Chapter 81 Entering the Sacred Spring (Part 2)
“Are you afraid?”
Her lips parted slightly, and her childish voice, filled with a touch of etherealness, echoed throughout the domain enveloped by Beltenan’s spirit.
The elf elder, wisely, remained silent, merely gazing at the small girl before him.
Miss Verafia had never feared death.
Whether she was once Lothel’s sworn sword fighting the Demon King, or reborn as the Goddess of Blazing Flame with a will for revenge, death was merely a predetermined fate in her eyes. Life and death were far below the matters she wished to pursue.
But now…
As if in the tranquil night decorated by white flowers and flying snow, a similar reluctance welled up in her heart.
It was like after experiencing light, one would then fear the darkness. Possessing something beautiful that she didn’t want to let go of, and a future she longed for and looked forward to, how could she not fear losing it?
A gentle golden radiance illuminated her unusually gorgeous eyes as they shifted slightly. Verafia secretly stole a glance at Ig, and then at the Ice Dragon Girl, whose elegant figure was softly outlined by her frost-blue hair.
Her pure white, jade-like fingertips clenched slightly. Verafia had people she loved… and after their parting in the frost and snow plain, the young man’s grief, and even his willingness to give up his life and betray the world to win her back, all of it, seen through Herafir’s eyes, was clearly imprinted in Verafia’s heart.
Finally, she reopened her eyes as the Phoenix, seeing the people she cherished once more.
However, it had only been a little over ten days. Even the sweetness she had tasted on her tongue had not yet faded.
Even Ig, who had it so difficult…
Her fingertips tightened, and her teeth bit down gently. And now, she might be leaving again… Would the Ig she appeared before be a different Veer, wearing her identity?
Her golden eyes flicked up slightly, a trace of resentment lingering within them, and Verafia declared, “Beltenan, you are the mastermind behind my predicament, and I will never forgive you.”
Her voice paused slightly, and the girl turned her golden eyes, a hint of lingering affection within them. “But Ig and Little Fei…”
“Don’t worry,” Beltenan replied.
Since the old elf understood her meaning, Verafia saw no point in continuing to talk. Her youthful chest heaved slightly, and she took a gentle breath, trying to conceal the emotions on her little face.
The hazy surroundings shifted and gradually became clear. In fact, Beltenan and Verafia’s conversation had always taken place within the domain he had condensed with his spirit.
Returning to reality, it was merely an instant. Verafia, still gently lifting her pure white face, happened to catch Ig turning his lowered face.
“Veer, you just now?”
Her cool, smooth, delicate little hand was gently held. Verafia could see a trace of hesitation on Ig’s face, clearly indicating that he too had vaguely sensed something just now.
“Ah, I was just talking to the High Elder about the Goddess of Life.”
Verafia’s mood was not good, tinged with a hint of sadness. However, she certainly did not want Ig to discover her choice. As usual, her brilliant golden eyes blinked, her eyelashes fluttering, and she nuzzled against him playfully.
High Elder Beltenan, holding a scepter and clad in divine robes, appeared within her sight.
“Is that so?”
Ig still had some doubts, vaguely feeling that the girl seemed to be hiding something from him. However, seeing her cute and charming demeanor, Ig did not press further.
“Well, it’s time for this young lady to go absorb the Sacred Spring of Life… When I grow up, hmph, Idiot Ig, you won’t be able to bully Veer anymore!”
Perhaps fearing that if she stayed too long, Ig would notice something was amiss, Verafia lightly lifted herself and said cheerfully and spiritedly.
“High Elder Beltenan?”
“Miss Verafia, please follow me,” Beltenan said.
Ig had remained silent, but his gaze fell upon her small body. Verafia felt a flicker of fear, which she struggled to suppress. She quickly turned around and followed the elf elder towards the Sacred Spring.
The warmth of the young man’s fingers had been tangled in her delicate hair, but as she moved, it gradually slipped away, ultimately fading.
A hint of moisture lingered in the corners of her eyes. Verafia endured it, still gracefully lifting her flawless jade face, and walked beside Beltenan.
There were many elves by the Sacred Spring. Most of them knew that following the High Elder, this young, golden-haired girl would awaken the Goddess Silariss for them.
Countless grateful and hopeful eyes fell upon Verafia.
Her jade-white slender fingers intertwined. However, she did not want to bear such a burden at all… Verafia simply wanted to tease that idiotic Ice Dragon, to act cute by the side of the boy she loved, and to grow up gradually, becoming his wife again.
Her lotus-like feet, clad in small leather shoes, stepped onto the ground. As they moved forward, the Wood Elf High Elder stopped. Verafia raised her head, and a rich life aura washed over her. She had reached the edge of the Sacred Spring.
“Miss Verafia,” Beltenan turned his head to signal her.
Verafia had no intention of paying him any mind. She stepped out with her small feet and walked into the Sacred Spring of Life.
The clear spring water flowed up along her small leather shoes, moistening the children’s socks that covered the girl’s slender legs, and covering her delicate knees. It was not the chilling spring water, but rather felt slightly warm.
It was the temperature that encompassed the concept of all life.
Since she was facing away from Ig and Ophi, and had already entered the Sacred Spring of Life, the effusing laws of life could easily conceal the perception of spiritual power.
Therefore, Verafia no longer needed to conceal herself. Tears dampened her long, delicate eyelashes and slid down her pure white, jade-like face.
“What’s wrong, Verafia? You’re not really a child, why are you crying like that?”
Biting her tender lips gently, Verafia tightened her fists slightly. “Besides, I’m only bearing Silariss’s laws. Do you really think I’ll be assimilated?”
“It’s not like there won’t be a chance to see those two idiots again. Even if there’s danger, compared to the perils I’ve faced before, this is much easier.”
Cheering herself on, Verafia vigorously shook her head, clearing the pessimistic emotions from her mind.
Verafia’s entire young body was submerged in the Sacred Spring. She could still breathe. In the clear and flawless Sacred Spring, she slightly lifted her head, feeling the traces of the laws of life.
Undoubtedly, this would become her battlefield.
But suddenly, Verafia’s slender eyelashes fluttered shut slightly.
“However, the laws of life feel a bit off.”
Verafia murmured. It wasn’t that Beltenan had plotted against her again… Before her were the laws of life of a deity. Even if Beltenan was a seasoned legend, he could not possibly alter the laws to this extent.
She slightly raised her eyes. The laws of life flowed all around. They didn’t seem as dim and silent as she had initially thought, but rather exuded a bright and active aura.
“Silariss is supposed to be asleep. Her laws should also be silent along with her. Why, is she still awake?”
Verafia said with confusion.
And even that didn’t seem quite right. Earlier, by the shore of the Sacred Spring, Verafia had also tried to touch the laws of life, and they had seemed dormant, just as she had thought… Now, they were active again, almost as if it were because she had entered the Sacred Spring of Life.
And, moreover…
Verafia slightly extended her fingertips, and a thread of the laws of life touched her. A fine, gentle sensation reached her.
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There’s still a lot I haven’t written… (I’m going to die.)
