I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 42

Chapter 42 Chapter 35 Goblin Raid (Part 1)
Verafia tilted her head back slightly, a faint moonlight touching the skin of her snowy cheeks. The brilliant gold in her eyes flowed, concealing her thoughts.
“The bloodline of one of the ‘heroes’ who defeated the Demon King back then is scattered among the human kingdoms. It seems the elves’ situation won’t be very good either… What will the disaster and the great sealing they speak of be like? And that Ronald… Heh.”
Being connected with the descendant of the Emerald Singer, Verafia did not believe that this Paladin, who was only gold-ranked, was simply some ordinary person.
Verafia’s gaze turned towards Ronald, who was surrounded by the crowd. The campfire illuminated him, making the night behind the Paladin seem incredibly deep.
Although, according to Grisia, Ronald initially seemed to have no ulterior motives, he had brought this elven lady to the Setting Sun Forest… and his claim that as a knight with Sacred Light attributes, one could advance using the Magic Crystal of the Dragon Crystal Flame Burst Tree.
The evening breeze, bathed in moonlight, gently brushed the young girl’s hair, revealing a pale face. At the corner of the girl’s delicate lips, a slender curve was slightly raised.
“However, as long as you don’t provoke me, I’ll let you do as you please.”
Verafia’s gaze was clear and cold. She was no longer the Lothel who always liked to meddle in other people’s business.
Igate walked behind the young lady and, noticing her gaze, chuckled again playfully.
“Young Lady, you seem quite interested in this Miss Grisia?”
“Of course!”
Verafia retracted the expression in her eyes, turned to smile at Igate, and then casually lifted her pure white chin as she spoke.
“Heh, there are many half-elves like her in the world. In my memory, very few elves are as easy to talk to as this child.”
“That’s true. In my impression, these elves are also very proud, and it’s rare to find anyone as gentle as Miss Grisia.”
Igate agreed with a smile, but then quickly looked at the girl in front of him with a strange expression.
“However, Young Lady, you said she is… a child?”
“Of course, this little lass isn’t someone who was born not long ago.”
Verafia’s jade-white face was reflected in the soft, bright firelight, and she let out a crisp, bell-like laugh.
“Don’t you see that elves have long lifespans and their appearances rarely age? Actually, this child named Grisia might not have been in this world for as long as you have. If you convert it with your human ten times lifespan, isn’t she just a little lass who wasn’t born long ago?”
“Although that’s not wrong, Young Lady, haven’t you always emphasized that you only hatched a few days ago?”
Although he was inwardly complaining, Igate outwardly nodded in agreement with the girl’s “sophistry.”
“However, even though Grisia isn’t old, her talent is quite good… Well, at least among the elves I’ve seen, she can rank pretty high.”
Verafia tilted her little face to the side, counting on her slender, jade-white fingers, and muttered a little confusedly.
“But I don’t understand, with her talent, at over ten years old, why is she only a Silver Mage? This shouldn’t be the case…”
“A mere Silver…”
Although Igate knew that the Phoenix Young Lady in front of him was arrogant and that anyone who caught her eye would surely be the top genius on the continent, hearing the girl speak with such a questioning tone, uttering words that were actually quite hurtful, his lips twitched involuntarily.
Of course, having been beaten down enough, Igate quickly adjusted his mindset and smiled, shaking his head.
“I think perhaps Miss Grisia’s parents left too early, and she had no one to teach her.”
Igate turned to look at the half-elf’s retreating back, and then saw her happily walking towards the Paladin Ronald, who shone like gold by the campfire. A hint of envy appeared in his azure eyes.
“Miss Grisia, whom even you praise, and this gentle and beautiful girl, are willing to stay by Ronald’s side. It truly makes one envious.”
“Pfft, what’s there to be envious of? Although this little elf is indeed good, how can she compare to me! Igate, you guy, you should be grateful to me!”
Hearing Igate’s envious voice, Verafia gracefully raised her swan-like snowy neck. Her delicate, porcelain-like face, bathed in moonlight, was filled with a unique sense of pride.
Igate’s wide eyes looked at the girl before him with disbelief.
Whether it was Verafia’s stunning beauty or her noble bloodline, Igate truly believed that few people on the continent could match her. Even the girl’s atrocious young lady temper occasionally made her seem cute and charming, but with such words… Young Lady, do you know how easily they can be misinterpreted?
“Eh, is there a problem? You guy, I am the cutest in the world! Just a little elf, how can she compare?”
Seeing Igate’s shocked and hesitant expression, Verafia immediately became displeased. She crossed her arms and tilted her delicate face upwards, showing a fierce expression.
In response to the girl’s declaration, Igate quickly nodded in agreement.
No matter what, it was better to ensure their current safety first.
Verafia nodded with satisfaction, then clapped her pure white hands and stood up. She turned her beautiful big eyes towards Ronald in the distance and smiled, revealing her teeth.
“But you’re not wrong, this Ronald… encountering me… is indeed a lucky guy. Well, Igate, it’s time to get up!”
“What is it, Young Lady?”
Igate had clearly not adjusted to the girl’s sudden change of pace and was caught off guard when the young lady abruptly pulled him up.
“Of course, it’s time to fight! Although these guys have made me very unhappy, for Grisia’s sake, I won’t be petty and refuse to help!”
Verafia raised her delicate, snowy face. The soft moonlight gently veiled her exquisite, porcelain-white face, revealing a cheerful expression.
“You mean… are magical beasts attacking?”
Igate’s voice suddenly tightened, and he quickly stood up, gripping the hilt of the End.
“Of course, since we want to hunt them, these little guys naturally won’t just stand there and not fight back. But with me here, just a few little treants and goblins… huh? The numbers seem a bit too many?”
Verafia suddenly tilted her little face again, a look of curiosity appearing in her big eyes.
At the same moment the young lady’s novelty-filled voice fell, the warning traps set by the adventuring party around the tents were finally triggered.
“Enemy!”
Hel, who was meditating with his eyes closed, patted his battle sword and stood up rapidly. His voice, filled with powerful Dou Qi, resounded like thunder throughout the camp.
“Everyone, prepare for battle!”