I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 213

Chapter 213 Chapter 7 The Black-winged Monarch
“If it were a legendary quest in the true sense, then people of our caliber would just be cannon fodder.”
The bald mage understood Ig’s gaze and said:
“However, the owner of these ruins has long since been beyond death. He is only valued so much because of his fame in life.”
“You mean…” Ig’s eyes sharpened as he realized the name the mage was about to reveal would be world-shattering.
The other party’s answer did not disappoint Ig. The bald mage patted his bald head with a chuckle and said, “The unearthed ruins naturally belong to the Black-winged Monarch, who perished by His Majesty the King’s sword a hundred years ago!”
Behind Ig, Verafia’s originally gentle gaze under her scorching gold eyes suddenly stiffened.
“For a legendary and powerful being like this, even a trace of his remaining power is enough for people like us to ascend to the heavens!”
The bald mage’s expression grew excited. Before Ig could react, he pulled out a pile of magic scrolls and many items from his robe:
“Young man, I see your bones are unusual, you must be the most suitable candidate to obtain the treasure! Why don’t you take a look at my collection? Look at this bottle of fire oil, if you coat it on your sword and swing it, you can slay a colossal dragon! It’s only ten silver coins…”
Ig was speechless watching the other party’s exaggerated performance.
The black-haired youth was pained by his private savings. Naturally, Ig would not buy any of the bald mage’s recommendations.
However, Ig tried to ask for more specific details, but the other party just laughed and ran away.
…
“So, this mage only knows one name? And yet he came to scam people…”
Verafia crossed her arms, her slender feet making crisp sounds on the ground. The girl suddenly lifted her face, her big eyes turning to the youth beside her, “Ig, you idiot! As this young lady’s attendant, you actually fell for such a trick!”
I was afraid you, Miss, would get impatient and beat me up too, wasn’t I?
Ig nodded repeatedly, but couldn’t help but mutter in his heart.
“However, if it’s as Uncle Mage said, the Black-winged Monarch from a hundred years ago, he was the only one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Demon Race who died during the war back then…”
The Ice Dragon Girl walked to the youth’s side, blinking her bright and moist ice-blue eyes.
“I heard Father say that the Black-winged Monarch was not only an outstanding commander, leading the demon realm’s legions to conquer nearly half the continent, but also an extremely powerful warrior… I didn’t expect him to die here?”
Verafia scoffed lightly at the corner of her mouth, turning her gaze away, but the light in her scorching gold eyes was solemn.
As a participant in the Demon Race War, Verafia knew very well that the Black-winged Monarch’s true performance was countless times more terrifying than the legends that have been passed down.
In fact, without this terrifying being who manipulated death, the demon realm’s legions would never have been able to sweep across the entire continent in less than ten years, pushing the human allied forces to the brink of peril.
In the Demon Race War, this Four Heavenly King, known as the “Wings of Death,” was also the character Verafia had fought against the most.
And even in the final battle at Aizeliasia, it was precisely because of the Black-winged Monarch’s arrival that she had to abandon her companions and go with Lancaster to find the ultimate Sacred Sword.
Thinking of this past event, Verafia clenched her fingertips tightly in her tender palm, her slightly raised face showing no change.
“Probably so.”
Ig explained to Ophi with a smile.
“In the legends, after the King drew the Sacred Sword, he fought fiercely with the Black-winged Monarch for an entire day before finally landing the fatal blow. Even so, the Black-winged Monarch did not die immediately, but fled towards the east, and finally died from the backlash of the power of death that was severed by the Sacred Sword.”
“It’s just that a demon heavenly king who has been missing for so many years suddenly appears in Dorun…”
Ig sighed, then turned and said to Verafia, “Miss, what do you think?”
“Hmph, I don’t believe what that bald mage just said. It’s possible that some people with ill intentions are saying it to deceive others.”
Verafia crossed her arms and snorted softly, showing no interest on her face. The girl raised her big eyes:
“The Black-winged Monarch from back then was much stronger than this idiot Ice Dragon’s father… even Lothel couldn’t defeat him. If this were truly his ruins, would your King be indifferent and allow these little adventurers to get involved?”
Ophi, who had suffered an undeserved disaster, blushed, raised her head and let out a “Mmm,” but didn’t know how to refute this hateful Phoenix.
Ig thought about it and agreed with Verafia, so he smiled and put the matter out of his mind.
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Dorun City in Andelfir Province, as a large city with a population of 100,000, also had many places for professionals to trade and exchange.
Since they had just arrived in Dorun, Verafia wasn’t in a hurry to drag Ig to the Adventurer’s Guild and decided to wander around.
Ig carefully selected suitable magic scrolls for himself.
Although, when they were in Rubiel City, the young lady had bought him quite a few magic scrolls for over ten gold coins, but after more than a month of her behaviors of provoking magical beasts and forcing him to go, they had been consumed almost entirely.
Now that the young lady was generous for once and gave him a budget of thirty gold, Ig couldn’t afford to waste it on things that weren’t suitable for him.
Besides suitable magic scrolls, Ig was also buying alchemical potions and healing potions to aid in combat.
One should know that the three girls around Ig, while seemingly delicate, were actually not to be trifled with.
As a Phoenix, Dragon Clan, and Blood Race, perhaps even Gold Rank healing potions wouldn’t compare to their self-healing abilities, but Ig, a mere Silver Rank ordinary human, clearly didn’t have such confidence.
Ig remembered last week when he was sparring with Ophi and was accidentally stabbed by the girl. If Verafia hadn’t brought Flarn, who used her blood magic to forcefully stop the injury, Ig suspected he would have died then and there.
Thinking of this, Ig raised his gaze and found Flarn on the side.
The silver-haired girl wore a gorgeous dress in a deep black tone, adorned with dark red silk.
Flarn’s delicate silver silk hair was tied with an exquisite ribbon. Her slender legs under the skirt were wrapped in delicate pure white silk, and then slipped into black round-toed boots. She looked like a well-behaved child, quietly standing beside Verafia with her large red eyes.