Veil Ofia, with a playful gaze, scrutinized the young girl’s cute little face peeking out from her delicate neck. Iggerte slowly rotated the tall glass filled with a beverage, its transparent liquid showcasing a sapphire hue. Ice floated on top, suffused with the subtly sweet aroma of fruit.
Iggerte took a small sip, his lips and tongue tinged with a cool, refreshing sweetness unlike the sharp bite of the dwarves’ potent spirits, which felt like a sword piercing one’s throat.
“After all, it’s elven fruit wine. But, the taste is quite good…”
Iggerte smiled and shook his head. He felt it was more of a drink than an alcoholic beverage, as recommended by the young wood elf girl.
The sword spirit girl and Irene had ordered Jade Flower Tea, a common drink in the wood elves’ territory. As for the young girl Verafia…
“Why do I get milk?”
Verafia’s disgruntled voice reached his ears. Her pure white cheeks puffed out slightly as she disgruntledly gazed at the large cup of warm milk placed before her. She then raised her golden eyes:
“I don’t want this stuff for kids. Elven fruit wine… *sniff* Iggerte, I want that too.”
“Fruit wine? Young Lady, that won’t do.”
Iggerte refused the young lady Verafia’s request without hesitation. He hadn’t forgotten how, back in his hometown, this young lady, who claimed to have an “amazing tolerance for alcohol,” had gotten completely drunk for an entire night after just a few sips of wine.
Although the fruit wine in his cup could only be considered a beverage, who knew if this little one would get tipsy and end up collapsing into his arms again?
“Besides, Veer is still a child, she can’t touch alcohol.”
“Hmph, you wretched attendant. This young lady has tens of thousands of years of memories, I’m not a child!”
Verafia stood on the chair indignantly, waving her small arms in anger.
However, her peripheral vision caught sight of her own small, short arms, and her childish body, which couldn’t even match Iggerte’s height even when standing on a stool. Her spirits instantly deflated, and with a face full of grievance, she sat down, tears welling in her eyes, and began to drink her milk in small sips.
The two young girls beside her lightly covered their mouths with their slender hands, giggling. Iggerte tried to stifle his laughter, picked up a dessert knife, speared a small piece of strawberry cake, and offered it to the girl as if to comfort her.
Verafia glared at him fiercely with her big eyes. Verafia originally intended to refuse out of stubbornness, but seeing Iggerte’s gentle gaze, she couldn’t help but open her small cherry lips and bite into the cake he offered.
“Ah, it’s just so-so. Hmph, this young lady doesn’t like this kind of cake, nor do I like being fed by you. I’m just indulging you, this guy.”
While arguing stubbornly, her lips and tongue stirred the sweet cream, and Verafia found it unexpectedly to her taste. However, although she used to like desserts quite a lot, had it reached such an extent?
Hmph, this young lady wouldn’t be like this. It must be because she had turned into such a small loli.
After all… being a child, liking sweets is understandable.
Sipping her honey milk in small sips, Verafia reasonably explained herself in her heart.
However, is this guy serving the young lady, or is he really treating this young lady like a little daughter?
Her pearly white teeth gently bit off another small piece of the mortal cake Iggerte fed her. Verafia tilted her big eyes suspiciously and looked at Iggerte sitting beside her.
“What’s wrong, Young Lady?” Iggerte asked.
Of course, she couldn’t say that she was curious what she looked like in this idiot’s eyes. Otherwise, she would definitely be ridiculed.
“Ah, I was just thinking. Should this young lady eat too many sweets? What if I get fat…”
As she said this, her big eyes looked at Iggerte, and Verafia quite consciously opened her small mouth and ate the cake he handed her.
“Veer is worried about this?”
Iggerte chuckled. “After all, Veer is still a child, what’s there to worry about? Besides, if Veer becomes a little chubby, that would be very cute… Speaking of which, in the future, I really want a cute daughter like that.”
*Ugh*, this guy really treats this young lady as his daughter… and he even wants to feed me until I’m fat!
Verafia sulkily buried her face, took a big gulp of milk with force, and her golden eyes slightly lifted. She mumbled indistinctly in her mouth and complained, “It’s all your fault, you guy. Clearly, I’m a young lady, but you turned me into such a small little girl.”
Iggerte just took it as the little girl throwing a tantrum and scratched his head, smiling.
“Veer, do you remember what happened back then?”
“Of course.”
Verafia’s little head immediately perked up. Despite her childish and cute face, she feigned a defiant attitude, “Herafir and I are essentially one and the same. During those times, although I was always asleep, you, this guy, saw everything you did to this young lady.”
From the snowy night expedition, the boy who became taciturn after that night, has always accompanied her. Combing her beautiful hair, unfastening her clothes, taking care of her… She even remembered several times when this guy used his demonic power to seal the carriage, held her little hand, and spoke sweet nothings all night.
Although, at that time, she didn’t feel it and even felt a bit sad, even she herself was silently hurting. But thinking about it now, why does it feel so cheesy?
Verafia quickly shook her little head, her delicate fingertips gently caressing the slightly warm cup rim. Looking at Iggerte, who seemed a bit awkward, her big eyes suddenly flicked up, “Hmph, otherwise, in the end, why would Herafir have stopped you, guy?”
“Herafir, did you make her…?”
“That’s not it.”
Verafia glared at him again.
In fact, at that time, her spirit was very close to Herafir’s. She could clearly feel the will of the ancient God King… It was a posture of rejection, rejecting the role of “Flame Goddess” and returning to this world.
Therefore, it was only until then that Verafia was not devoured by the blazing flame. Otherwise, with the power of the former Flame God King, Herafir would have been able to descend again as a new deity long ago.
If Iggerte had truly seized the power of the dark starry sky, and if it weren’t for her request, Herafir at that time might have just quietly watched, observing her will being completely erased from the blazing flame.
“But, you, this guy, went to such a risk just for this young lady alone… and, this young lady worked so hard to bring you to this point, idiot Iggerte, to casually give up your life like this.”
Verafia became more and more angry. Despite her body being that of a little girl, for a moment, she rebuked Iggerte so much that he couldn’t raise his head.
