I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 240

Chapter 34 Saint-level
“Stone of Undead?” Verafia voiced.
From the “Stone of Undead” in the knight’s hand, the demonic power she felt was very similar to the demonic power she sensed in the dirt on the ground before, and it also carried the “concept” of the Black-winged Monarch’s demonic power, only different in sparseness and density.
Verafia walked up to the knight, appearing curious, and asked, her eyes raised, “Where did you get such a stone?”
“Miss Verafia, you don’t know?”
Ron looked at the young girl and, seeing her shake her head, said, “This world was formed from the residual demonic power of the Black-winged Monarch a hundred years ago, and every undead creature that survives here was created by this power.”
“Similar to the Magic Crystals of magical beasts and demonic creatures in the real world, the source of power for these undead creatures is the Undead Crystal. When they are killed, the Undead Crystals that drop quickly become dull like the Stone of Undead in my hand, but the undead power within does not change.”
After speaking, Ron looked back at the young girl and smiled, “Actually, as long as Miss Verafia kills an undead creature with her own hands, she will know.”
The young girls looked around at each other, and finally, Igter stepped forward and said:
“Lord Ron, actually, before Miss Vera and I met you, we also encountered a large group of bone skeletons. However, after killing them, we did not see the Undead Crystal you mentioned.”
Igter explained what had happened. Verafia, raising her golden eyes, saw Knight Ron cross his arms and say with a frown, “No Undead Crystal? Although, by now, the drop rate of Undead Crystals has decreased significantly compared to the beginning, but it’s impossible that not even one would drop from a hundred skeletons?”
Verafia’s golden eyes blinked. She remembered sensing the surge of demonic power from the residual bones when she touched the remnants of the undead.
“Mr. Ron, I heard… you used a term like ‘at the beginning’, have you been here for a long time?”
Verafia raised her cheeks and spoke in a clear and pleasant voice. Ron turned around and saw the curiosity appearing in the girl’s beautiful large golden eyes:
“From Miss Verafia’s words, you have only just arrived here, haven’t you? In fact, as you said, since the Black-winged Monarch’s ruins suddenly appeared, we have effectively been in this place for almost a month.”
Igter and the other young girls exchanged glances, but Verafia was not very surprised. From the moment they fell, she had felt traces of time distortion, and with the Black-winged Monarch’s power, it was not unusual to be able to slow down time within the domain.
“Then, Mr. Ron, did you come here to obtain the Black-winged Monarch’s inheritance as well?”
To Verafia, a noble young lady who was powerful but still seemed quite naive, Ron chuckled:
“Miss Vera, although the Black-winged Monarch’s inheritance is precious, we minor characters are self-aware. Bra and I came to this place, just like any ordinary commission, only hoping to find some treasures and earn some gold coins.”
“Treasures?”
“Yes. With the Black-winged Monarch’s strength and status, even a single scale or piece of armor left behind would be enough for us to benefit for a lifetime.”
The knight laughed, “It’s just a pity that the Black-winged Monarch was killed by His Majesty the King’s Sacred Sword back then, and all his possessions were destroyed. After so many years, only a few fragments remain.”
“Clearly… when the ruins first opened, we found weapon fragments with very strong demonic power, but they were snatched away by some bad guys.”
The mage girl, Bra, who spoke, had disappointment and indignation on her face, but she quickly clenched her little fist and said with encouragement, “But, as Uncle Ron said, being able to get these Stones of Undead is also a very fortunate wealth for us!”
“Stones of Undead?”
Verafia’s eyes fell again on the Magic Crystals filled with undead power in Knight Ron’s hand.
“The undead creatures here are all born from the Black-winged Monarch’s demonic power. With enough Stones of Undead, perhaps some Divine Power crystals can be tempered.”
Ron noticed the girl’s gaze and explained, “Of course, a more important use for us is to directly exchange them for gold coins and supplies at the concentration camp set up by Lord Edgeworth.”
Verafia was still unaware of the name “Edgeworth.” Fortunately, Igter, as her attendant, quickly stepped forward to explain to his young lady about this Saint-level Grand Mage in Peka, known as the “Hand of Storm,” Edgeworth.
“Miss Verafia, to tell you the truth, it is precisely because of Lord Edgeworth’s arrival that the adventurers entering this world have maintained at least superficial order and have not fallen into complete chaos.”
“Moreover, among all the adventurers now, only Lord Edgeworth has the prestige and ability to lead everyone in ‘conquering’ these ruins of the Black-winged Monarch.”
After explaining, Knight Ron put the storage ring containing several days’ harvest into his breastplate, picked up the greatsword placed on the ground, and invited the young girl, “However, since Miss Verafia has only just arrived here, why don’t you return to the concentration camp with us?”
“Is that so… hmm, alright.”
Verafia lowered her little face and thought for a moment, then looked at the eager big eyes of the young mage girl, Bra, beside her, and nodded in agreement.
Igter and the other girls also agreed with Verafia’s decision. After all, they could not find the exit from the Black-winged Monarch’s “domain,” so it was better to stay with a Saint-level expert.
However, Flarn, who had been standing beside the young girl, noticed that as Verafia grasped her staff, a cold glint flashed in her golden eyes on her exquisite, slightly lowered face.
Flarn tugged at the girl’s skirt sleeve with her little hand and asked softly, raising her dark red eyes.
“Big sister, are you suspicious of this ‘Hand of Storm’?”
“Heh… of course, organizing adventurers to conquer this domain and collecting the Black-winged Monarch’s Magic Crystals. Whoever looks suspicious, it’s the most likely. However, this is just a possibility.”
Verafia rubbed Flarn’s hair, and her slightly raised cheeks caught the gray-white light, obscuring the unusual color in her pupils.
A hundred years after the Black-winged Monarch’s fall, this domain of the undead was suddenly opened. Verafia could almost be certain that this must have been done by someone. Although the girl was not sure if the person who opened this domain was watching her, it did not stop her from being vigilant.
Moreover… this was related to the Wings of Death, who once wreaked havoc on the continent of Aslandt during the Demon Race War. How could Verafia not care about his power?
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After thinking about it, I decided to simplify this instance.