I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 398

Douglas gazed at the girl in front of him, as beautiful and glorious as the golden flames from a moment ago, and chuckled softly.
“Miss Verafia is joking. This is merely a gift I prepared for Miss Shiel… I have no intention of forcing her.”
“Hmph, is that so? But even so, you don’t need to worry so much about it!”
Douglas, dressed in black robes, suddenly took a step forward, his powerful aura stirring his robes as he berated the young girl:
“The Life Divine Medicine in Lord Douglas’s hand concerns my father’s life, Miss Verafia, so even as Young Master Ig’s guest, you have no right to speak out of turn!”
“Hmph, do you think this young lady will be like you, an immortal waste, only knowing how to bully young girls here?”
In dealing with Yagmein, the lowest-ranked Saint, Verafia showed no courtesy and retorted with her chest held high, her imposing aura unwavering. The young girl’s golden eyes blinked and she said, “Oh right, is that old patriarch you mentioned named Ward?”
Yagmein sneered, “Of course. Miss Verafia, since you’ve brought it up, what can you do for my father!”
Ig was about to step forward to retort for the young girl against Yagmein, when suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a slight upward curve on her delicate lips and a triumphant look in her eyes, and couldn’t help but say, “Veer, could it be that you…”
“Of course!”
Verafia lifted her little face, looking at Ig, and replied in a clear voice, “When this young lady goes out to play, it’s not like I do nothing… At least, I’ve healed that old guy!”
Although the young girl feigned an indifferent tone, her bright eyes and graceful eyebrows were filled with smugness, and she provocatively glanced at Yagmein with her arms crossed.
“Ridiculous!”
Yagmein rebuked, his powerful aura spreading with his voice, “Even Lord Marquis can do nothing about the Old Marquis’s injuries, so what right do you have, a fledgling little bird who hasn’t even grown feathers, to spout such nonsense!”
Verafia raised her chin, about to retort, when suddenly, there was a burst of enthusiastic cheers from the surrounding crowd.
Marquis Mays walked onto the high platform of the arena, accompanied by attendants helping a man with withered hair and beard, thin and weak, who waved to everyone.
“As expected, Lord Marquis, and senior Ward…”
Douglas shook his head slightly, muttering, then looked at the girl in front of him meaningfully, “As expected of Miss Verafia.”
Verafia grunted, but ignored Douglas, turning her gaze to the ashen-faced Yagmein. Her wide golden eyes narrowed into beautiful golden crescents, and she proudly tilted her little head, “Hmph, you old molting black crow, you know how capable this young lady is now!”
Yagmein’s face alternated between green and white from anger, almost spitting blood, yet he had to swallow his anger as he watched Verafia’s tender lips curl upwards, feeling even more delighted.
She wondered if Eggesti was watching this scene, deliberately playing a trick to embarrass his “older brother.”
Ig took a step forward, looking directly at the red-haired youth not far away, and said, “Since my grandfather is unharmed, Douglas, do you have any other reason to threaten Shiel?”
“Threaten… Interesting. I’ve said it many times, this is not forcing Miss Shiel to do anything. However, with Miss Verafia here, it seems I’ve brought shame upon myself.”
Douglas shook his head and smiled, then suddenly threw his right hand. The Life Divine Medicine, worth thousands of gold, was directly tossed out amidst the gasps of the crowd.
Douglas looked at Miss Shiel walking towards him, and suddenly laughed, “Since Miss Shiel doesn’t fancy me, then this engagement is void!”
He gripped the engagement document in his hand tightly, and the golden flame instantly blasted the golden decree into pieces, with scraps of paper flying about in the burning golden fire.
“Pfft!”
Upon seeing the engagement destroyed, Yagmein finally couldn’t bear the blow. He spat blood, his eyes went black, and he fainted.
Douglas caught the falling Yagmein with one hand, his golden eyes fixed on Ig in front of him, his smiling face gradually turning stern:
“Young Master Ig, I have lost today’s duel. But the next time we meet, it won’t be such a simple ‘duel’.”
Ig, naturally, did not back down from Douglas’s boastful attempt to save face, saying, “I would say the same. Douglas, there won’t be such easy matters in the future.”
The red-haired youth snorted coldly, his eyes glancing at the golden-haired girl beside the young man, who was holding her cheeks and watching with great interest. He suddenly flicked his sleeve and strode away with the fainted Yagmein.
“Tsk… Who can’t say such threatening words? And you actually dare to appear before this young lady?”
Verafia pursed her delicate lips and lightly snorted at the red-haired youth’s retreating back. Verafia tugged on Ig’s sleeve and turned her beautiful face, sneering,
“But Ig, you look like this… *pfft*, is he that unconvinced.”
The girl covered her mouth with her slender white fingers, her beautiful golden eyes curved, and her pleasant bell-like laughter rang through the air.
Although Ig had retorted fiercely to Douglas, his current appearance was far from good. His robes were tattered, and his body was covered in bloodstains and scorched wounds. It wouldn’t be surprising if people believed he was a refugee who had just escaped the Black Tide, let alone a noble young master from a Marquis’s family.
Ig clasped his messy black hair and smiled awkwardly, “Young Lady, please stop teasing me… It’s already quite good that I could beat Douglas.”
Suddenly, his expression froze. The young girl with flowing pale silver and rose colors approached him, her delicate little face tilted slightly, her fingertips gripping the hem of her skirt. Her blue eyes, like the new snow of early winter, gazed at him.
“Eh, little Shiel…”
Verafia, standing by, poked her head out and spoke softly.
Shiel tilted her head slightly, looking at the girl beside Ig. She gently bit her lip, her snow-blue eyes filled with many complex emotions. Suddenly, her eyelashes blinked forcefully, she stomped her foot heavily, and turned to run away.
Miss Verafia looked as if she had been slighted by this little girl, her face showing considerable embarrassment.
“Young Lady, I’m sorry… I don’t know why Shiel’s personality is so bad. But I will talk to her properly.”
Ig’s voice came.
“Ah, since you’ve said so… Hmph, this young lady isn’t petty, so of course I won’t bicker with a human little girl!”
What a joke, was she really going to argue with a little girl? That expression just now was entirely to maintain her persona.
After acting proud, Verafia turned her head again, the evening sunset rays touching her flawless face. The girl slightly narrowed her eyes and stretched her small body, “Ugh… But today is finally coming to an end.”
There was a touch of comfort and laziness in the young girl’s voice. Although Verafia seemed to have gone out to play all day, she had actually done quite a lot.
All day long, whether it was chatting with Chrisis, or dealing with Ward and Marquis Mays, as well as secretly helping Ig in the end, it had all been quite taxing for her.
“However, with Douglas… it should finally be over.”
Ig came to her side, looking at her increasingly beautiful face in the sunset glow, and let out a light chuckle.
“Over…?”
Verafia murmured softly, then raised her head. Her scorching golden eyes met Duke Mays on the high platform, who seemed to be smiling. Behind him, Ward, who had once been afflicted with Life Poison, remained expressionless.
However, Verafia ultimately said no more, a faint smile appearing on her delicate youthful face.
…
After the blood-red sunset was covered by the twilight, the next day, a brilliant sun broke through the night sky, as always, casting its light upon the earth.
On the banks of the Lorincel River, around the Black Knight’s Castle, the Landislofen family owned vast tracts of fertile land and forest estates. The bright sunlight rippled like golden jade belts adorning the entire estate property.
In a room decorated with silver and jade, luxurious and beautiful enough to be eye-catching, a tall floor-to-ceiling silver mirror adorned with gold reflected the light. A petite and beautiful girl sat properly before the mirror.
A strand of pure silver, beautiful hair cascaded from the girl’s slender shoulders. A luxurious formal dress, predominantly black and red, befitting her age, further enhanced her already exquisite figure, making her appear more noble and beautiful.
The magnificent formal dress, beautiful ribbons, expensive jewelry, and the exquisite corset and voluminous petticoat around the silver-haired girl’s slender waist made her look like a little princess ready to attend a royal banquet.
But in the reflection of the silver mirror, on her tender, white, exquisite, and flawless little face like white jade, a pair of beautiful ruby-like eyes revealed an expression of nervousness and unease, and her small body wanted to move.
“Miss Flarn, please bear with me for a moment… you are becoming even more beautiful in the mirror.”
The maid, who was helping the girl with her makeup, said comfortingly.
The silver-haired vampire princess knew it was impossible to escape her current situation by relying on these maids, so she turned her little face pitifully and said, “Big Sister…”
“Ah. Little Flarn, it won’t be long now… Once the makeup is done and the hair ornaments are in place!”
Verafia rubbed the girl’s head forcefully with her small hand, her golden eyes curving on her snowy face, and said cheerfully.
Since Flarn’s hair had not yet been styled, Verafia was not afraid of messing up the girl’s hairstyle.
“Wuuu…”
Since Verafia had already spoken, the vampire princess naturally had no opportunity to say anything more. She turned her head, her exquisite little face filled with despair.
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After this comes the final plot of this volume… (I’ll try to write faster and finish this month)