“Eh, Irene, why are you here?”
Verafia looked at the Silver Moon Elf who had appeared before her with some surprise. Perhaps it was due to the excessive depletion of her divine sense and divine power, as she hadn’t noticed Azerlia approaching outside the room when conversing with Ig.
“Goddess, originally, I wanted to ask you for the Moonlight Divine Spark.”
The Silver Moon Elf raised her face. She noticed Verafia’s brow furrow slightly, and suddenly a light chuckle escaped her:
“Don’t worry, this is not a request from Lord Seralis. I know you care about me, but Miss Verafia, please believe me, this is just my personal wish.”
Verafia’s slender, delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly. She glanced at Ig beside her, but the young man seemed unwilling to speak, so she turned back to the Silver Moon Elf in front of her, jumped off the chair, and said with her head raised, “But Irene said it was ‘originally.'”
“Yes, ‘originally.’ Please don’t mind it… Just now, I happened to overhear your conversation with Ig.”
The Silver Moon Elf lowered her face slightly. A sliver of flawless moonlight poured in from the window, casting onto her cheek and flowing between her shimmering silver strands. She smiled slightly.
“It made me think that before, when I asked you for the Moonlight Divine Spark, even after much consideration, even now when I believe myself to be resolute, it was merely an act of atonement. I thought I was sacrificing to ask of you, but in the eyes of the Night Elf, how could someone like me not be your puppet?”
“Mmm, that’s not a bad way to put it. At least, in the eyes of the Night Elf, as the Goddess of Moonlight, she should represent the will of the Night Elf.”
Verafia murmured softly, her golden eyes raised, “You heard what Ig and I were saying… Irene, what do you think?”
“Goddess Princess, it is your magnanimity to be willing to return the Divine Spark of Moonlight to the Night Elf. I do not believe that the hatred between the Night Elf and the Elves is insurmountable. Your benevolence will bring peace and unity.”
The Silver Moon Elf said. She bowed to the Goddess again: “Precisely because of this, I understand what I should do. Miss Verafia, I am here to say goodbye.”
“Goodbye? Irene, where are you going?” Verafia was startled upon hearing the Silver Moon Elf’s voice.
“To the Sacred Spirit Mountain Range, to return to the Silver Moon Temple. That is where I fled from before, and now it is time to return.”
Azerlia raised her face. Compared to when she was Irene, the taciturn elf who appeared lonely and sorrowful, her expression was still calm now, but there was no sign of confusion.
“I was brought to the Silver Moon Temple by Zorgea, where I also saw the Moon Well polluted by darkness. It is the source of Goddess Elucia’s divine power. For countless years, the Silver Moon Elves have regarded it as a blessed land, and the Dark Elf, favored by the Goddess, will touch the will of the moonlight in the Moon Well.”
“Moon Well?”
Verafia was shocked, vaguely guessing what Azerlia was about to say, her beautiful golden eyes filled with disbelief. She suddenly grabbed the Silver Moon Elf’s hand, “You don’t mean… Irene, you want…”
“You guessed correctly.”
The Silver Moon Elf revealed a slight smile and nodded. “Although Goddess Elucia was defeated by you, the well water, infused with moonlight divine power, is enough to transform me into a true Night Elf.”
Verafia’s golden eyes flickered with disbelief.
Although she hadn’t spent much time with Irene, she knew that this Silver Moon Elf had fled her homeland precisely out of fear of degenerating into a Night Elf. She had stayed in the northern continent of frost for thirty years… And now, she was saying she wanted to voluntarily transform into a Dark Elf?
“I am Zorgea’s daughter, the younger sister of the Dark Moon Goddess. The Dark Moon Elves were born because of them. Whether it is the sins committed or the responsibilities to be borne, they should all be inherited by me. Moreover, they have always been my people. The bloodline of moonlight flows through both of us.”
Azerlia said, raising her face. A strand of silvery hair brushed across her cheek, like the pure and flawless moonlight.
“I am also Goddess Eldoria’s saintess. Although I am unwilling to believe the future that the Goddess sees, just as Lord Seralis envisions for the Wood Elves, I also have the obligation to guide the people of moonlight, to protect them from slaughter and save them from war.”
“What I need to do first is to become the same as them, a Night Elf.”
Verafia understood the young girl’s intention. She fiddled with her skirt a few times, but her fingers touched the Moonlight Divine Spark, which was as lustrous and crystal-like as ice. Her golden eyes lifted slightly, “Then, this Moonlight Divine Spark…”
The Silver Moon Elf gave a slight smile and shook her head in refusal, “You shouldn’t give it to me. Just as you said, the Goddess of the Dark Moon should represent the will of the Night Elf.”
After saying that, she bowed before Verafia again, then rose to leave and walked back into the night from which she had come.
Watching Azerlia’s departing back, Verafia opened her mouth several times, but couldn’t utter a sound.
She turned her head and saw Ig, who had been silent all this time, now smiling. She felt a pang of displeasure, puffed out her snowy cheeks in annoyance, and pinched his waist with her slender fingers.
“Young Lady, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have ignored Veer!” The young man raised his hands and showed a look of admitting his mistake, in pain.
“Hmph hmph.”
Verafia smiled triumphantly, then raised her head with satisfaction. Her slender eyelashes fluttered over her golden eyes, and she turned her snowy face to look at the young man again.
“Ig, why do you think Irene did this?”
Ig was currently a Sacred Domain, so Verafia’s childish, pouting actions didn’t stir any divine power, and naturally, they didn’t hurt him. Ig intentionally feigned begging for mercy, just to make this little girl happy… Of course, Verafia knew this, but she just wanted Ig to humor her.
Well, this could also be considered a bit of playful affection between a young couple?
However, upon hearing the girl’s question, Ig put on a smile again and said:
“Perhaps, it’s simply as Irene said, it is her responsibility as the Silver Moon Saintess. She also wants to bring peace to the Elves, but Irene has chosen to be a Night Elf.”
“Responsibility, hmm…”
Verafia murmured, then sat back on the large bed, shaking her gauze skirt to cover her delicate, jade-like white legs. She looked at the Moonlight Divine Spark in her hands, like an icy crystal on the night sky, and then scratched her hair in some distress, complaining.
“I still feel like I’ll end up giving this Divine Spark to her. This Irene, honestly, she said she didn’t want to be my puppet, and went through all this trouble. If it turns out the same, wouldn’t that be ridiculous?”
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Some readers have said they have trouble distinguishing the characters, so I’ll briefly introduce them here.
Azerlia, the original name of Irene in Volume 4. She was a candidate saintess of the Silver Moon and Zorgea’s daughter.
Sylphis, Azerlia’s sister, the Dark Moon Goddess.
Medanza, one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Demon Realm, the “Blood Monarch,” the “Blood of Mourning.”
Seralis, the Emerald Singer, Verafia’s teammate from a hundred years ago.
Laphanos, Irene’s sister, who once helped Verafia forge the End.
These should be the only ones that are relatively unfamiliar…
