Chapter 58 The Grand Cathedral of the Sacred Tree of Life
Miss Verafia tried hard to lift her face, attempting to find some clue from Beltnan’s expression. However, the elf elder’s ambiguous expression and vague sentences made her feel a little suspicious.
“If this old elf doesn’t recognize her, and she gets flustered, wouldn’t that be like exposing herself?”
After tilting her head and thinking for a moment, Verafia decided not to probe further and pretended to know nothing.
“It’s not necessary to be impolite… but is it really a gift just because this young lady came?”
Verafia’s delicate voice murmured softly. As for words like “gift,” even with her special identity, she didn’t think a legendary strong person would use them to describe a young girl like her.
Most likely, Beltnan was praising the gift of Siluserythus, the Goddess of Life… But could it be that this old elf mistook her for an envoy or an avatar of that Goddess Princess?
“Well, this young lady only came because of Ain. Although, the Goddess of Life did help me not long ago… but I can’t confirm if there’s a real connection with her.”
Verafia said seriously, her gorgeous gold eyes shimmering slightly.
Although she didn’t think this old elf would be a person who would unfairly blame others, Verafia still felt it was better to clarify things first.
Whether it was her personal feelings or her past friends like Ain and Raffynos, Verafia did not want to antagonize the elf race.
Verafia lifted her head with great effort. She had grown a lot since she first hatched, but she was still only as tall as a five or six-year-old girl, not even reaching the elf elder’s chest. It was obviously very difficult for her to look up at him.
Seeing the girl trying to stand on tiptoe and lift her little head, Ig’s lips curled into a smile. He gently wrapped his arms around her slender legs and picked her up.
“Hmph!”
Verafia let out a small “Hmph!” After reacting, she turned her head furiously and glared at the guy who had taken the liberty of picking her up.
However, Ig just smiled gently at her, which left Verafia unsure of how to vent her anger. She simply swallowed it back and suddenly turned her little head away.
“Well, knowing to pick this young lady up is also a way to train attendants, at least the height is much better now… and sitting on this guy is quite comfortable.”
Verafia comforted herself like this, gently raising her slightly flushed little face.
Beltnan’s gaze fell on the girl and the young man. He wasn’t completely unaware of their relationship, but the intimate scene before him clearly indicated that their relationship was deeper than he had imagined.
Sensing the girl’s gaze returning to him, the elf elder smiled. “You don’t need to worry. Miss Verafia, we believe you are a gift bestowed upon us by the Goddess.”
“Is that so?”
Verafia’s tender red lips parted slightly as she murmured softly. Being described as a gift always made her feel a little uneasy.
However, Verafia was not an inconsiderate person. She didn’t take it to heart, sat on Ig’s arm, lightly swung her small feet encased in white stockings in her small leather shoes, and then raised her head.
“But, Lorintha promised to lend me the Sacred Spring…”
“You don’t need to worry.”
The elf elder said, “Even without Lorintha, there’s still that girl Ain. Miss Verafia, you are our guest and you carry the hope of the Goddess. How could we be stingy with the Sacred Spring? Moreover, this spring water itself is a gift from the Goddess.”
Verafia nodded lightly.
One of the reasons for coming to the Sacred Spring of Life was that she hoped to use the energy in the Sacred Spring to help her body grow faster. Hearing the promise of the Great Elder of the Wood Elves, she naturally felt a little more relaxed.
“However…”
The Great Elder of the Wood Elves’ expression suddenly became a little troubled. “To be honest with you… not long ago, the energy in the Sacred Spring was used once. It might take some time to open it again.”
“Waiting a bit… shouldn’t be a problem.”
Verafia said. She was not unaware that in times of war, the Elven Sacred Spring was also used to treat the wounded, and that borrowing the Sacred Spring to an outsider like her would naturally lead to opposition from some elves.
“Thank you for your understanding.”
The Elder of the Wood Elves looked relieved. He leaned on his staff, bowed to the girl, and then smiled.
“Miss Verafia, I have already instructed someone to arrange your accommodation and that of your friends. Please rest well for the next few days.”
Verafia, Ig, and the others naturally had no objections. Ain cheerfully walked towards them. Suddenly, the envoy of the Golden Elf stepped forward and said somewhat anxiously.
“Miss, please wait. The Prime Minister wishes to invite you to the Royal City…”
Before his voice finished, Elder Beltnan blocked him, his expression slightly displeased. “Miss Verafia is the hope sent to us by the Goddess. If the Prime Minister wishes to see her, you can ask him to come personally from Enoshir.”
Enoshir is the name of the “City of the Sky,” located at the top of the Sacred Tree, and is currently the Royal City of the Elf Empire.
With her big eyes looking at the High Elf and Beltnan before her, Verafia gently blinked her long eyelashes, appearing innocent.
In any case, for now, she didn’t intend to offend either the High Elves or the Wood Elves… For the current situation, she would pretend not to see it.
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The town of Ebroal near the Sacred Spring was located beside the Sacred Tree. Verafia remembered that when Raffynos took her sightseeing a hundred years ago, it was a very beautiful town.
However, after being brought into Ebroal by the Great Elder of the Wood Elves, as it was already late, Verafia didn’t have time to wander around. Instead, she was taken into the Grand Cathedral of the Sacred Tree of Life.
Merely by its name, it was possible to feel the importance of the Cathedral of the Sacred Tree of Life to the elf race. Even Verafia herself, in her previous life, had not received such courtesy when she came here as the future Sword Saint of mankind.
It was entirely conceivable how much importance the Great Elder of the Wood Elves placed on her now.
“So comfortable…”
Verafia uttered a soft, saccharine sound. Her eyes, like the golden moon, were half-closed as her small body rolled on the soft large bed, revealing a comfortable expression.
Ain, that little fellow, was naturally taken back by the elf elder. However, perhaps intentionally by Beltnan, she and Ig were not separated like Ophi and Irene, but were assigned to the same room.
Well, Verafia was already accustomed to sharing a room with that idiot attendant, so she wouldn’t easily blush!
Thinking of this, Verafia lightly raised her little face, only to see the black-haired young man sitting by the window, looking lost in thought.
