I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 351

Chapter 351
Verafia lightly brushed aside her smooth hair. She slightly raised her face, trying to recall her state of mind.
Why was she so angry just now? Was it because she wasn’t trusted by him, or was it, as she had thought back then, that his reaction had disappointed her expectations?
The tranquil night was like water and splendor, gently enveloping the girl’s delicate body under the light. She suddenly pursed her lips, and the silver glow of the twin moons touched her slightly lowered long eyelashes.
But this was wrong. At that time, she had already seen through it completely, and there was no need to have such emotions in her heart. Even, this young man, in her plan, was just a tool… Could it be that for a mere chess piece, her heart would fall into emotions unrelated to rationality?
In the final analysis, was it because of Ig that she felt wronged?
Such a reason would be understandable to any young girl: yearning for her efforts to be reciprocated, feeling upset and wronged if disappointed, getting angry at him and venting to gain attention.
Ripples stirred in the girl’s tranquil and slow thoughts. When this thought appeared, she instinctively wanted to deny it, but was stopped. Verafia did not want to deceive herself.
But, what about herself?
Verafia’s fingertips couldn’t help but grip her palm. A slight pain came from the tender touch, as if it were the same as her state of mind. She gently shook her head.
It was as if in the sea of flames, a state of pure rationality, and simple weighing of interests and disadvantages, had not been seen for a long time… That state of mind, perched at the top of the sky, unmarred by any emotions, seemed to have become increasingly mixed with sentimentality after coming to the human world.
She herself had chosen to abandon Lothel’s humanity to become the current Verafia, but now, she was starting to have the sentimentality of a young girl…
Verafia blinked her eyes lightly, her beautiful gold eyes gazing at the small hand in front of her, her slender fingers slightly curled. Undoubtedly, this delicate girl’s hand, like a work of art, belonged to her.
“A young girl…?”
Her tender, rosy lips trembled slightly as she uttered a sound. She gently turned her head, raising her eyes to see the smooth glass, like a long mirror in the moonlight, vaguely reflecting a girl’s figure.
An exquisite and flawless face, a slightly thin and delicate body, a pure white silk dress accentuating her exquisite and delicate small body. Her soft golden hair flowed down quietly, and on her pale face, her big eyes were still slightly red, making people feel even more pity.
Even if it was just a vague reflection, anyone who saw her image would have to praise the magnificent creation of the gods. Verafia just watched quietly, a trace of mockery reflected in her trembling eyes.
Yes, flawless, a girl that one couldn’t help but praise and pity. But, was I her… or the more I played her role, the more I became her?
That worried, delicate, subtly expectant, yet afraid of rejection and disappointment state of mind of a young girl…
For some reason, Verafia thought of Ig again from not long ago. She had thought it through, but at this moment, that feeling of being wronged seemed to reconfirm her identity as a young girl and surge into her heart again.
Verafia gritted her silver teeth and bit her lips forcefully. The warm tears in her big, scorching gold eyes once again overflowed her porcelain skin, dripping down. Immediately, a slight girl’s sob echoed in the quiet air.
Who was I sad for, myself… No, this was still my own choice; or was it this young man, Ig, who, knowing he couldn’t refuse her identity as a girl, thought crying was natural, and thus became even more unrestrained?
Questions echoed through her mixed emotions. Verafia clenched her hands tightly, and crystal teardrops traced her flawless face, falling one by one onto the glass floor, their dripping sound echoing in the deep night.
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A soft knock came from the crack in the door. Verafia hurriedly raised her head, forcefully wiping her face with her palm.
“Young Lady, are you there?” After a while, a slightly deep young man’s voice sounded.
It was him, Ig…
For some reason, upon hearing his voice, Verafia’s heart suddenly felt a nameless anger. She raised her head and snapped, “This young lady is certainly here! But, you guy, what are you doing here!”
Ig stood outside the girl’s room. The girl’s voice carried anger, but it was more like she was holding her head high, trying to conceal it, her voice still carrying the faint tone of a sob.
Ig’s heart ached. He lowered his head, “Young Lady, I came to find you…”
“To find me? Humph, you hateful guy, I’ve already said it, I don’t want to see you!”
The annoyed girl’s voice interrupted him mercilessly. Ig seemed to see the girl, in front of him, raising her tear-filled big eyes, “Hateful human, get away from me!”
Ig’s voice quieted down, and his palm slowly moved away from the door.
He was alone all around. Not only had the attendants and maids outside the girl’s door been dismissed by him, but he had also shaken his head and refused Ophi’s suggestion to accompany him.
If he went with Ophi, what would be the difference between that and his chosen evasion?
Ig recalled his interactions with the girl. It seemed that from the very beginning, he had never taken the initiative. Even with Dofiraia’s suggestion, he still had more hesitation.
It was as if he attributed everything to Verafia’s identity, and then told himself that because there was no possibility with such a girl, it was a legitimate excuse to cover up his cowardice?
Ig tightened his palm slightly.
Yes. By doing this, wasn’t he only hurting Verafia herself? Even if she didn’t have any opinion of him, why couldn’t he express his feelings to her here?
This was what Ig thought as he walked step by step to Verafia’s room. The early summer night breeze, with a slight chill, blew into his clothes.
Ig looked at the light seeping from the crack in the door. For some reason, he seemed to feel the quiet and cold atmosphere within it, solidifying with the passing of time.
After an unknown amount of time, the girl’s clear voice echoed softly from within the room again, with a slight tremor, “Ig… are you still there?”
The girl’s voice awakened Ig from his contemplation. He slightly moved his stiff right leg and looked up, “En. Young Lady, I’ve been here all along.”
Verafia was quiet for a while, and then her clear, delicate voice spoke again, “You came here, what do you want to do?”