Seeing these two exceptionally firm elf girls, Verafia couldn’t help but shake her head and chuckle. She turned her head and thought for a moment, then suddenly revealed a smile, gently touched with her slender hand, and her jade-carved exquisite fingertips plucked off two emerald green leaves.
“Since you’re Irene’s friend… ah, I’ll give these to you, consider them a gift from this young lady. Perhaps the Goddess Princess will meet with you.”
The two elf girls received Verafia’s gift with some confusion. The emerald-like leaves gently touched between their little hands, flashed with light, and merged.
Verafia lightly raised her little head and gestured to the young man beside her. Iglet smiled helplessly, rubbed her little head, and took the two elf girls to a tavern on the street to buy juice.
“I wonder what their reaction would be if these two little ones knew that the Goddess Princess they revered was standing right in front of them and had given them gifts.”
Standing amidst the threads of moonlight adorning the nightfall, Irene slightly raised her exquisite pupils. After Iglet had taken the two elf girls further away, she couldn’t help but chuckle softly. She then turned her face and looked at the Goddess Princess beside her, whose little face showed a hint of joy, and couldn’t help but make a little joke:
“However, you said you gave these little ones gifts because of me. Goddess Princess, I cannot afford to repay such a gift.”
“They are just two leaves from the World Tree. It’s nothing to this young lady.”
Verafia gently held her hair with her fingertips, lightly raised her little head, her big eyes blinked charmingly, and she looked at the dark elf girl with a sweet smile.
Irene showed a wry smile. She had once possessed the laws of moonlight and touched the realm of deities, and of course, she knew how precious the two World Tree leaves containing fragments of the Goddess of Life’s laws were. They represented the Goddess’s favor, and perhaps even a Sacred Domain martial artist would not be comparable to the subtlest wisp of them.
“Actually, I’ve read some poems and legends before, where deities always bestowed gifts and blessings upon destined heroes. Since this young lady is acting as the Goddess Princess for once, of course, she wants to try that feeling.”
Verafia raised her head, gazed at the figures of the two elf girls in the distant hotel, blinked her large eyes, and then stuck out her delicate tongue.
Well, giving gifts to these two elf girls was indeed a whim born of Verafia’s curiosity. Of course, things like “heroes receiving divine blessings and thus gaining the power to save the world” as told in legends were naturally impossible. Perhaps, it was just her casually planting two seeds?
Verafia’s gorgeous golden eyes rolled, her jade-carved exquisite fingertips gently brushed aside the golden threads, and she turned her head to look at the dark elf beside her: “By the way, why is Irene also here?”
A year ago, Verafia had handed over the divine spark of the Moonlight Goddess to the dark elf tribe. Logically, Irene should not have been undergoing trials of the divine spark like other dark elves, so why had she come to the Empire instead?
“Goddess Princess, it’s not just me.”
Irene said, slightly lowering her head. She saw the girl’s delicate eyebrows gently raise, and surprise appeared in her large eyes, guessing that she had already noticed that there were quite a few dark elves among the elven troops around Arnor Colon. She bowed slightly:
“Your grace, the current dark elves are also members of the elves. Goddess Princess, you have given the dark elves the same identity and the same rights. Before the war, how could they be allowed to retreat?”
Looking at Irene’s smiling eyes, Verafia thought that for the entire dark elf race, especially now that their schism had just been mended, there were always dissenting opinions among tens of millions of minds, and they were by no means few.
“Perhaps it’s a small trick by Shiel. But this young lady doesn’t want to think about it so much.”
Verafia shook her head. She originally just wanted to be an observer as a goddess, and fulfilling her responsibilities as a deity was enough.
“Actually, there is one more thing I need to report to you.”
Irene bowed slightly, her delicate silver hair slipped from her shoulder, and she said softly: “On the way to the Empire, we met a messenger. He was from the Aer Continent.”
“Aer Continent?”
Verafia raised her head, a hint of surprise in her large eyes. She naturally did not forget this secluded continent.
Even due to Herafir’s awakening, while she was dormant within her body, she had witnessed the war of the remaining humans of the Aer Continent marching towards Frost.
“Yes.”
The elf girl nodded with a smile. “It is said that at the end of the continent, they discovered an ancient teleportation array, enough for an army to cross the permafrost ice ocean. Goddess Princess, you once helped everyone on the Aer Continent, so they are naturally willing to offer assistance.”
“It’s not that easy. Is it because of Cassleth?”
Verafia said. Irene opposite her nodded.
This was naturally not difficult to guess. Even if she and Iglet had indeed helped the Aer Continent, for any country, it was not so easy to pay the price of war because of her.
Unless it was a will that transcended the powers and cults of the entire continent’s nobility, capable of disregarding their gains and losses.
The only one who could do this was naturally Cassleth, who had now obtained the divine position of Frost on the Aer Continent.
“If that’s the case, then Azer and Shiel should also come, right?” The image of the former “North Wind Witch” flashed in her mind, and Verafia fiddled with her skirt hem with her fingertips, then remembered her friends on that continent.
“You mean… Miss Shiel, she should be here?”
There was a rare hesitation in Irene’s voice. Verafia turned her face and saw her with a look of worry and loss, so she said softly.
“Irene, don’t worry. Shiel was watched by you as she grew up. For her, what difference does it make whether Irene is a Silver Moon Elf or a dark elf?”
“Goddess… you are right. Thank you.”
The elf girl let go of her furrowed brows, let out a soft sigh, and lowered her face, saying.
Verafia hummed softly.
In fact, in her eyes, Irene was completely worried out of concern.
Using herself as an example, if Iglet swallowed the Demon King’s demonic blood and truly turned into a hellish demon after the demonic ascension ritual, would she abandon him?
“As for that idiot Iglet. If he saw me turn into a phoenix egg and abandon this young lady… Hmm, how is that possible?”
Verafia thought to herself, raised her head, and saw Iglet returning with the two elf girls, holding the juice she had specifically requested in his hand. The corners of her mouth gently curved upwards, and she turned her head to look at Irene:
“Actually, Irene came to Arnor Colon to find this young lady in advance, I guess it was at Raphnos’ request?”
