Chapter 60 Sword Technique (Part 1)
“Eh, things like this…”
Verafia straightened her small body, the slender legs wrapped in soft white threads closing slightly as she sat in a duck-like posture on the exquisite and soft bed quilt.
She tilted her head slightly, her large golden eyes looking at the black-haired young man with a hint of suspicion.
Of course, there was no denying such a thing. However, Verafia always felt that Ig’s sudden questioning of her seemed to have some ulterior motive.
Could this guy be trying to make fun of this young lady!
Suddenly on alert, Verafia thought more and more that it wasn’t impossible.
“Mm, it’s like this!”
Just as she was deep in thought, a clear and pleasant maiden’s voice rang out cheerfully, “Master, you are correct… Lady Sister’s Sword of the End was indeed comprehended and created in the Elven Sacred Tree after communicating with Lord Beltranam at that time.”
Verafia’s expression stiffened slightly as she slowly turned her head and saw the sword spirit maiden, Rufina, dressed in a red silk dress with an exquisite beauty, happily revealing this to Ig.
Almost forgot, there’s this guy too… Clearly, she calls me Big Sister, and in the past, she was also my best comrade and best partner. How could she sell me out so easily because of this guy Ig?
Looking at the intimate appearance of the sword spirit maiden and Ig, Verafia pouted her small mouth, feeling a trace of grievance in her heart.
Of course, I wasn’t worried that Rufina would snatch Ig away! It was just that her former sword was now closer to that guy Ig than to her, making Verafia feel a slight sense of heartache and jealousy.
Could this also be considered a kind of NTR… However, it’s the person she likes who is NTRing her, what kind of matter is this!
Shaking her somewhat messy head vigorously, Verafia raised her golden eyes and saw that both Ig and the sword spirit maiden Rufina were looking at her. A blush of bashfulness crept onto her little face.
“Vell, what are you thinking about? It feels like it’s related to Miss Rufina?”
Ig said with a light laugh, his lips curling into a soft smile.
However, the young man’s half-smiling, half-not-smiling expression made Verafia tremble slightly.
Ugh, no! If this guy knew that I was jealous over a sword just now, this young lady will definitely be ridiculed to death in the future!
“Hmph, Little Rufina was still just a sword back then, newly forged by Ravnos, and yet she has memories with this young lady?”
Forcibly raising her delicate face and putting on a seemingly arrogant look, Verafia pouted her tender lips and snorted lightly.
“Well, but what you just said, Ig… it’s exactly like that.”
Feeling Ig’s confused gaze again, Verafia couldn’t care less and quickly said.
Although she might be found an opportunity to be ridiculed by this guy, it was better than being unable to lift her head for the rest of her life after the matter was exposed.
She lowered her head with a hint of grievance, biting her tender lips with her teeth, and muttered, “Ugh, you must be surprised that this young lady asked others for advice!”
Ig looked at Verafia with some surprise. He never expected that such a simple question from him would make this little girl so wronged.
Such a matter must be due to this little fellow’s head overthinking again, right?
However, from the girl’s expression, Ig could somewhat guess the reason.
Unable to help but smile wryly, Ig sat closer to her side and gently picked up her youthful tender hand, placing it in his palm. The girl let out a soft sound, and her raised gorgeous golden eyes fell into Ig’s eyes.
“Of course, I’m surprised… Vell, you probably weren’t very old back then? You were actually old enough to discuss matters with a legendary powerhouse like Lord Beltranam. You truly are a Young Lady.”
“Ugh! It’s, it’s not…”
Such praise from Ig made Verafia blush even more. She didn’t dare to look at that guy, and a blush of bashfulness crept onto her slightly lowered fair complexion.
Verafia wanted to retrieve her tender little hand, which was held in the young man’s palm, but touching Ig’s warm body temperature seemed to make her strength go numb. She lightly bit her lips and pretended to be spoiled, humming softly.
“Hmph, as you said, ugh, this young lady back then was a little older than you.”
“Of course, the Sword of the End did benefit a lot from that guy Beltranam. After the first swing of the Sword of the End on the Elven Sacred Tree, this young lady was promoted to legendary.”
“So that’s how it is.”
Ig suddenly understood. He hadn’t heard this part of the story from the girl before.
At that time, Verafia should have been a renowned swordsman on the entire continent, already a Sacred Domain.
At that time, she and Ravnos came to the Sacred Tree of the Elves. Not only did she entrust the Elven maiden to forge the Sword of the End for her, but after conversing with the Great Elder of the Life Goddess, Verafia comprehended the last move of her swordsmanship and simultaneously drew out her sword for the first time, thus being promoted to the legendary realm.
“As expected of a Young Lady,” Ig praised.
Suddenly, her arm was twisted forcefully, and the girl beside her raised her eyes in shame and anger: “Ugh, this young lady is not a child, Ig, you guy, don’t coax me like this.”
Strangely, although she originally wanted to hear praise, when she really heard it from Ig’s mouth, Verafia couldn’t help but feel a trace of shame in her heart.
“Vell, you found me out.”
Smiling lightly, Ig stroked the girl’s delicate golden hair and pretended not to see the golden eyes glaring at him.
“Damn Ig… Forget it, Young Lady has a generous heart and won’t argue with you.”
Verafia grumbled, “Then, you idiot Ig, what did you want to ask this young lady?”
“Ah, I just felt that your Sword of the End had a slight similarity to the law aura on Beltranam, so I came to ask you.”
Ig said.
Just as he had thought before, Verafia’s previous swordsmanship, whether it was the Sword of Destruction and Annihilation or the Sword of Twilight Termination, represented the ultimate destructive sword intent in terms of space and even the swordsmanship of the entire world.
However, in the Sword of the End, it was brilliant and radiant, a different artistic conception.
“Of course, now I know how the Young Lady broke through to the legendary realm.”
“Is that so?”
Verafia gently raised her face, a strand of delicate golden hair touching her exquisite and flawless face, which was like an artwork. Her gorgeous golden eyes, bright as the golden moon, fell on the young man:
“However, at that time, this young lady had already been immersed in the Sacred Domain for quite some time. Asking for advice from Beltranam and comprehending the Sword of the End and advancing to legendary was almost a natural progression.”
“Mm, unlike you, Ig, you are not yet close to the legendary realm.”
