truly dangerous, this young lady would have dragged you and run away long ago.”
“Speaking of which, I’m quite interested in Him. this time is a very good opportunity… In short, Ignett, don’t entertain such silly thoughts, or this young lady will be very angry.”
“Is that so…”
Verafia followed suit, a soft, beautiful smile gracing her rosy cheeks. She lowered her head, her eyelashes blinking gently, her peripheral vision catching the firelight spilling from the church in the distance.
Actually, there was something else she hadn’t told Ignett in her words.
That Frost God was indeed a chance for her to try something new… However, what Verafia was truly interested in was Mistetinn’s Staff in Cardinal Bro’s hand.
Even though she hadn’t touched it, that staff undoubtedly had a not-so-shallow connection with her, or rather, with the divine position of the Blazing Flame.
Through the power of that staff, Verafia could try to suppress the continuously reviving will of Herafir, who resided in the divine position of the Blazing Flame.
Thinking of that name, Verafia’s slender eyelashes trembled involuntarily.
“Herafir…”
She murmured it without changing her expression. Since the night of Lichen, this name had been like a heavy sword hanging in her heart. Verafia knew even better that Ignett bore more pressure because of it than she did.
But she had been deceiving him all along…
Her slender, fair wrist, softly reflecting the moonlight, was as delicate and exquisite as jade ware, yet she felt as if she had been pricked by a needle. She unconsciously drew it back behind her, not wanting Ignett to see.
Her flawless, smooth skin, that vibrant crimson blush, she could only hide with lies.
It wasn’t, as Ignett had told her, that there were still several years left… Nor was it like the past few days, where she had pretended to be carefree, as if nothing had happened, maintaining that cheerful young girl persona…
These happy days had almost fooled herself.
She thought again of half a month ago, when she had forced down the sadness in her eyes and spoken her lie to Ignett in the moonlight, using the same carefree tone.
She had already accepted the possibility of dying… why, then, did she still feel sadness, grief?
She had found attachment again, joys she clung to, but…
Even the sadness she had suppressed before overflowed her heart once more at this moment.
She wanted a place to rely on, someone to love… but, she shouldn’t have involved him, she should have borne it alone…
She suddenly began to hate herself for being a girl, for having such sensitive, delicate emotions. If not for that, she wouldn’t need to pretend like this and could face things honestly.
“Vera?”
Ignett looked at the girl who had buried her face. Her expression still held that gentle smile, her slender eyelashes softly concealing her golden eyes, and he wondered what fun things she was contemplating.
Verafia’s slender, jade-like arms suddenly wrapped around his waist.
The girl’s flawless little face nestled against his chest, and she softly cooed, “Mmm, you idiot, you don’t even know how to hold Miss.”
“Hold… hold you…?”
Ignett was stunned for a moment, but his hands involuntarily wrapped around the girl’s slender waist.
His fingers touched her warm, smooth skin and her beautiful, delicate curves.
Even through the silk of her skirt, the girl’s soft, tender, and delicate body pressed against him, making him feel refreshed and delighted.
Verafia suddenly lifted her little face slightly. Her pure white cheeks were adorned with an alluring rosy blush, and her magnificent golden eyes were filled with affectionate tenderness, as if condensing into tiny hearts.
Ignett swallowed hard. Why was this young lady suddenly… suddenly offering herself so readily again?
Moreover, this familiar scene gave him a sense of unease.
But the pure and magnificent girl, appearing before him with such captivating affection at this moment, caused a physiological reaction in Ignett. He struggled to conceal his arousal, his entire body becoming hot.
Ignett didn’t experience such feelings often… The last time was when this young lady suddenly seemed ignited by desire and wanted to be intimate with him.
Thinking of that scene, he suddenly became alert.
No matter how alluring this young lady was, he had to restrain himself this time. Otherwise, this girl might suddenly get scared again…
He hadn’t forgotten the awkwardness of holding back that day, feeling uncomfortable for almost the entire evening.
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Actually, all the foreshadowing before was just to write this little bit…
But it’s still not finished (going crazy…)
