Chapter 94 An Old Acquaintance Meets Again?
“But…”
Ainsell raised her head and looked at Verafia’s usually charming expression, which she hadn’t seen in a long time. Her pure white palm held her front, the eyelashes between her jade-green pupils trembled slightly, and she still felt a hint of confusion, wanting to say something.
“You… are that girl brought by the Grand Elder?”
Just then, a male elven voice suddenly rang out, causing Verafia to tilt her head slightly and look.
What appeared in her eyes was undoubtedly an elf man. He wore the robes of a Court Mage, and the tide of demonic power surging within his body had not subsided. He was a powerful person like a star. However, even so, it was easy to see that this elf mage, like the remaining elves present, had suffered severe injuries.
“You are…”
Verafia’s golden eyes slightly raised as she looked at the elf mage, who was clearly not at all friendly, and asked in confusion.
“Miss Verafia, just now…”
Ainsell said hurriedly, but before she could even speak, the elf mage, disregarding her identity, grabbed her arm and pushed her aside. The wood elf girl let out a soft hum and almost stumbled to the ground.
“The Grand Elder told us that you would awaken our Goddess. For this, we would not hesitate to pay with our lives, nor hesitate to wait here, just to protect the awakening of Her Highness the Goddess.”
The elf mage suppressed the anger in his chest with all his might. His arm was severely injured, and the demonic power continuously corroding the wound was still visible. However, his pupils were burning with rage: “Why is it only you who has appeared? Has our Goddess been devoured by you?”
Not only the elf mage, but more than half of the remaining elves by the sacred spring also looked up at her. Their gazes held confusion, questions, or sadness, and the same anger as the elf mage, but all of them were looking at the girl with questioning eyes.
The person brought by Grand Elder Belternan was just a young golden-haired girl, but the elves present were not dullards. They could clearly recognize that the girl before them was the same person as the girl named Verafia before.
The ripples of law on the Spring of Life were felt by more than a few people, but what appeared before them was not their Goddess, only Verafia alone. Naturally, this made the elves, who had suffered heavy casualties guarding the sacred spring, feel betrayed.
“Hmph, how dare you ask me!”
Verafia’s youthful and snowy face instantly fell, and she crossed her arms with a dissatisfied expression.
Verafia was still full of anger from being tricked by Belternan… Although she also knew that most of the elves surrounding her were likely unaware of Belternan’s plan, and they were also victims, it was asking too much of her to suppress her annoyance and explain.
Not to mention, having been pampered and indulged by Igert until now, Verafia couldn’t stand being the least bit upset as a petty girl.
“Everyone.”
Suddenly, a clear female voice came.
“Eh, this voice…”
The eyelashes between her gorgeous golden eyes trembled, a flicker of surprise flashed, and Verafia raised her head in shock. In front of her, the elves who had surrounded her pushed aside. A clear, singing sound, a spirit bird with green feathers, somewhat similar to her phoenix form, gently flapped its wings, elegantly and softly hovering in mid-air.
And on the side, beneath the silk woven skirt, her pure white and slender lotus-like feet, bare of shoes and socks, lightly touched the ground. She gently extended her slender and exquisite fingers to smooth her pale green, soft hair, revealing her fair face. She was a wood elf woman.
Seeing her face, Verafia was startled, and a murmur immediately arose in her heart.
There were not many elves among the elf race that Verafia had interacted with, but many of them had a deep friendship with her. For example, Ainsell’s sister, Rafnos, the previous Elf King, the daughter of the Sacred Tree, and so on.
As for the one before her, she undoubtedly possessed a legendary realm that was rarely seen in the world. Moreover, both her face and voice were not unfamiliar to Verafia…
“Elder ‘Singer’. What is this…”
The elf mage’s heart was still filled with anger, but in front of a legendary powerhouse who had saved them, he still maintained his respect.
Serelith looked at him, nodded slightly, and then said, “Everyone, this was Grand Elder Belternan’s plan, and it has nothing to do with this girl. You don’t need to make things difficult for her.”
She didn’t truly explain, but the influence of a legendary powerhouse was enough to dissuade these questioning elves. After speaking, Serelith gently raised her head and looked at the golden-haired girl in front of her, a slight smile curving her lips.
“So, you are Verafia?”
“Yiya… It’s me!”
Verafia angrily raised her head.
Discovering that the elf woman in front of her was indeed “Emerald Singer” Serelith, with whom she had traveled and fought against the Demon King, Verafia felt incredibly awkward and uneasy.
Sometimes, Verafia looked forward to meeting her old acquaintances, but when the time came to meet, she became anxious and resistant.
Both in body and mind, Verafia had completely accepted herself as a girl. The memories of her past as the hero Lothel only caused a ripple.
In front of strangers who didn’t know her past, she could pretend to be an indulged young lady. But if her old friends discovered her identity… After all, even when Igert teased her occasionally, Verafia would become extremely shy and angry. If her old friends recognized her, it would be truly embarrassing!
— Well, but this Miss Serelith, who was rumored to have fallen, actually came to her.
Verafia muttered to herself, her scorching golden eyes slightly raised, “Hmm, Serelith, how do you know my name?”
“Sylvia told me you were here.”
Serelith revealed a gentle smile and then looked at her strangely, “However, Miss Verafia recognized me at a glance. Could it be that you have seen me before in your memory?”
“Ah…”
Verafia quickly raised her head and realized that the elves just now hadn’t really mentioned the wood elf’s name. Embarrassment immediately appeared on her snowy little face.
She forced her slender swan-like neck to say, “Um, of course, of course, hmph… I’ve heard your story. The Emerald Singer, Miss Serelith, right? You left the Emerald Forest and, together with the human hero, hunted the Demon King…”
Verafia couldn’t continue speaking. She realized that a smile was flowing through Serelith’s clear jade-green pupils, and immediately understood that this wood elf certainly didn’t not know her, but was deliberately teasing her.
“Ugh, damn it, you know, but you still deliberately tease me!”
Verafia was extremely annoyed, and knowing that unlike Igert, she was completely incapable of defeating a legendary powerhouse now, she could only stomp her little feet, cover her blushing little face with her hands, and bury her head, refusing to look at her.
