Chapter 117 Before Departure
“Senior Serathis, do you mean that the dark elves kidnapped Miss Irene because of their Dark Moon Goddess?” Igat knitted his brows slightly.
Verafia’s small hands held onto the golden threads, a hint of doubt flashing in her golden eyes.
“Yes, at least in my opinion, it’s highly likely.”
Serathis nodded. “The Dark Moon Goddess has usurped Eluthia’s divine position for thirty years. However, for the most part, she has still been a dormant deity.”
“Does Serathis think the night elves are preparing to complete their Dark Moon Goddess by using her blood relative, Irene, who is her younger sister?”
Verafia raised her golden eyes.
“Most likely, that’s exactly it.”
Serathis nodded with a grave expression. “Some intelligence reports indicate that Zorgia has secretly prepared sufficient materials around the Well of the Dark Moon, as these are the requirements for a divine sacrifice.”
Secretly preparing the necessary materials, this was to prevent enemies from interfering.
However, it was laughable that the Elf Empire was now at a complete disadvantage, let alone interfering with the Well of the Dark Moon, they no longer had the strength to penetrate the Sacred Spirit Mountain Range.
Serathis even humiliated herself by thinking whether this kind of information was deliberately leaked by the night elves.
She turned her face. “Igat, do you have a fragment of moonlight in your hand?”
Igat nodded, took out Misella’s Moon Jade, and the white spirit’s runes flickered, condensing into a pure white moonlight.
“It really is the moonlight of the adult Eluthia from former days.”
Serathis’s gaze trembled slightly, and she said softly, “Thousands of years ago, the adult Eluthia’s daughter took a wisp of her moonlight and fell in love with a human, leaving that wisp of moonlight in that land.”
“On you, there are traces of the moonlight’s blessing… and you brought this moonlight back. Is this, perhaps, a prophecy of the adult Eluthia’s fate?”
Upon hearing Serathis’s words, Igat looked somewhat awkwardly towards Verafia, afraid she might harbour some resentment.
Verafia hugged her arms indifferently, her golden, large eyes as brilliant and beautiful as gemstones, as if to say, “Do I look like someone so petty?”
Serathis finally noticed the expressions of the young man and Verafia.
Although she didn’t quite understand the reason, she thought of how that wisp of moonlight was passed down in the Peka royal family, and how the moon goddess’s blessing, and the maiden who flowed with the moon goddess’s bloodline, had also sacrificed herself without hesitation.
With her intelligence, it wasn’t difficult to imagine the specific scene, coupled with the current relationship between Verafia and Igat…
“Ah, I’m sorry. Cough, I shouldn’t have said that…”
Serathis apologized slightly. Seeing that Verafia didn’t mind, she extended her fair, jade-like hand slightly and returned the moonlight to Igat.
“However, since this wisp of moonlight is in Igat’s hand, it also indicates that we too hold a key.”
“Miss Irene also said that this moonlight is the key to opening the place where Princess Eluthia is located,” Igat raised his azure eyes.
“That’s right. The adult Eluthia is slumbering in the endless moonlight… and the fragment of moonlight in your hand is precisely the key to the goddess’s slumbering place.”
Serathis said, “The night elves possess the other key. Thirty years ago, these traitors imprisoned the goddess in this very manner, even stealing the power of the deities and replacing her with the false god of the dark moon.”
The emerald-like gaze of the wood elf lowered slightly, falling upon Igat. “If the night elves intend to make their deity complete, they will definitely try to seize this moonlight in your hand.”
Igat remained silent. This was something he had considered.
Ophi, standing on the side, slightly raised her head, her youthful voice softly uttering:
“If we hold these two keys, can we choose to rescue the imprisoned Silver Moon Goddess?”
Serathis’s beautiful eyes moved slightly, and she looked at the dragon clan maiden who spoke, showing a hint of praise. “Indeed, there’s no reason why not. Regardless, let me take you to see Her Majesty the Queen first.”
After speaking, she looked at the green-haired loli standing beside Verafia, Fia understandingly let out a soft chirp, and her spiritual power glowed, transforming back into a green spirit bird.
“Wait.”
Verafia jumped down, grabbed Igat’s arm, and ran to the wood elf’s side before raising her large golden eyes. “Right, there’s one more thing I need Serathis’s help with.”
Serathis looked at her, and then a slight smile appeared on her face. “Veer, you can speak.”
Seeing the maiden agree, the girl proudly curled the corners of her lips. She pulled Igat in front of her, ignoring his puzzled expression, and tilted her snowy cheeks. “Alright, alright, you’ve been watching for so long, you should come out now.”
The air became silent.
Seeing that no one answered her, Verafia’s mouth curved slightly, and she hugged her chest with her small hands, wearing an amused expression. “What, Anderdun, are you planning to make this young lady personally drag you out?”
Time seemed to freeze, and after a moment, a hoarse, dry voice sounded within Igat’s body. “Verafia, when did you know I had woken up?”
“Anderdun?” Serathis furrowed her brows slightly. Even if Verafia hadn’t mentioned the name, she could easily discern the other party’s identity from the deathly still demonic energy emanating from him.
Igat also frowned. Anderdun had been forced by Verafia to sign a master-servant contract with him. However, in his perception, ever since the battle in the Dwarf Royal City, Anderdun’s will had been in a state of slumber, and it was only just now that he felt the existence of the contract again.
“Hey, I knew you were there, this guy Igat, when he transformed into a dragon-girl. I just didn’t have time to deal with you,”
Verafia ruffled her smooth sideburns, tilting her small face, and said briskly.
Indeed, she had discovered that Anderdun had woken up long ago… However, after so many days of being an egg, Verafia didn’t know if the other party had actually partially broken the master-servant contract.
Otherwise, if Anderdun had woken up, Igat should have noticed.
Although Verafia didn’t quite believe that a god-level master-servant imprint could be broken in such a short time, she didn’t act rashly just in case, and waited until they were in front of Serathis.
Sensing the other party’s silent thoughts, Verafia tilted her fair, snowy cheeks and said triumphantly:
“Well, I thought it was some kind of technique, but it turns out you used Annette’s Deathly Nether Sword Qi to kill yourself again, and then regenerated through the law of death, thus maintaining a state of suspended animation?”
Verafia drove her demonic power to sense it slightly and came to this conclusion. “I must say, this is indeed a rather clever move. Truly worthy of you!”
