I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 320

Chapter 114 Silent Night
Igger’s left hand caressed the girl’s soft little face, trying to free his other hand from her slender, embraced arms.
However, Igger was soon embarrassedly aware that even in his dream, Verafia’s seemingly delicate little hands possessed considerable strength, and with his own power, he clearly couldn’t break free.
After struggling a few times, Igger helplessly gave up on the option of breaking free from the young girl’s grasp. His free left hand pulled the thin silk blanket and gently covered the girl’s delicate body.
After the overhead crystal lamp was extinguished, the soft, silver moon glow sprinkled into the deep night.
Igger rubbed the girl’s little head beneath her delicate golden hair, thinking that being held like this, it was impossible for him to continue meditating. Moreover, if he continued to sit here, causing Verafia to remain on her side, it would undoubtedly affect the quality of her sleep.
Thus, Igger simply grabbed a blanket, turned over slightly, repositioned the girl to lie flat, and then reclined beside her.
However, as soon as he lay down, Igger realized he had underestimated the situation.
Although there was a thin blanket between them, he could still feel the girl’s delicate and graceful body, and the glimpses of her form that evoked an unsettling restlessness in Igger’s heart.
“This little phoenix… who could resist her!”
Igger bit his lip hard, turning his body to avoid any physiological impulses from touching the girl’s soft, delicate body. He took a deep breath and, with great effort, managed to suppress the surging impulses in his heart.
“Phew, if I stay here any longer, I feel like I could become a celibate monk…”
Igger’s complaining voice gradually subsided, his pupils fixed on the girl who was almost within arm’s reach.
The girl’s silky hair touched her snow-white shoulder, slightly exposed in the thin blanket. Her radiant hair, like sunlight, reflected a faint silver moonlight in the night. And on her exquisite, artwork-like little face, in the dim atmosphere, it was made even more captivating by the starlight.
Verafia’s gentle breaths touched Igger’s face, and in the warm, moist touch, it was as if she were imbued with the girl’s soft warmth and the fragrance of sweet roses.
Bright and beautiful, yet like fragile porcelain, the girl, who was always untouchable, now lay peacefully before him.
Igger’s heart wavered. He tightly closed his eyes and gently kissed the girl’s doll-like, soft little face.
A soft and smooth sensation followed, along with a sweetness like honey. Igger didn’t move, as if afraid of shattering the beautiful feeling frozen in that moment.
“Is this what liking someone feels like…”
Igger thought to himself. He slightly opened his eyes and looked at the girl’s peaceful and exquisitely beautiful face.
However, he could only touch her when this luxurious girl was asleep.
Thinking of this, Igger’s mood inevitably turned melancholic again, and even the joy he felt earlier seemed to be tinged with bitterness.
The young man reached out and touched the girl’s dreamlike face, softly saying, “Young Lady, goodnight.”
The gentle moonlight seemed to flow like mercury, dyeing the castle, where lights still flickered and attendants moved about, with a serene color.
Outside Verafia’s room, on the edge of the castle, two slender figures were perched.
“Mmm… Little Fran, why did you ask me to come here? Igger’s father arranged rooms for us, didn’t he?”
The Ice Dragon Girl slightly swayed her slender dragon tail, a few exquisitely beautiful ice-blue crystal-like dragon scales refracting light under the moonlight. She tilted her little head, looking at the silver-haired girl beside her with great confusion.
As Ophi thought, although Igger’s family seemed to have great troubles, since they hadn’t asked for her help, she didn’t need to worry about them at all.
Therefore, the Ice Dragon Girl’s original intention was to have a good sleep after enjoying a satisfactory dinner. However, she hadn’t expected to be called by Fran to come to this corner to feel the wind.
The Blood Race Girl’s pure silver hair cascaded down her slender shoulders, subtly reflecting silver light in the dim night.
She slightly turned her head, her bright red pupils looking at Ophi’s confused expression: “I’m a little worried about my sister.”
“Worried? Fran, you mean that hateful phoenix, Verafia?”
Fran’s explanation made Ophi even more bewildered. She rubbed her ice-blue beautiful hair with her little hand, her pair of ice-crystal beautiful eyes looking at the Blood Race girl beside her in confusion:
“But isn’t this Igger’s family’s territory? And Igger is also in Verafia’s room. What is there to worry about?”
Speaking of this, Ophi couldn’t help but puff out her tender, snow-white cheeks.
Originally, she had planned to find Igger to play cards with, but she hadn’t expected this human young man to be stuck in that detestable phoenix’s room and not come out…
—Although it was because this idiotic phoenix was drunk and needed care, and according to her sister’s teachings, she needed to be understanding, Ophi still felt very annoyed.
Fran didn’t explain to the Ice Dragon Girl. Instead, she turned her little face, her blood-ruby-like big eyes looking at the black-haired young man beside Verafia in the room.
Although Igger was very good to her and protected her, but “sister,” and father…
The girl slightly tightened her tender palms, then turned her head to look at the Ice Dragon Girl before her: “Ophi, I need to leave for a moment. You keep an eye on my sister for me.”
After saying that, without waiting for Ophi’s reply, a surge of blood-red demonic power flowed through her tiny body, forming exquisite bat wings, and she flew directly down from the castle.
“Mmm… What’s wrong today? Even Little Fran is acting so strange?”
Ophi became even more confused. However, she still straightened her little face and became serious.
After all, this was a request from a good friend, and she couldn’t be negligent. As for that phoenix, although sometimes detestable, she was at least a companion.
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The castle was shrouded in the night, with soft lights dotted like fireflies.
In Miss Shiel’s luxurious chamber, heavy magic books and exquisite magical instruments had replaced gems and paintings, revealing the insatiable thirst for magical knowledge of this once-in-a-century genius girl of the Landislofen family.
Under the bright crystal lamp, the silver-haired girl Shiel was still wearing the exquisite evening gown from the banquet. Her slender body, however, was not sitting at the table reading magic books or sleeping early as usual. Instead, she was standing facing the wall.
Standing at attention. This was the punishment Shiel remembered receiving when she made mistakes as a child.
Although the Marquis had come to her room earlier and seen Shiel sitting by the window, crying by herself, and hadn’t said much or requested any punishment, Shiel still stood facing the wall as a reflection after the Marquis left, as was her childhood habit.
Shiel knew that rather than reflecting, she was being stubborn… But whenever she thought of her brother and that girl, her heart ached, and her eyes turned red.
“Brother…”
Suddenly, the girl’s heart trembled. In an instant, through years of immersion in magic, her senses captured a subtle fluctuation, a vibrant color like crystal stained with bright red blood.
However, before she could turn around and grab the staff that was thrown aside, a girl in an exquisite little dress, with Blood Race wings condensed behind her, appeared at the window.