Chapter 25 Irene’s Thoughts
Clear morning light scattered upon the streets of Frodella in the early morning, the soft sunlight seemed steeped in the fresh scent of trees, carried by the faint sound of the wind.
Miss Verafia obediently stayed in Ig’s embrace. Her slightly oversized robe revealed two tender little hands, her bright, scorching gold eyes curiously gazing around.
Beside Ig, a golden-haired young girl in a red evening gown smiled gently. Beneath her soft gold long hair was a beautiful face not unlike the girl’s.
To an onlooker, it would likely appear as a scene of a father and his beautiful, gentle mother taking their well-behaved little daughter for a stroll in the morning light.
—However, in reality, although the sword spirit girl of the End called Verafia “sister,” in a certain sense, much like Niya, as a girl created by Verafia using her origin and blood, she was more like a daughter.
Even though it was still morning, there were already many early-rising elf residents in the small town, their gazes falling upon the trio walking together. Among them, the sword spirit girl naturally bore the most attention.
After all, in the eyes of the elves, Ig, who suppressed his aura, was merely an ordinary human, while Verafia, though adorable, was just a child. Conversely, the red-dressed girl beside them, possessing a face eight parts similar to Verafia’s, was equally gorgeous and stunning even in the elves’ eyes.
“Even if I have to accompany Master and Sister, I could just stay in the sword. I didn’t need to come out…”
Sensing the many gazes, the red-dressed girl’s slender long eyelashes trembled slightly on her bright gold eyes. Her delicate fingers gripped the hem of her dress, a hint of bashful red appearing on her snowy cheeks, she whispered in a soft, chiding tone.
“It’s not good to always stay in a sword. Vera gave you to me back then. If, later on, this young lady discovers I’ve driven her sister into reclusion, I won’t get off lightly.”
Ig said with a smile, his gaze falling on the girl’s slightly shyly lowered face.
She was a girl created by Verafia using herself as a template. Whether it was her appearance or her figure, she was exceptionally similar to Verafia. However, the personalities of the two girls were almost completely different, and no one would mistake them for each other.
How could such a gentle and quiet girl learn more from that spoiled and willful young lady?
His gaze fell on the girl in his arms, whose little face was peeking out obediently. Ig couldn’t help but gently rub her little head, thinking, if he were to raise this girl himself, would the grown-up Verafia also be this cute and obedient?
After thinking for a moment, Ig shook his head and chuckled.
Compared to the obedient Veer, Ig would still prefer to see that proud, willful, yet still adorable and cute young lady again.
After all, she was his girl…
“Miss Ain mentioned that there’s a very good tailor shop in this town. I just don’t know if they can make clothes for such a young child like Sister.” The red-dressed girl said softly, drawing closer to his side.
Ig raised his eyes and looked in the direction the sword spirit girl pointed.
Naturally, they were there to buy a few well-fitting clothes and shoes for the little girl in his arms. After all, even if Verafia woke up, she would likely continue to be such a little girl, and they couldn’t have her rely on magically conjured clothes forever, right?
Originally, Ig had planned to ask Ophi to join them. However, this little princess of the Ice Dragon seemed to have an appointment with Ain, waving goodbye to him with a flick of her dragon tail before quickly slipping away.
Just as Ig was about to say something, his eyes suddenly lit up as he spotted the figure of a slender girl with silver hair.
“Miss Irene?”
The silver-haired elf paused slightly and turned her head, seeing the black-haired young man and the others.
“Ig, Miss Sword Spirit… and Miss Verafia.” The Silver Moon Elf walked closer.
“Miss Irene, are you looking for something?”
Ig asked with some curiosity.
They hadn’t encountered Irene this morning. According to Ain, the young girl had gone out in advance before they arrived, but Ig didn’t expect to run into her again here by chance.
The Silver Moon Elf had come here together with them from the ice-sealed Aer Continent. However, for over a year, Irene hadn’t said much, often remaining silent. Compared to when she was beside Shiel, a trace of hard-to-describe sorrow flowed in her silver eyes.
After arriving in the elven world, this elf maiden’s thoughts became even more suppressed.
“Just came out to take a look.” The silver-haired elf said.
“Is that so? How about it, Miss Irene, would you like to join us?”
Irene hesitated for a moment, looked at Ig and the golden-haired girl in his arms, and nodded.
…
With Irene by their side, Ig could feel that the gazes of the elves on the road had changed considerably. Among them, many carried indignation and malice.
The sword spirit girl’s small hands lightly clenched into little fists, gathering her courage, she tried to talk to the Silver Moon Elf. However, both were withdrawn girls, and with just a few words, they soon fell into a rather strange atmosphere.
Even Ig felt the awkwardness between the two girls and couldn’t help but shake his head with a chuckle. By the Silver Moon Elf’s side, he said, “Miss Irene, is there something you want to tell me?”
Not only Ig, but Verafia, sitting in his arms, propped her face with her two small hands, her big eyes looking at the Silver Moon Elf with great novelty.
“Hmm, you guessed it?”
Irene raised her gaze. She hesitated for a moment, then nodded: “Actually, I wanted to tell you… about the Moon Jade in your hand.”
Ig took out a small piece of pure white jade from his spatial ring. The smooth surface of the jade stone shone with a soft moonlight, as if it were ancient, pure moonlight condensed.
This was actually a gift from Princess Mysella to him. According to legends, it could be traced back thousands of years to the encounter between the first monarch of the Peka Kingdom and a moon elf maiden… And a few days ago, Ig had drawn a sword condensed from pure moonlight from it.
“I really have to thank Miss Irene for her reminder that day. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to handle the shadow of the Dark Moon Goddess summoned by Evansta.”
“This is merely the fallen dark elf once again choosing to blaspheme the Goddess. Thus, being purified again by the Goddess Princess’s moonlight is only natural.”
Irene gently shook her head. She clasped her hands, and in her soft voice, a few hints of hatred could be faintly heard.
From just such a sentence from Irene, one could confirm the relationship between the former goddess of the Silver Moon, Elucisia, and the current Dark Moon.
Ig looked up and said, “At that time, Evansta saw the moonlight in my hand. She said it was the ‘Key to the Dark Moon,’ filled with shock.”
