Chapter 72 Goddess of Life
Sleek fingers gently clasped Ig’s large hand, following the novice nun Leisa, Verafia approached the goddess statue, raising her little head with effort, trying to take in the goddess’s features. Between her pure white, delicate skin, a few strands of soft gold hair cascaded down.
“Miss Verafia, this is the statue of the Goddess Princess. By the way, I heard my elder grandpa say that this statue of the Goddess was made by an outstanding mage a long, long time ago. It is said that he received a divine revelation from the great Sirisylvia in a trance…”
Little nun Leisa raised her face and spoke softly, her emerald green eyes gazing at the goddess statue filled with reverence. Even her usually lively voice was subdued, revealing her longing for the goddess.
Verafia nodded her small head slightly.
In fact, Verafia was not unfamiliar with the Goddess of Life. Her followers had been present in the Peka Kingdom a hundred years ago. When she received divine revelations at the Holy Light Temple during the Demon Race War, she had personally witnessed the projection of the goddess.
The statue of the Goddess of Life depicted her as a maiden, with jade-green hair cascading to her waist and emerald-like eyes containing the mysteries of endless life. Her pure white dress outlined elegant lines. Even with only a flower crown and branch decorations, it still conveyed an incomparably beautiful and revered sense.
However, in Verafia’s eyes, the goddess before her was not like her surface appearance, a youthful maiden of life and vitality. Instead, she exuded a sense of tranquility and gentleness, providing a dual sensation of wisdom and motherhood, making even Verafia involuntarily desire to rely on her.
The Goddess of Life, Sirisylvia, in the ancient era of divine conflicts, personally planted the sacred tree. Beneath the World Tree, myriad lives in the Emerald Forest sprang forth, giving rise to the existence of “Elves” and the birth of elven civilization and nations.
In the hearts of these elves, how could she not be a mother figure?
Verafia recalled the slender maiden figure she saw in the instant the verdant tree spear pierced through the magic circle in Fatter. That was a projection of the Goddess of Life, appearing because of her.
The goddess’s phantom vanished in the spiritual power after only half a moment. Verafia clearly saw her face, a sacred and flawless cheek, but within her gentle expression, there was a hint of sadness.
“Goddess Sirisylvia…”
Was it sorrow for the elves falling into depravity, or grief for her citizens not being saved?
Verafia thought to herself, then suddenly raised her face slightly, her tender lips moving, her young voice uttering a series of somewhat obscure words.
“Veer?”
Ig asked softly beside her. The tone of the word the girl had just uttered was exceptionally elegant, even carrying a sense of the flow of rules. However, it was not the common tongue of the continent, nor the language of any of the races.
However, despite the many differences, the melody of the phrase made Ig think of a sentence Herafir had once spoken.
“Miss Verafia said… um, I don’t understand.”
Leisa on the side also scratched her head, looking confused. “However, it’s a bit like an ancient hymn recited by the Great Elder during the Goddess Festival once.”
“Yes, this is the oldest Elvish.”
Verafia thought for a moment, “The general meaning is Sirisylvia, the Goddess of Life’s grateful response to her people.”
The elves were the goddess’s children. In ancient eras, Elvish was born from “divine language” through conversations with the goddess. However, divine language inherently contained the mysteries of laws, making even the languages derived from it extremely difficult for the elves to master.
Therefore, with the development of elven civilization, the need for more convenient languages led to changes in the languages used by elves.
In modern Elvish, there might still be traces of the past, but perhaps only scholars like ancient literature experts in the entire elven kingdom could more or lessmaster ancient Elvish.
Verafia, of course, did not know Ancient Elvish. However, having once been a goddess, she was perfectly clear about “divine language,” so it was not difficult for her to understand phrases that were so close.
In fact, there was one more thing she hadn’t told Leisa.
“I still love you. However, my children, please leave me.”
Verafia’s mind seemed to replay the goddess’s gentle yet sad voice. This was the true meaning of the Goddess of Life’s words to the elves.
Such a phrase naturally meant that the Goddess Princess wanted her children to be independent and create their own civilizations without relying on her.
However…
Verafia tilted her golden eyes in confusion, looking at the statue of the Goddess of Life before her.
It was unlikely that even the true Flame God King Herafir knew about the dialogue between Goddess Sirisylvia and her children, let alone that it was responding so clearly in her mind.
“Is it a divine sense imprint left by the Goddess of Life on the statue, which I accidentally touched? But there’s nothing…”
Grasping a strand of her hair, the girl thought in confusion.
In fact, she still hadn’t figured out her relationship with the Goddess of Life. Even in the past, Herafir and the Goddess of Life had not had much interaction, and their relationship could even be considered not good.
After all, one was the Flame God King who wielded the fire of destruction, and the other was the goddess who represented life. Such opposing existences, it was already quite good that they hadn’t erupted into war.
Her slender eyelashes fluttered, and a smile unconsciously curved her tender lips, but she forcefully shook her head.
If Verafia hadn’t been completely sure that she had seen the Goddess of Life a hundred years ago and was reborn as the fire deity “Verafia” after falling into the sea of flames, she would have almost thought she was the reincarnation of this great goddess.
“Miss Verafia, what are you thinking about?”
The elven girl’s voice came to her ears. Leisa noticed the girl’s distraction and a sense of curiosity suddenly arose in her heart. She tugged at her robe, squatted down, and looked at the young, golden-haired girl.
“Hmm…”
Verafia hesitated for a moment. She couldn’t possibly say that she was wondering if she and their goddess had any special connection.
Feeling Ig’s gaze upon her, Verafia silently glared at the young man.
Thinking to herself that this attendant was not helping her lady out of trouble but only creating more for her. Verafia’s slender eyelashes blinked, she tilted her head and thought for a moment, then her scorching gold eyes swept around before she spoke:
“I was wondering, why did Elder Beltnan seek me out?”
