Chapter 79 Dialogue
Compared to yesterday, the aged face of Grand Elder Beltenan, who appeared before her, was etched with more wrinkles. He was undoubtedly much more frail, and anyone could feel the vitality draining from him.
To such an extent that upon seeing his figure, even an elf maiden like Ain’s gaze turned bewildered and filled with worry.
However, Beltenan showed no concern. Resting his palm on his scepter, he wore not his usual ordinary robe, but an exceptionally grand high priest’s robe that draped over his emaciated body. A pair of cloudy old eyes were filled with a vibrant brilliance.
The Grand Elder of the Wood Elves had obviously also seen Verafia being carried out of the carriage by Ig.
“Miss Verafia, it’s a pleasure to see you.”
Beltenan greeted the golden-haired girl with a kind smile. However, for Verafia, if she listened carefully, she could detect a hint of apology subtly lingering in the elf elder’s peaceful voice.
“Mm. The Grand Elder has also come?”
Verafia slightly raised her scorching gold pupils. Despite her efforts to conceal it, a trace of wariness flickered through.
Grand Elder Beltenan’s smile remained warm and serene when a voice suddenly appeared in Verafia’s ear.
“Miss Verafia, you’ve indeed discovered it.”
Verafia’s pupils constricted slightly, but she sensed that Ig and Ophi beside her had not reacted. She immediately understood that Beltenan was using his spirit to communicate with her privately.
“Hmph, are you referring to the matter of scheming against this young lady?”
Since the Grand Elder had directly approached her, Verafia felt there was no need to conceal anything. Pouting her delicate lips, she replied with clear dissatisfaction.
“Beltenan, you’re not hiding it at all.”
“Because you are not such a young child.”
Beltenan said, “Miss Verafia, concealing things from you offers me no benefit, and it’s better to be straightforward with you.”
Hearing the elder’s words, Verafia’s snowy cheeks lifted, and her golden eyes glared at him angrily.
This Beltenan, who was clearly scheming against her, could still say such things without blushing or batting an eyelid. If she didn’t know for sure that she couldn’t possibly defeat a legend, she would have already clenched her little fists and punched him.
“If Miss Verafia desires my apology, then even if you wish for me to forfeit my life, this old man will absolutely not refuse.”
As if sensing the thoughts conveyed by the girl’s spiritual fluctuations, Beltenan lowered his face. However, his cloudy eyes held a look of determination, and his voice allowed no room for refusal.
“However, I apologize. For the survival of the elves, we must have a goddess… Miss Verafia, do not blame my cowardice.”
“You old fogey!”
Verafia almost cursed through gritted teeth. Her youthful chest heaved. She took a slight breath, her golden eyes directly fixing on the elf elder’s face.
“Why do you think this young lady can bear the will of your goddess? If you lose the gamble, won’t you regret it to death?”
“Miss Verafia, because of you, a phantom of the Goddess appeared, and even a branch of the Sacred Tree was broken off.”
Beltenan gazed at the girl. “Many people believe this is the Goddess’s favor upon you, but for me, it’s not just that.”
“Your current body is already in harmony with the laws of life… If I’m not mistaken, it’s the condensation of the laws of life, even a Divine Spark of life.”
A hint of surprise appeared in Verafia’s raised golden eyes. She was currently a phoenix of flame, but tracing back to her essence, her life essence was actually the Creation Divine Spark turned into a phoenix egg due to Ig’s wish.
Beltenan was the first person to point out such a thing.
“Moreover, Miss Verafia, I had heard of your deeds before this.”
Beltenan’s voice reached her, and sensing the girl’s raised gaze, he said, “Although the entire elven nation is closed off, I had also heard of the Peka incident and the fall of the Sacred Sword King.”
“On that night, it was not just Ig who appeared beside you. But before that, there was an unparalleled, noble Goddess who wielded blazing gold flames… That Goddess Princess, you are Miss Verafia, aren’t you?”
Verafia’s golden eyes gazed at him.
Anyone who knew about that night at Lichen, understood Ig’s identity, and then saw her would most likely be able to guess her identity. Therefore, there was no need to deny it.
“Although I don’t know why, Miss Verafia, you have become so young while still being the Flame Goddess. But no matter what, you yourself exist as a Goddess.”
“So, you think this young lady can bear the Goddess’s will?”
Verafia’s golden eyes flickered as she said softly.
Of course, whether it was her body condensed from the Creation Divine Spark, or the fact that Verafia was once a Goddess, with such matters laid out before them, Verafia felt that anyone in Beltenan’s position would have no hesitation.
Her small white-stockinged feet tapped lightly within her small leather shoes. Verafia raised her golden eyes, her childish voice carrying an exceptionally cold tone:
“But, Beltenan, why do you think this young lady will obediently listen to you?”
Verafia was clearly threatening him, but Beltenan’s expression was indifferent.
“Miss Verafia, in fact, you haven’t told that human boy about my intentions. Even at this moment, you are still accepting communication with me through spirit, rather than interrupting.”
The elf elder said. Suddenly, her vision widened, and Ig and Ophi beside her were all within her sight. Verafia’s pupils involuntarily constricted.
This was Beltenan’s spiritual domain, and Ig, as well as that stupid ice dragon, were specifically shown to her by Beltenan.
“Miss Verafia, you have already made such a decision, and I don’t think you have many other choices.”
Beltenan’s voice made Verafia gnash her silver teeth in anger. This ancient elf, did he not know that she had no other choice, and that’s why he was threatening her so openly here?
Beltenan clearly understood that because of Ig and Ophi, she absolutely dared not turn hostile towards him face-to-face and threaten Beltenan with mutual destruction.
This Grand Elder of the Elves was also showing her that if Verafia refused, he would not hesitate to kill Ig and that stupid dragon.
This Beltenan, after a hundred years, how had he become so cold, ruthless, sinister, cunning, despicable, and shameless!
The uncontrollable indignation in her heart made Verafia grind her silver teeth fiercely, cursing in her mind.
However, although she said this, Verafia was not just angry. She also knew that from Beltenan’s perspective, this was the only correct choice.
