Chapter 131 Fate’s Writing
Verafia’s golden eyes rippled as her slender, jade-like fingertips tightened slightly, gazing at the elf maiden who wore a subtle smile.
Regarding the identity of the Elf Queen, Verafia had already made a guess, and her insistence on coming to Sky City was precisely to confirm this deduction. Now, the Elf Queen had personally admitted it in front of her.
However, upon hearing her gentle voice, Ig and Ophi raised their faces in astonishment, while Fuya’s large eyes, widening as she stared at Sylvia, were filled with disbelief.
Ophi had not expected this possibility at all, and her delicate, fair face showed confusion in her crystal-like blue eyes.
“If you, Sylvia, are the Goddess of Life, Silosiris, or even just a part of her, why…”
“Why didn’t you tell others my identity, or did you just watch the Silver Moon Elves fall and let them destroy the Elf Empire?” Sylvia’s gaze subtly lowered, finishing her unspoken question.
Ophi was startled, lifting her head. The elf maiden’s gaze remained calm, showing no anger, only a slight shake of her butterfly-like head. “The Goddess of Life has fallen silent. As for me, I am merely a part of Silosiris, not her as the Goddess of Life.”
Ophi completely failed to grasp her meaning, her frost-blue eyes showing even more bewilderment. Ig took a step forward. “Your Majesty, if what you say is true, then it wasn’t you who chose the Young Lady, but Princess Silosiris, the Goddess of Life?”
His voice paused, then he continued, “Furthermore, you manipulated the authority of the Goddess of Life, so as not to let Veer be corrupted at that time… You also wanted to make Veer the Goddess of Life? If so, then you and the Goddess Silosiris…”
“She is the goddess of this era. For Silosiris, she has already fallen silent; the era of gods has long since passed. If the authority of life were handed over to Verafia, naturally, our destiny would be fulfilled.”
Sylvia blinked her eyes slightly and said, “However, rather than saying it’s Silosiris’s choice, it’s more accurate to say that she was destined to inherit the authority of life.”
“You say, destiny?”
Verafia tilted her head. She suddenly spoke, “Herafir also said that she did not wish to accept the arrangements of fate, yet she still awakened.”
In her former days as the Goddess of Flame, Herafir had slumbered within her flames. They were twin Goddesses of Flame, and Verafia had never truly conversed with Herafir. However, it was not difficult to understand her will.
Even when Verafia proactively awakened her Flame, reigniting the crimson fire of destruction beneath the sky, Herafir still resisted awakening again as the Goddess of Flame. It wasn’t until Verafia personally requested it on the Frost and Snow plains, with a soft sigh, that the destructive flames of the goddess truly awakened.
However, what Herafir resisted… was she also a puppet controlled by the strings of fate, as a deity?
“Her Majesty Herafir, the former Western God King of the Mythic Era… Miss Verafia, she is also your sister, isn’t she?”
Sylvia pursed her lips slightly, shook her head, and said, “Yes… ‘She was the last god to fall beneath the sword, the era of gods ending with the extinguishing of the flames. But she will eventually awaken through the flame, and before twilight, she will bring back the era of gods’.”
The elf maiden raised her clear pupils, gazing at the girl who was gently clenching her clothes at her fingertips, and said, “This is the path of destiny that I saw, after the Sacred Sword killed Herafir.”
Her slender, snow-white fingertips unbidden clenched within her delicate palms, Verafia raised her golden eyes, biting her lips as she pouted. “Then, my becoming the Goddess of Life, was that also a destiny you foresaw?”
Being chosen by Silosiris to become the Goddess of Life was, of course, not a bad thing. The divine position of life represented power, allowing her to regain the might she possessed in her former days as the Goddess of Flame, giving her the ability to protect those she cared about and loved. Who in the entire world could refuse the fate of becoming a deity?
Moreover, she held no hatred or resistance towards the Goddess of Life, Silosiris; rather, the other party had shown her kindness. However, if becoming the Goddess of Life was an arrangement of fate?
Furthermore, the so-called fate was not a vague concept, but an indescribable, truly existing will?
Like a puppet on strings, manipulated by “fate”… a hint of panic appeared on her face, fear lurking beneath the glorious colors of her golden eyes. As she moved involuntarily, she looked towards Ig standing beside her.
She had once been a man. Now, as a girl named Verafia, she had fallen in love with a young man… Was such a thing also manipulated by someone?
Verafia never denied her feelings for Ig, but at this moment, her thoughts became muddled and flustered.
“No, Ig… This certainly cannot be fake. He and I have clearly experienced so much. I can’t leave him, and he won’t abandon me… I am happy and content by his side, but when I see him with other women, I become sad. How can this be fake?”
Verafia thought, reaching out her small hand and tightly gripping the young man’s fingers.
“Fate… is not as you think it is.”
Sylvia’s voice was as beautiful as a harp’s melody. “It’s not that fate is inescapable. How can a vague existence, simply adding the word ‘fate’, manipulate the thoughts and actions of countless people? If Miss Verafia were truly the destined Goddess of Life, what if, on that day, I had allowed you to be corrupted by the laws of life? Or, what if you had actively chosen to refuse me?”
“However, the threads of the world are also countless, and every minute, tens of thousands of possibilities are born. Among the infinite possibilities, there will naturally be those who compose poems written by existence that manipulates fate. Perhaps this is the so-called ‘destined fate’.”
“Then, Ig and I?”
Looking at the girl’s slightly stunned expression, the elf maiden smiled, her lips curving slightly.
“He is the young man you care about… but please rest assured, if it were truly as fate describes, the one by his side should be this Ice Dragon Miss, and even countless beautiful maidens would choose to fall into his embrace.”
Sylvia’s words made Ig extremely awkward.
If he hadn’t met Veer, would he really have ended up with Little Fei, or been a scumbag with a harem?
“Is that so?”
However, with her fingers tightly held in the girl’s hand, Verafia not only didn’t get angry but instead showed a hint of a happy smile on her exquisitely beautiful face.
