Chapter 118 Introducing an Old Friend
Verafia’s praise was heartfelt and utterly sincere. Anderdun commanded the law of death, but to regenerate from death, to be born from pure death, had touched upon the profound mystery of life and death – something Verafia was far from achieving. It was an accomplishment she considered quite extraordinary even in her memories. She could only say that this Wing of Death was truly a genius to have grown from the lowest-ranked Bone Wing clan in the Demon Realm to become one of the Four Heavenly Kings.
Dark, turbid demonic energy, filled with deathly stillness, gradually seeped out, forming a tall and imposing demon that appeared beside Ig. Seraphis knitted her brows slightly, but then relaxed them just as quickly. She could sense that it was merely an avatar condensed from Anderdun’s demonic power, and that Anderdun’s soul and will were bound by chains of molten gold – the effect of a god-level oath.
Verafia gently clasped her hands, her snowy face slightly lifted, golden radiance flowing within her beautiful pupils as she looked at him with great admiration. However, Anderdun did not accept this, and a low voice emerged from his mouth, “Verafia…”
The girl, displeased, raised her delicate eyebrows, “Hey, hey! How can you call me by my name directly? I am the Young Lady of your master.” She seriously lifted her little face, “You should respectfully call me ‘Miss’.”
Ig, standing by, smiled slightly, a thought flashing through his mind. The oath’s contract was imposed upon Anderdun. He tried hard to open his mouth, but no matter how he tried, the way he addressed the girl, when it reached his lips, would always turn into a respectful address. Finally, he had to utter with great humiliation, “Miss, what do you want me to do?”
“There isn’t really anything. It’s just that we haven’t seen each other in so long, and I wanted to see an old friend.” Verafia’s lips curved into a smug smile, her gold eyes shifting to Seraphis, “And, incidentally, bring an old acquaintance for you to meet.”
Seraphis’s pupils slightly raised, falling upon Anderdun. The touch, as cold and clear as a chilling wind, made the Demon Monarch involuntarily shudder from head to toe. Anderdun would never forget the other’s face. Once, as the Monarch of Death, he had led his army to relentlessly pursue them until they had nowhere to turn. He never imagined that their positions would so drastically reverse. Seraphis undoubtedly had the means to kill him, and as for the master-servant contract… Anderdun had no doubt that Verafia would have ways to circumvent it. However, she did not linger for long and soon moved away.
“A Monarch of the Demon Race… However, a great deal of time has passed. The Anderdun of the past also fell under the Sacred Sword. Now, he is merely Ig’s servant, and the past grievances need not be recounted.”
“I knew you’d say that. Fine.” Verafia grumbled. She had wanted Seraphis to help threaten this disobedient Anderdun before giving him some sweet rewards. Shaking her head, Verafia’s golden eyes once again fell on Anderdun. She cleared her throat, her voice a clear and crisp chime, “Listen well, Anderdun. As the servant of this Young Lady’s servant, you shouldn’t need me to give you further instructions on subsequent matters.”
In such precarious times, Verafia could not forget the combat strength residing within half of a death divinity. Even if Anderdun had no body, he was, after all, the Wing of Death from back then, and his laws seemed to have advanced. He could at least be equivalent to a Sacred Domain. Verafia’s gold eyes cast a glance, seeing his reluctant expression, “What’s wrong? Are you that unwilling to serve this Young Lady?”
“Forget it. If you behave well, perhaps this Young Lady will ask Ig to grant you freedom after the elves’ war. And then, I’ll give you a body and let you return to the Demon Realm?”
Anderdun, who had been dispirited moments ago, suddenly lifted his head, filled with disbelief, “Are you telling the truth?”
“Hmph, that will depend on your performance.” Verafia’s gold eyes curved into a crescent moon, and she lightly let out such a voice before turning and walking briskly towards the spirit bird that Fya had transformed into.
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Ig reabsorbed Anderdun into the death divinity and followed the young lady, asking her, “Veer, are you telling the truth about what you said to Anderdun?”
“Yes.” Verafia gently tilted her delicate face, and a hint of ill intentions suddenly appeared in her shimmering gold eyes, “Or perhaps, Ig, you can’t bear to part with that guy?”
Ig was so choked by the girl’s words that he coughed forcefully. A stunningly beautiful girl, and also his girlfriend, was here teasing him about being reluctant to part with a male demon? Seeing the boy’s awkward demeanor, Verafia giggled. But, of course, she was just joking.
Verafia’s gold eyes shifted slightly, her slender and exquisite eyelashes fluttering gently, “Moreover, Ig, do you intend to let this guy stay inside your body forever… even when we’re being intimate in the future?”
The beautiful girl unfastened and shed her clothes, her pure and flawless delicate body sinking into his embrace, but within her body, there was another pair of eyes peeking. Thinking of such a scene, a chill surged through Ig’s heart. Even if the master-servant contract could easily block Anderdun’s gaze, he couldn’t escape the revulsion in his heart, could he?
Verafia pursed her lips and began to hum a pleasant tune. Just as Seraphis had said, she didn’t harbor much animosity towards Anderdun now. On the contrary, he had saved her several times when facing Lancaster. Although this Wing of Death indeed had ill intentions, he had also helped her quite a bit, hadn’t he? According to their initial agreement, she should have severed their contract after defeating Lancaster. Keeping him suppressed until now, Verafia actually felt a little embarrassed… or so she claimed. If not for this Demon Monarch constantly harboring ulterior motives and attempting to possess Ig’s body, Verafia would have been in the wrong… but now, forced into a master-servant contract with Ig, she even had to resort to faking death to escape the contract’s constraints.
“Well, so making him call me ‘Miss’ is also a punishment for him always having ulterior motives.” Verafia thought righteously. She turned her face slightly, and Ig’s expression was still somewhat worried, “But, Anderdun is, after all, a Monarch of the Demon Race. His willingness to submit is due to Veer’s contract. If you let him go, what if…” Ig was still worried that if this demon monarch, who represented death, was released, would he commit mass killings to regain his strength, bringing about disasters that should not have happened?
“That’s why this Young Lady said I’d send him back to the Demon Realm.” Verafia lightly played with her smooth golden hair and cheerfully said, tilting her head back.
“Veer means the Demon Realm?” Seraphis was following behind.
“Yes. Have you been to the Demon Realm all these years, Seraphis?”
“No…” Looking at the golden-haired girl’s curious expression, Seraphis hesitated, then shook her head hesitantly, “It’s just a feeling. The Demon Realm seems to have undergone tremendous changes in recent years.”
