chapter 162 | Oversight
“This is… Miss Verafia’s lantern?”
A bright light flashed in Azer’s eyes. Verafia had lent this lantern to him before, and Azer had comprehended a trace of the law of flame from it.
The flame of the lantern was not just limited to her side, but like a rippling wave, it gradually spread, soon encompassing everyone present.
The priests and knights, surprised, raised their faces and extended their frostbitten hands, wanting to touch the spreading faint golden glow. They felt a soft flame power, like a curtain, melting the invading frost calamity.
“A very thin frost calamity law… it should not be difficult to bear.”
Picking up the lantern, the soft flame was also reflected on her pure white delicate face, Verafia murmured softly.
“Miss Verafia, could this be your spell?” In the crowd, a knight excitedly exclaimed. The warmth of the flame, melting the chill that had eroded into his flesh, made him temporarily forget his previous grievances.
Verafia gave a soft “Oh?” and shook her head.
“It’s not my spell, it’s just a lantern. Moreover, it cannot completely resist the frost calamity here, it can only reduce its power.”
Although it was only the outer edge of the frost calamity, with Verafia’s current abilities, without demonic power, maintaining the domain of the lantern over such a large area could not completely block the erosion of the frost calamity.
Of course, for the vast majority of priests and knights, this level of erosion was not particularly difficult.
After softly explaining, Verafia raised her gold eyes again, looking at the excited knights and priests, and said:
“Of course, this lantern may draw the attention of that Frost God after the calamity. If you follow me, you may encounter more danger.”
Verafia knew that her identity had already led to much speculation. Coupled with the fact that she had produced this lantern, there was no need to conceal it further, so she did not hide anything and spoke softly.
“If you are worried, you don’t necessarily have to follow me. Perhaps the calamity that descended upon this city will soon dissipate.”
She smiled gently and added to those who suddenly appeared hesitant.
After a moment of noise, the vast majority of people still chose to stay within the range of the lamplight, with only a small portion leaving.
However, Verafia and others noticed that most of the people who left were knights who were originally under Count Hyde. They were not followers of the frost calamity, but after their lord’s betrayal, they were also worried about being abandoned, so they chose to leave on their own.
Of course, their choice to leave was their own decision. Verafia certainly had no obligation to stop them.
In the cold night, the lamplight illuminated a cluster of corners, braving the wind and snow. In the quiet cold night, a temperature formed by a group of human colors began to move.
Ig walked beside the young girl, his delicate little hand gently holding the lamplight, casting it on his face. However, a hint of worry flashed in Ig’s eyes.
“Veer… you said that through this lantern, the god of this frost calamity might find you?”
In Verafia, besides Herafir, who was awakening within her body and about to replace her, the cold deity who was also coveting her after the frost calamity made Ig hold the same worry.
“You’re talking about this?”
Verafia turned her head, blinked her big eyes, and a mischievous smile suddenly appeared on her tender, delicate face. “Hmm… what I said was just a ‘possibility’. Whether that Frost God can find me, well, that depends on him.”
From the sky, the frost calamity that devoured the earth was the condensation of the descending frost law.
At the level of a deity, this could almost be equated to a corner of a divine domain. Every falling snowflake could be seen as one of its eyes.
It could be said that if one fell into the frost calamity and was noticed by such a god, it was almost impossible to escape its will.
But this was only for ordinary humans. Although Verafia did not have divine power, her life level was that of a deity, and she even possessed a higher status.
She clearly had the means to distort the gaze of this god.
Therefore, as Verafia said, the possibility of being discovered by the Frost God might increase by taking out this lantern, but it was still not a high probability.
Hearing the young girl’s explanation, Ig breathed a sigh of relief, a smile appeared on his face, and he reached out to ruffle the smooth golden hair on his little head.
“Hmm, you guy! In front of so many people, you must respect the Young Lady!”
Verafia barely maintained her “cold and aloof Young Lady” image. After he ruffled her head two more times, she became annoyed, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, her gold eyes shooting a fierce glare at this “bad guy who offended the Young Lady’s dignity.”
But suddenly, the young girl’s delicate eyebrows furrowed briefly.
She realized she had overlooked something.
Those who had left their ranks were not just those few knights… at the very beginning, there was that Black Robe priest named “Olmer.”
“This is terrible… I actually forgot about this. Have I been a human girl for too long, forgetting my posture as a goddess? Even I overlook such things.”
She rubbed her cheeks with some distress.
That priest was connected to her by karma… If he fell into the hands of the frost calamity, it was not impossible for this god to find her.
For a divine-level existence, when faced with entanglement by karma, one should directly burn and sever it, or directly erase that person, at the very least, keep him within the scope of control.
“Veer, did you think of something?” Ig noticed the young girl’s abnormality and suddenly asked.
“Hmm, it’s nothing, really. I’m probably just overthinking it…”
After a moment of hesitation, Verafia shook her head and did not say anything more.
After all, this was just her speculation. Relying on a slight possibility to find her, even within the domain of the frost calamity, the probability was not high.
Moreover, for rules such as karma and destiny, even in the divine realm, they were considered knowledge that was not easy to grasp. Even Verafia, and even Herafir, were not very skilled at them.
This Frost God had only been born for less than a hundred years, and was not even complete. The possibility of understanding and applying it was probably even smaller than directly finding her.
Thinking this, Verafia was slightly reassured. Her gold eyes blinked briefly, and a cheerful expression returned to her delicate face.
She raised the lantern. Frost and snow, wind and snow brushed past her sides, gently lifting the corner of her pure white robe. The soft flame light scattered, rendering a gorgeous color, like fireflies.
