Chapter 188 The Belonging of the Moonlight Divine Spark
The Sacred Tree Church, where Laftnos took them, was quiet and secluded, attended by only a few nuns. However, Verafia didn’t seem to mind much. She had consumed a considerable amount of divine power in Elusia’s moonlight domain and needed a place to rest.
As night fell, the goddess’s sweet dreams didn’t last long. A elven girl, rushing through the night, lightly knocked on the room door. With the goddess’s surprised permission, she pushed open the door and entered her boudoir.
After a brief exchange of lighthearted words, the increasingly urgent arguments between the girls broke the tranquility of the church. With a long sigh, the elven girl bowed apologetically before the goddess, gently closing the door before bidding farewell.
Watching the elven girl’s retreating back, the Life Goddess’s exquisite, snowy face showed a hint of anger. Her chest, beneath the sheer nightgown, rose and fell slightly. After a long while, the pure white expression on her face gradually turned bitter. Her slender, jade-like fingers tightly grasped the hem of her skirt, and she turned her little face to look at the black-haired young man who had appeared beside her:
“Serathis also wants the moonlight divine spark… Hmm, Ig, do you think I did something wrong?”
“After all, Miss Serathis is an elf. I think she doesn’t want her people to perish in war, so she’d rather bear the moonlight divine spark herself.”
Ig looked at the girl with helpless eyes and said with a gentle smile, softly smoothing a few strands of her scattered hair.
He had arrived at the girl’s boudoir after Verafia and Serathis had started arguing, and it wasn’t difficult to guess the cause of the matter.
“But, this young lady clearly said I could…”
She suddenly remembered Serathis’s words. The elven girl, standing before her, lowered her emerald eyes and smiled slightly, saying:
“If you are worried about Azeria betraying you, then let me bear the divine spark of moonlight.”
“This isn’t just for Veer. You know, Queen Sylvia rescued me from the abyss’s cage. I should protect her citizens… Moreover, with Veer as a goddess now, even if I die or fall, I believe Veer will protect the elves. If that’s the case, why not let me try, so that my kinsmen have a reduced chance of perishing?”
“I know you are our goddess. If you summon the Tree of Life, it will undoubtedly bring us blessings sufficient to defeat the night elves. However… Veer doesn’t have a hundred years to spare. Veer also has someone she likes, so how can she continue to sacrifice? Therefore, please agree to me.”
Her jade-like fingers tightened into her palm. Verafia turned her head again to glance at Ig.
The Life Goddess had an almost infinite life. However, if Ig didn’t achieve immortality, as Verafia, if she truly summoned the Tree of Life for a hundred years, she could only exist as a spirit by his side. How much time would she have to accompany him?
“Hmm…” Verafia’s slender eyelashes slightly covered her eyelids.
Yes, what she said to Serathis was just a hasty remark made in a moment of not thinking of a suitable solution. She was, after all, a selfish girl, and how could she be willing to give up the person she loved?
Feeling Ig’s fingertips stroking her golden strands, Verafia slightly lifted her face and puffed out her cheeks: “This is so troublesome. Elusia’s divine spark was clearly snatched by this young lady. Why don’t this young lady refine it herself!”
However, she also knew that this was just a complaint. She had already become the Life Goddess, so how could she refine the moonlight divine spark again?
“Actually, I think Miss Serathis is still too fixated on the Dark Moon Goddess.”
Ig tidied the girl’s hair and looked at the beautiful face of the girl with slightly upturned golden eyes in the mirror, smiling: “Moreover, a Dark Moon Goddess standing by your side doesn’t directly mean the night elves will surrender. It only shakes their resolve to continue the war.”
“There are many ways to achieve such a thing. Reasoning with the night elves about benefits and drawbacks, offering leniency… Although the thirty-year civil war has caused divisions among the night elves, and hatred is engraved in their bloodline, they are, after all, elves of the same origin.”
Ig sat down in front of her and took her little hand. “Veer is also the goddess of the elves. By the World Tree, I saw you bestow equal blessings upon the night elves. Perhaps it’s not easy to mend the hatred caused by division, but I believe Veer can definitely do it.”
“Hmm…”
Hearing Ig’s gentle words, Verafia’s slender eyelashes twitched slightly, and she raised her head: “This way seems acceptable? Then, what about Goddess Elusia’s divine spark?”
Ig just looked at her, smiling gently, and didn’t say anything. Verafia tilted her head slightly, her golden eyes rolling in her eyes:
“Anyway, I can’t use Elusia’s divine spark. How about I gift it to the night elves as a token of my peaceful intentions? This way, the night elves can have a deity to believe in, and they won’t be as afraid of this young lady, which is enough to make them lower their guard.”
As she spoke, Verafia swayed her lotus legs, and her large golden eyes lit up.
It was the same principle as the Dark Moon Goddess. By giving away the moonlight divine spark, even if not all night elves would waver in their decision to continue the war, it would surely divide the night elves internally.
Furthermore, the fusion of the moonlight divine spark was by no means a simple matter. It was possible that for decades, or even centuries, no suitable night elf would be able to attempt to fuse with the divine spark. During this period, the Emerald Forest and the Sacred Spirit Mountain Range could maintain peace, and she would have enough means to re-establish communication between the night elves and the elves.
“Yes. And, for the successor chosen for the Dark Moon divine spark, this young lady can also intervene, at least to ensure it’s not an elf who is determined to divide and wage war.”
Verafia turned her golden eyes to look at Ig, saying with a bit of happiness: “Even if this young lady is truly deceived, at least decades or centuries of peace will prevent racial wars from igniting between the dark elves and elves.”
“Even if he becomes a deity of the dark moon, hmph, without Little Fei and Irene’s two moonlights, and without the recognition of the moonlight law, even with just the divine spark, he might not be as powerful as Silphies. If this young lady makes another move, wouldn’t it be a piece of cake!”
Looking at the goddess, whose earlier distress had vanished, her cute little face now beaming with pride and a desire for praise, Ig curled his lips, rubbed her little head, and was about to speak when his pupils suddenly moved, and he turned his face towards the door.
Verafia also turned her little face.
A slender, white hand, as pure as jade, gently touched the door. Pushing it open with a little force, what appeared in their eyes was like a pure and flawless moonlight. The elven girl with silver hair and a white dress walked into the room. She lowered her face and bowed before the goddess.
“Goddess.”
“Eh, Irene?” Verafia looked at the elven girl with some surprise.
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This volume should be finished in one or two more chapters.
(I originally planned to finish writing about the Moonlight Goddess in a chapter or two, but I ended up creating more trouble for myself. It’s quite difficult to wrap up…)
