Chapter 194: The Gift
Compared to the sacred and dignified dresses of the Life Priestesses, the white silk cloth on the young girl’s delicate body was noticeably reduced. The light snow gauze draped gently, with long slits opened in the sleeves, revealing the girl’s radiant skin and slender, fragrant shoulders, which were particularly captivating.
The originally solemn hem of the dress was also split high up, faintly revealing the girl’s long, white legs. Luxurious golden patterns were outlined on her knee-high socks, tracing the graceful curves of her legs, and subtly hinting at a soft trace of flesh at the tender and plump thigh.
Though she was the sacred and noble Goddess Princess, under the intentionally modified attire, the half-concealed, half-revealed look created a pure contrast that was especially alluring.
Perhaps, the legendary seductive witches of the Demon Realm combined could not compare to the girl before his eyes.
“Veer, why did you change into this outfit?”
Ig swallowed with difficulty, wanting to avert his gaze but feeling as if he was inexplicably drawn by an unseen force, unable to do so.
In his memory, the Young Lady loved buying beautiful dresses, but she had never worn something so intentionally seductive, let alone appear before him in such attire.
“Hmph, it’s just something the Young Lady had Leisa bring over, and I modified it myself.”
Feeling Ig’s gaze on her, her exposed skin seemed to burn as if touched by a blazing fire. Verafia’s delicate face blushed slightly, her heart trembling. She suddenly let out a silver-bell-like laugh, tilting her snow-white face proudly as she walked closer to him.
“It’s not like I’m deliberately trying to seduce you, you know. The Young Lady just suddenly remembered that she promised to be your maid for a day. That’s all. How could the Goddess Princess ever break a promise?”
“Maid?”
Ig’s gaze swept over the Goddess Miss again. He hadn’t forgotten—it was a game he and the little girl had played a long, long time ago… Back then, he had even been punished by the furious Young Lady to kneel on the floor for an entire night.
“Is there something wrong?”
Noticing Ig’s suspicious look, Verafia placed her hands on her hips, her gorgeous golden eyes lifting as she spoke, a coquettish aura emanating from her.
“This young lady never said she’d be your maid. The Life Goddess’s priestess is also the Goddess Princess’s maidservant, and that’s a maid!”
Seeing the girl tilt her little head and argue stubbornly, Ig couldn’t help but smile and chuckle.
He suddenly remembered that after he defeated the legendary Dark Night Elf, Verafia had used her Life Spiritual Power to heal him, then mysteriously grabbed his hand, stood on tiptoe, and whispered in his ear that she had a gift prepared for him.
Under Ig’s gaze, Verafia, who had been pretending to look proud, couldn’t maintain her expression any longer. Her golden eyes flickered slightly, landing on Ig’s hand, where she saw the hair ornament gently held by the young man. Her big eyes instantly lit up.
“Eh, is this the gift Ig prepared for me? Let me see!”
Without waiting for Ig’s response, Verafia lunged forward and snatched the metal hair ornament from his hand.
But when she saw the ornament clearly, her little face froze in surprise.
In her hand was an exquisite hairpin, a beautiful silver that resembled the feather of a bird… A transparent, deep blue gem was embedded between the wings, and the delicate craftsmanship outlined an elegant curve.
It could undoubtedly be called a fine piece of art, though its owner seemed to have taken great care of it. The only flaw was a faint trace of damage on the art-like curved surface.
“This is…”
Verafia’s voice trembled, and her big golden eyes couldn’t help but moisten slightly.
She was the Goddess of Life, the noblest girl in the entire world. Even the rarest treasures placed before her would not move her.
But at this moment, the hairpin she held gently in her hand…
“I’ve been wanting to return it to you for a long time, to apologize. I was just worried that you wouldn’t accept it.”
Ig looked at the girl who had raised her face gently, speaking with a hint of awkwardness.
This great Knight Commander, who had faced the Moonlight Goddess and slain legendary warriors in countless armies, now had a trace of unease in his voice, fearing he might hear any hint of rejection from the girl.
“This hairpin…” Verafia held it in her hand, her exquisitely beautiful snow-like face lowering in the soft light.
She recalled the memories she had deliberately forgotten, the days and nights in Lichen, the day jealousy surged in her heart, and she mercilessly severed the last connection with the young man. A hint of guilt appeared in her beautiful golden eyes, now surrounded by a few wisps of mist.
“In truth, I was the one who did worse. Those actions hurt Ig, used you, and made Ig worry about it until now…”
Her soft, delicate voice murmured, as her jade-like fingers gently brushed the hairpin, her tender skin touching the faint traces of damage.
She suddenly felt a twinge of fear. What if, in Lichen, because of her actions, Ig had hesitated and chosen Princess Misella? What would she be like now?
Would she have fallen into a destructive evil god who sought to destroy the world, or would she have been captured by Lancaster into his harem?
Could she still be like this, as a true girl, savoring the sorrow of missing her lover and yearning for their beautiful future?
“What are you saying, Veer?” Ig asked.
Verafia’s sorrowful little face immediately showed a trace of annoyance.
This guy, deliberately bringing up memories that made me blush was one thing, but now he’s pretending not to hear them, making me say it again?
With such a thin face, how could the Young Lady ever say such things again!
“Hmph, what this young lady means is, this hairpin is originally mine. Why would you give it to the Goddess Princess? This can’t count as a gift to me.”
Verafia puffed up her snow-like cheeks, tilting her snowy face as she spoke.
Suddenly, her golden eyes blinked, and her big eyes turned, a gleam of light appearing in the gorgeous dawn-like gold. She pulled Ig to her large bed, signaling him to sit, and then handed the hairpin back to him.
“Unless, Ig ties my hair up properly again!”
Verafia sat in the young man’s embrace, slightly tilting her head, her youthful snow-like face glowing with the morning light of early snow, bright and dazzling, as she leaned against him, playfully pouting.
Her fingers subconsciously lifted, the silky strands of her hair sliding smoothly through the gaps between her fingers, more beautiful than the morning light. Ig gazed at the girl’s serene snow-like face, suddenly realizing that what he had just said and worried about was, in fact, a kind of blasphemy toward her.
Just as he couldn’t leave her, loved her coquettishness, her willfulness, and feared being apart from her, considering the girl in his arms his entire world, wasn’t it the same for Verafia?
