Chapter 27 The New Duke
Verafia tilted her golden eyes slightly, listening as Princess Misella briefly introduced Rob Wertens to her.
Seven or eight years ago, this Rob Wertens, in order to escape Duke Arnes’s control, had studied abroad with Lichen and had met Princess Peka, Misella, a few times.
According to the silver-haired princess, although Rob was Duke Arnes’s eldest son, he was responsible and honorable, with a personality and principles that were worlds apart from his father’s. He had a good reputation throughout the empire.
“Your Highness the Goddess, that’s about it.”
Misella gently clasped her hands, her sapphire-like crystal eyes looking at the goddess. Her voice was slightly reserved as she replied, “That’s right, last year, when you asked for help, my brother Andes and I passed through the empire. It was Rob who helped us escape the wanted order of the Church.”
Verafia nodded. Listening to the young girl’s description, she found Rob Wertens, whom Misella mentioned, among the hundreds of thousands in Anoercolon.
He was a handsome noble youth. After being revived by his life-giving divine power, within a few minutes, he had already begun to organize officials, seemingly preparing to maintain order in Anoercolon.
“If, as Misella and Andes said, he is Duke Arnes’s heir, this young lady can meet him… However, if he is smart enough, he should proactively find a way to come look for this young lady.”
Her slender eyelashes blinked gently. Verafia turned her gaze and saw the little hand being gently held by Ophi, her ice-blue crystal big eyes, unblinking, gazing at the light flowing between the branches and leaves of the World Tree.
Her golden pupils shifted slightly. Verafia extended her slender hand and ruffled the girl’s ice-moist, smooth, snow-blue little head, saying, “Anlije, are you thinking of Saliel?”
“Hmm… Sister Vera?”
The snow-haired loli hesitated, then turned her head. Seeing the girl’s slightly smiling, lighthearted gaze, she grabbed the hem of her skirt and nodded. “A little. Saliel is An’an’s old acquaintance… When we were in the Demon Realm, he also helped An’an.”
Verafia’s initial command to Anlije was for her to call her “Young Lady.”
However, this was just her teasing her former rival. Moreover, hearing such a title from Igget always felt a bit awkward, so she agreed to let this little loli choose another title.
Of course, it was also because Verafia found Anlije, who had become a little loli, very cute.
A faint, clear voice came from the loli’s delicate lips. Her big eyes blinked hard, Anlije raised her head again, pursed her lips, and said:
“However, An’an is just reminiscing a little. Saliel also said that he and An’an are no longer of the same race.”
As she said this, the girl twisted her fingers together, and a hint of loneliness tinged her voice.
Ophi gently rubbed her little head with a hint of pity.
Verafia also followed the girl’s gaze.
In fact, Verafia didn’t have much of an impression of Saliel, the former chief angel of judgment and monarch of the Demon Race. He was someone who survived the divine war and had only truly interacted with her during the recent battle.
Moreover, Saliel’s true purpose was not to kill her but to covet a part of the God of Light.
“At least, in the end, Moon killed Saliel with a Holy Spear condensed from Holy Light Power. Saliel’s body was completely incinerated in the light, and even his greatsword of sin was re-melted by the light. In this way, don’t they have a similar ending?”
Verafia tilted her head slightly. Thinking of this, her big eyes sparkled with interest.
Shaking her head, with a shift of her thoughts, the life-giving divine power on the World Tree surged, sending Misella and the others out of this space entangled with countless shattered laws, returning them to the ground of Anoercolon. She then raised her head and gazed at the light flowing among the World Tree.
The light condensed from the fragments of light came not only from Saliel’s incineration but also from the burning faith, life, and even souls of hundreds of thousands of people. Before Klement’s betrayal with the Holy Spear, the former holy angel had almost manifested the deity he had sought for countless years.
However, as Verafia returned the streams of divine power condensed into light to Anoercolon, the vast divine power that was once comparable to a deity returned to peace. The fragments of light floated before her eyes, and the substantial divine incarnation became blurred again, only lingering with a faint light ray.
“Young Lady, how do you plan to handle this light incarnation?” Igget, who had not been sent back down, walked closer to her side and asked with a smile.
“Originally, I planned to ask some questions. Hmm, looking at it now, that’s obviously not possible anymore.”
Verafia glanced at Igget who walked closer to her side, shaking her head with a hint of regret. She suddenly lifted her head with a leap of joy: “However, the God of Light that Saliel sculpted looks like an evil and twisted existence. That is merely the deity of that fallen angel’s fantasy. It’s not wrong not to let it be born.”
“Moreover, the God of Light has not truly fallen. This young lady still has a place to ask.”
Igget ruffled the soft golden strands of the girl’s head and nodded in agreement.
Verafia walked closer to the fragments of light and gently touched them with her slender fingertips. The blurred shadow of light dissipated, turning into a strand of gold-sand-like broken light. Her fair, delicate hand grasped the fragment of the light’s origin and put it away.
“Well, it’s not as if there was no gain. At least, the fragment of light that Moon gave to Saliel back then fell into this young lady’s hands.”
The girl’s lips curled up, her eyebrows curved, her big eyes curved like a golden moon, and a happy expression appeared on her porcelain-like delicate face.
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Since the war, Anoercolon had been shrouded in invisible light. Amidst countless light rays, it transformed back into dawn light and descended.
In a scene that seemed like a dream, countless citizens saw that slender figure in their dreams. The goddess had rooted the phantom of the World Tree in the light of Anoercolon, and the spreading emerald branches covered the entire city, protecting the city’s space.
That noble goddess was the deity representing life, and her power had saved thousands of lives that should have died. However, in the end, she could not save everyone. In the blazing flames of light, many souls, fanatically devoted, were completely incinerated.
Their lord, Arnes Wertens, was one of them.
Thinking of this still made countless people mourn. Even though he had been a hated tyrant for over ten years, his transformation over the past year and more still made many miss him.
With Duke Arnes deceased, after a brief ceremony, Duke Arnes’s eldest son, Rob Wertens, ascended the throne and became the new lord.
There were rumors in the taverns of Anoercolon that Duke Rob had once met the goddess and vowed to protect the land of Anoercolon and defend the purity of light from being defiled by the fallen Church.
