Chapter 103 The Girl in the Frost
“Is that so?” Ig muttered to herself.
“Not at all. Cakes, pastries, pretty skirts… as a carefree and willful young lady, to have someone to dote on and depend on, and furthermore, to be a beautiful girl… Even if Ig were to turn me back into Lothel, I wouldn’t want to,” Verafia said. She knew perfectly well what Ig was thinking.
But, as she had just said, since she chose to be reborn as Verafia, she had already given up her original identity… Her self-respect as a man, her pride, none of it was important in her eyes.
Not to mention, as a beautiful girl, she could wear pretty and comfortable dresses every day. Moreover, as a Goddess Princess, and being especially doted on by Ig, any discrimination or physiological difficulties that ordinary women might face were nonexistent for Verafia.
Turn back into Lothel? She wouldn’t do that.
Seeing the dragon girl hesitate again, Verafia slightly raised her head with a serious expression, emphasizing with a feigned earnestness:
“In short, everything from the past counts only as memories. This young lady is now a genuine girl. Humph, you, you better cherish this~”
Even though her expression was deliberate and she pretended to be joking, saying such direct and bold words still made Verafia’s jade cheeks flush slightly, and she softly lowered her head to hide her expression.
“Honestly, why am I suddenly saying such embarrassing things? This is a gift to this guy…” she complained in her heart, her pretty face slightly reddening.
Suddenly, her small hand, hanging by her side, was gently taken. Verafia’s golden eyes flickered as she looked up. Beside her, the slender and smooth palm of the ice-blue dragon girl held her hand tightly, revealing the girl’s exquisite beauty and her seemingly gentle, yet at this moment, especially serious ice-blue eyes.
“Veer, is my girl,” Ig said earnestly. She remembered the hesitant mood when she used the Creation Divine Spark to create the phoenix egg from which the girl was born.
“Whether Veer is a Goddess Princess or a princess, I am Veer’s knight. Even if Veer wants to leave, I will never let go.”
“That’s a very standard confession,” Verafia said. She tried her best to suppress the blush on her snowy cheeks, pretending to be completely unaware of the fact that she had just given herself away. A hint of lightness flickered in her golden eyes.
Well, before her stood the meticulously dressed ice-blue dragon girl she had just finished adorning. In anyone’s eyes, this was not a confession, but rather two close sisters whispering intimately.
She slyly blinked her golden eyes: “But, cute dragon girl, you are also a girl now. Between two girls… Humph, this young lady won’t be into yuri.”
“Ah, no. Veer, I…” The dragon girl, who had been firm just moments ago, suddenly showed an flustered expression on her face. She raised her slender, long jade hands, wanting to explain something.
“Alright, enough. Little Fei is still waiting for us.” Softly speaking, Verafia unceremoniously pulled her slender wrist and followed the elf maid who was leading the way.
Heh heh, as expected of this young lady, to be able to push such embarrassing matters onto this guy… Oh, this guy, even after becoming a girl, is still so easily shy?
Unlike Ig’s slightly disordered steps, Verafia’s small high-heeled shoes made a crisp “tap tap” sound on the floor. Her youthful mouth lightly pursed into a smug smile. Seeing her blushing face, she thought with interest:
“But, why did this idiot suddenly say something like that just now?” Verafia tilted her head and thought, her gorgeous big eyes blinking slightly. “Could it be that this guy misunderstood and thought this young lady was bothered about her previous male identity?”
Well, that was certainly possible. She had just talked about choosing between her male and female identities, and then asked Ig to cherish her… Looking at it that way, it did seem like she was bothered but pretending not to be while emphasizing it.
But it was Ig who had started the conversation, and she had merely gone along with it. How could she say that she was bothered about her past identity… At most, at most, she was just a little embarrassed.
Verafia suddenly recalled some stories and novels where protagonists who turned into girls often felt insecure and hid their past experiences as males. It seemed that if the male protagonist found out about this experience, they would be disliked, and their love would encounter obstacles.
“Humph, how could that be? This young lady is willing to like this guy, that’s his honor. I haven’t even disliked this guy yet…” Verafia raised her snowy face, her golden eyes light and carefree, her exquisite little face showing an tsundere expression.
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Though the elven palace was vast, with the elf maid’s guidance, they didn’t spend much time before reaching their destination.
“Little Fei, is she in this room?” Seeing the elf maid bow slightly, Ig also paused her steps, lifting her jade cheeks. Even through the door, she could still feel the clear, cold aura emanating from within – that was Ophelia’s magic.
Earlier, Verafia had told her that Ophelia was not in critical condition, but Ig still couldn’t put her mind at ease. The ice dragon girl had blocked a sword for her. If Ophelia suffered irreversible injuries because of her, Ig would feel guilty for the rest of her life.
“Yes,” Verafia said, her golden eyes looking up and her voice tinkling like silver bells. Clearly, she had visited Ophelia more than once in the past few days. “Let’s go.”
Verafia lightly pushed the door open, her small hand gripping Ig’s wrist and pulling her inside. A chilling aura touched her body, making the ice dragon girl involuntarily shiver slightly.
After all, Ig now inherited Ophelia’s ice dragon bloodline. At this moment, not only was she a dragon girl, but even her magical attribute was covered by ice. Logically, she should have had a high resistance to cold, yet she still felt a trace of chill.
“Little Fei’s magic? However, it seems to be a little different…” Ig thought to herself. She gently raised her head, her gaze meeting the source of the chill.
It was an ice-blue magic that swirled and outlined, a substantial origin of frost. Faint ice mist was subtly exuded, permeating the surroundings, and even more dreamlike flowing colors constantly stirred, vaguely outlining Ophelia’s figure. The girl of ice was shrouded in ice-blue radiance, but her slender, exquisite eyelashes were gently closed, as if she were still asleep.
