Miss Verafia’s voice paused. She recalled the words of the High Elf Prime Minister under the golden light barrier. Her golden eyes lifted, looking at the Elf maiden gazing at her calmly: “Kainopal… knew Sylvia, are you the Goddess of Life?”
“Kainopal… perhaps he doesn’t fully understand. But, I think with his intelligence, he would have guessed.”
Sylvia glanced at the girl, but then chuckled and shook her head. Her pair of gorgeous emerald pupils were now crystal clear, and she said, “I understand what you mean. However, if he had met you earlier, perhaps he would have made his judgment sooner and sided with the Dark Elves.”
The eyelashes between her golden eyes fluttered uncontrollably, and Verafia lifted her face.
“Kainopal said the Dark Elves offered him an irresistible reward. But Sylvia said that if I had met her earlier, this High Elf would have rebelled sooner.”
Doubt doubtless arose in her heart.
Does this mean that even if Kainopal saw her becoming a god, it still wouldn’t give him what he wanted? But compared to the Goddess of Life, the Dark Moon, more…?
Her golden eyes shifted sideways, and the sound of wind surged in the palace. The golden ornaments and intricate patterned curtains stirred, and Verafia saw the traces of the Dark Moon had engulfed half the sky. Through the tall windows, cold moonlight cascaded, like surging dark, still sea water.
“And, Miss Verafia, if you had come earlier, the me at that time was not ready.” Sylvia gently raised her head, her voice still like a soft sound of wind, tranquil and serene.
“Sister Sylvia!”
Suddenly, a soft, slender girlish voice rang out. Fuya, who had been quiet for a long time, lifted her little head, her big eyes looking, “Sister Sylvia, what is this ‘preparation’ you’re talking about?”
Sylvia was slightly startled, and looked at the blue-haired loli girl, seeming somewhat surprised.
Being watched by the maiden, Fuya walked closer to her, her teeth biting her lips slightly, her emerald green eyes reddened, looking somewhat sad, “Sister Sylvia, you never told me that you are the Goddess Silusiris…”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hide it from Fuya…”
Fuya looked up and said, “But, since Sister Sylvia is the Goddess of Life, why did you watch Kainopal’s betrayal unfold?”
Standing beside them, Ig turned his head and saw the girl’s pure white face. He exchanged a glance with Verafia.
What Fuya said was, in fact, the question they had been guessing.
Clearly as the queen of the elves, Sylvia had no response to Kainopal’s rebellion, which was obviously highly suspicious… Moreover, Sylvia herself admitted that she was a fragment of the Goddess of Life, which would undoubtedly make people think more.
The Elf maiden’s jade-like slender fingers gently rested among Fuya’s soft blue hair. Her eyes beneath her eyelashes seemed surprised. Fuya bit her lip, firmly raised her gaze, and said:
“Moreover, Sister, you are clearly the Goddess of Life, yet you did not stop them. If that’s the case, Sister Sylvia, did you deliberately want them to invade Sky City… Could it be that this is also because you want Sister Vera to become the new Goddess?”
Verafia, standing beside them, did not speak. Her exquisite eyelashes were instead slightly hidden over her golden eyes as she pondered.
“Fuya thinks a lot.”
Sylvia sighed, her fingertips gently stroking the loli’s soft blue hair. She smiled again, looking at Fuya’s puzzled little face.
“However, I am not the Goddess of Life, Silusiris… As I just said, it is no longer her era. The current me is simply the queen of the elves.”
“But—” Fuya raised her head.
“But, I am still a piece of her.”
Sylvia raised her face again, her emerald green hair like silk, cascading down her smooth skin. “The Goddess of Life, who no longer belongs to this era, has many things she cannot do.”
“Such restraints also apply to me. Back then, just to save a glimmer of hope for the elves, I awakened Fuya… Even as their queen, for over thirty years, I haven’t been able to do much.”
“As a deity, bound by rules?”
Verafia slightly raised her golden eyes and uttered the words.
After the God King of Flame fell to the Sacred Sword, it marked the end of the Mythic Era. But this did not mean that there were no longer gods in the entire world… Whether it was the God of Light, or the Elf twin gods of Life and Silver Moon, these were all real deities.
However, the influence of gods on the world was diminishing… and by this thousand years, even occasionally revealing divine radiance could be considered a miracle.
Is this what Sylvia meant, that because it was no longer their era, they were bound by rules?
“Sister Sylvia, sob… I thought…”
Fuya’s eyes welled up.
She thought Sylvia had deliberately watched Sky City’s destruction…
“Actually, Fuya, you’re not wrong.”
Sylvia’s outstretched fingertips gently wiped Fuya’s moist eyes. She raised her face and looked at the cold Dark Moon spilling from the sky. A few smiles on her face touched the moonlight, appearing cold.
“Indeed, there wasn’t much I could do. I could only do my best to let the commoners and warriors in Sky City leave, but there’s one thing Fuya is correct about. Sky City is built upon the Sacred Tree… I did indeed need the Dark Elves to destroy Sky City.”
“Sky City, and the Sacred Tree—”
Verafia suddenly said, “Fatter mentioned before that the Goddess of Life was inside the Sacred Tree.”
“I met him, the King of Magic… He was the mage who was by your side back then.”
Sylvia raised her eyes: “However, what he said is not entirely correct. Silusiris is not in the Sacred Tree.”
“Then what do you mean… inside the Sacred Tree?”
Sylvia did not deny it completely, which meant that whatever was inside the Sacred Tree must be related to the Goddess Silusiris.
“In the era of the world’s birth, she sowed the sapling of the World Tree with the authority of life, watering it with the laws of life. After countless years, the Life Sacred Tree naturally contained her will. Sky City built upon the Sacred Tree is to make her power long linger in this world.”
Sylvia’s gaze shifted slightly. The Sacred Tree under the Dark Moon entered her eyes, and she said softly:
“However, if this city is destroyed… Silusiris’s will will be released again. That is the Light of Life—and I can make it the key to Silusiris.”
As the maiden’s voice fell, Verafia quickly turned her head. The radiance of the Dark Moon had already reached before her. Suddenly, a tremor came, and the royal city of the elves, unable to withstand the cold moonlight, began to disintegrate.
Suddenly, the Sacred Tree split open, and a green light illuminated the moonlight!
