Chapter 63: Must Get Revenge
Beside the Holy Tree, Holy Spring Town Ebrolal had been the sacred land of the Wood Elf tribe since ancient times. During the prosperous period of the Elf Empire, countless people from all over the continent traveled thousands of miles to come here, solely to pay homage to the Holy Spring of Life.
To Verafia, it was also a town with quite beautiful scenery. Merely the life spiritual power emanating from the Holy Spring, without deliberate absorption, doubled the effect in continuously improving her Demonic Power.
Coupled with the special treatment from the Grand Elder of the Wood Elves, Verafia had been living quite comfortably these past few days in the Holy Tree Cathedral of Ebrolal.
As for Belternan’s promise of the Holy Spring of Life, Verafia was not particularly anxious about it… Well, this was, after all, the territory of the elves. Even if she were more anxious, she couldn’t possibly have Igert draw his sword and force them, right?
Moreover, Verafia had a faint feeling that it seemed this legendary Elf Elder also expected her to use the Holy Spring of Life.
“The Holy Spring of Life is related to the goddess Silos, Muse… Hmm, what does this have to do with this young lady?”
Verafia tilted her little head slightly.
Under Fater’s phantom incarnation, it was precisely because of the descent of the Life Goddess that they were saved. Verafia had also been a deity, and naturally, she wouldn’t deceive herself into thinking this had nothing to do with her.
However, for the time being, she still had some difficulty in understanding the specific reason.
She gently shook her little head.
During the war, the Holy Spring of Life was of inestimable importance to the elf tribe. The life power contained within the Holy Spring could help many injured soldiers to heal their wounds quickly. However, these past few days, the Holy Spring of Life had been completely sealed off. Even Verafia could feel the spiritual power of life in the air continuously thickening.
“Is Veer thinking about the Holy Spring?”
Igert’s gentle voice came through. Verafia raised her face, and the soft golden morning light spread across the ancient yet exquisite white stone path. A few fallen leaves from the Holy Tree rendered strands of golden radiance in mid-air.
They were not at the residence arranged by Elder Belternan, but on the streets of Holy Spring Town.
Several days ago, Ain had taken them to tour Holy Spring Town together. Ebrolal, built around the Holy Spring, was indeed a holy land for the elves, but it was not a very large place. Even Verafia would not get lost.
After having breakfast today, Verafia had been clamoring for Igert to accompany her shopping.
Although Verafia was clearly seen as a life-saving straw by elf high-ranking officials like Lorintha and Belternan, her identity had been very well hidden. Most elves might know of the miracle of the Life Goddess’s descent, but they did not know that it was related to Verafia.
Furthermore, with Verafia’s adorable appearance, like carved jade and painted porcelain, it was quite astonishing to the elves. Several times, Verafia had used this cute appearance and her delicate and pleasant voice to act cute and get many elf merchants’ snacks and candies for free.
Recalling this, Verafia proudly tilted her pure white snowy cheeks slightly.
Wait a minute…
She suddenly realized something seemed wrong. She wasn’t a child, so what was there to be proud of?
Although it was quite pleasant to act coy and cute as a little girl, but! Igert was still by her side. Would he not laugh at her as a childish little imp for doing this?
Speaking of which—
Her gaze shifted slightly, and she saw the teddy bear doll she was holding in her arms, which was as big as half her body. It had an exquisite ribbon and soft fur.
She remembered that Igert had stuffed it into her hand when they left in the morning. He had also rubbed her little head and said with a smile, “Princess Verafia would definitely be very cute holding such a toy.”
Verafia remembered that she had pushed back a few times, and then, with a slight blush, she had contentedly held the doll in her arms.
Well, after all, it was a toy of quite excellent quality. Holding it was soft and very comfortable… Speaking of which, this was bought a few days ago when she had pestered Igert in an elf toy shop.
Damn it, could it be that she was truly greedy for the identity of a child, and for days like this, where she would be doted on just by acting cute?
Verafia wanted to bury her little head in the doll she was holding. However, she had not forgotten that Igert was asking her a question. She tried hard to suppress her shyness, puffed out her pure white snowy cheeks, faux nonchalantly replied:
“The Holy Spring of the elves? After all, by giving me the Holy Spring and giving up their own use of it, the elves will definitely have great expectations of me. I’m just a little worried that I won’t be able to bear such expectations…”
“Since Lord Belternan has promised Veer, I’m sure he has already considered every possibility, and it has nothing to do with Veer. Moreover, as the Grand Elder of the Wood Elf tribe, he must have already made considerations for the elf tribe.”
Igert shook his head gently. This little girl probably felt that letting her use the Holy Spring would bring many unnecessary losses to the elf tribe.
Igert was no stranger to the girl’s personality.
Although compared to the indifference hidden beneath Verafia’s cuteness when she was reborn and in hiding, the girl’s personality had softened considerably, becoming more like a cute and moving girl. However, Igert did not think that this little girl would be so naive and cowardly as to blame herself for the sake of others.
Even if she really thought so in her heart, she would not say it so worriedly.
So it was very obvious that this young lady was most likely using these words to cover up something else.
The corners of his mouth couldn’t help but curve into a smile. Igert reached out and gently rubbed the girl’s slightly puffed out pure white snowy cheeks. Verafia let out a small cry, her golden eyes already a little evasive.
“Cute Veer acting cute is indeed so adorable. Yes, even when Veer grows up and is no longer like this little child, she will definitely be a cute little princess.”
Igert looked at her with a smile.
Verafia’s slightly hidden little face suddenly lifted.
“Idiot Igert, ugh, I told you, even if you see through it, you should just know it yourself. Why do you have to deliberately tease this young lady!”
Her face instantly flushed with shame and heat. Verafia’s heart trembled slightly, and her pair of golden eyes were raised angrily, indicating her strong dissatisfaction.
If this guy hadn’t said anything, she could still deceive herself and pretend that she didn’t know anything. This guy must have deliberately bullied this young lady…
Verafia bit her lips slightly, holding the doll. Not only was she shy, but there was also a hint of grievance. Her golden eyelids lowered accordingly, making her look like a little loli being bullied by a scoundrel uncle.
Igert had no self-awareness and continued to rub her little head.
This guy, he’s still at it!
Verafia was so angry that she stomped her little leather shoes and gnashed her silver teeth in anger.
—No, this ungrateful attendant must be punished properly!
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Alright, another watered-down chapter.
