I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 191

Chapter 191
“Isn’t it curiosity?” Dylan said with a fawning smile, “I know my limits. The King of Peka might know of our presence, but he can’t use it to capture our shadows. My avatar will self-destruct after meeting Duke Oran. Even if Dawn and Marquis Keso set up an ambush, all they will get is…”
Suddenly, Dylan’s expression changed drastically, his pupils becoming solemn.
“What’s wrong?” Verodia frowned, asking about the abnormality of her companion.
Dylan shook his head and after a long while, he finally spoke, “My avatar that infiltrated Ranteja was destroyed. Not even a hint of my thoughts could be sent back.”
Verodia’s eyelashes trembled slightly, obviously knowing what Dylan’s words implied. But the girl still tried to ask, “Perhaps it was that Phoenix? She was watched by the Saintess, maybe what we saw was not all of her.”
“Perhaps…” Dylan’s eyes flickered, but his voice was decisive, “But now is not a suitable time for us to intervene, and it’s even hopeless. As you said, we are not allowed to leave any trace. ‘Jealousy,’ we should leave.”
“What about Linton and Claude?” Verodia asked.
“Now, the night should decide their life and death. We don’t need to inquire.” The Bard stood up, lifting his black cloak. Verodia was silent for a moment and followed Dylan, approaching the figure in the night.
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Brilliant and magnificent flames flowed like water waves in mid-air, quietly lingering around the girl’s luxurious and slender body.
The golden flame’s luster was reflected on Verafia’s exquisite jade-like cheeks. She sat on the chair, her brilliant hair like the morning sun cascading down her slender shoulders, lightly touching the red silk patterns and exquisite gold-trimmed skirt hem, reflecting the girl’s lustrous and pure white skin.
Opposite the girl, Oran couldn’t help but support his chin with his hand.
Although Verafia didn’t make many movements, only speaking, the aura emanating from her was clearly completely different from Lothel’s passionate heart in the past—more obvious were the girl’s tranquility and coldness, and a detached state of mind that seemed unfazed by anything.
Like a golden moon hanging high in the vast sky, brilliant and magnificent, yet isolated, incompatible with any passionate aura.
Thinking of the words the girl had spoken earlier, Oran couldn’t help but sigh. A bloody red color swept across the sky, and then he raised his head to look at the girl’s cheeks again and suddenly said.
“Lotte, as I told you. Today’s Agrand is completely different from what you experienced. The messengers of the Abyss did not lie. Even though I have been maturing over the past half-century, I can still feel the changes in this world’s power.”
“The Abyss, and the Star God?” Verafia raised her face and asked.
“There were already signs in the Elf Kingdom. The death of the former Elf King and the birth and rise of the Dark Elves were indeed related to the Abyss. But their current isolation and great sealing might have deep reasons.” Duke Oran said, “As for the Star God… the timing of the appearance of such beings, although I have fallen, I have indeed felt their power. Previously, the talent displayed by Lancaster’s daughter had corresponding reflections.”
Verafia’s golden pupils blinked slightly, and thoughts flowed in her autumn-water eyes.
Although Oran’s words were not certain, it was clear that Lancasters, now the King of Peka, and these beings called Star Gods were definitely connected. And the Royal Guard she personally fought a month ago…
“I understand,” Verafia stood up and said.
“Lotte, I can only tell you that Lancaster fifty years ago was far beyond what it was before. Even back then, he was much closer to immortality than I was.” Duke Oran stared at the slender, delicate body beneath the girl’s magnificent skirt, “And now, he controls the power of the entire Peka, and he knows the power of the Sacred Sword even better than I do—even if I had reached immortality at that time, I would not have been able to withstand that sword. How do you plan to deal with him?”
Verafia paused slightly, slightly raising her exquisite chin, and her golden pupils flowed with magnificent golden flames, “Myself.”
“Indeed, her identity is noble and ancient—but Lotte, can you control her with your will alone? The endless flames have color because of her existence. Even in your prime, you were like a drop of water reflecting the moon when facing her, let alone now?” Duke Oran looked at the girl’s exquisite and flawless face and said seriously, “Lotte, as your teacher, I actually don’t want you to act like this. The more your spirit merges into her flames, the greater the damage to your will will be—when she awakens, you will surely be devoured.”
Verafia raised her face, and a few strands of silk-like hair moved on her fair face. She was not surprised that Oran had guessed.
In fact, Verafia’s current personality was not entirely her own will. From a perspective beyond herself, it was largely to adapt to the current “her” and reduce the wear and tear on herself.
“Oran, she is not complete, not even now. And I appeared as the Phoenix, and her status, origin, and authority, I did not carry.” Verafia said, “Even if she is about to revive, it is far from now. I have time to kill Lancaster.”
Oran shook his head helplessly. He knew that his persuasion would not have the slightest effect on Verafia, who had already made up her mind.
Although the girl’s voice was soft and plain, it contained a firmness that was exactly the same as Lothel’s back then.
“I have no right to dissuade your decision. Then, Lotte, why have you come to my domain?” Duke Oran said, “My inheritance is of no use to you. And as you said, your current power is incomplete, and I can see that your origin has been severely damaged recently… Do you want to use my divine source to repair yourself?”
“No.” To Oran’s surprise, Verafia shook her small face. The girl with golden long hair suddenly blinked her big eyes, and a sinister smile suddenly appeared on her pure white jade-like face.
Oran Solske felt a bad premonition.
“Actually, Teacher Oran, I want both your divine source and your inheritance.” The girl’s clear voice was filled with cunning.
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The flames were cut off, and the metal sword edge flowed with bright blood color, and the extremely sharp sword intent seemed to split the sky.
Igert faced Oran Solske’s face directly. The Progenitor of Blood’s expression was expressionless, and his former might was like substance.
The Progenitor of Blood reached out and touched the “End” that Igert had desperately swung. A light flashed in his blood-red pupils, and then fell on the black-haired youth.
“You, are Lothel’s successor?”