I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 468

Chapter 468: Chapter 29 Richelieu
“If that’s the case, I wish you success.”
For some reason, looking at the young man’s expression, the divine priestess did not offer a perfunctory prayer but rather warned, “However, please be sure not to try to control the Sacred Sword with your own power, otherwise, you will end up like them.”
Where the divine priestess pointed, quite a few people had fainted and were being attended to by the church’s clerics.
Under the backlash of the Sacred Sword, not only the body but also the spirit would be impacted, so even after divine healing, many people were still in a coma.
Igter was slightly stunned for a moment by the divine priestess’s vastly different attitude towards him compared to others, then he smiled on his face.
“Thank you for the reminder, Miss Nun.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Igter moved next to the Sacred Sword.
Just as he had said, Igter was not particularly concerned about the Sacred Sword of salvation or the title of the legendary hero.
The reason he came to this place, besides Verafia’s request, was also due to what the young lady had said about Lothel having once drawn the Sacred Sword.
In Igter’s eyes, the pure white Sacred Sword placed on the Light Sacred Stone was like a wisp of pure light.
“Lord Lothel… even now there are rumors of the title of hero, and according to Veer, he was the first to draw the Sacred Sword. However, in the end, it was Lancaster, Lord Lothel’s companion at the time, who received the title of hero and the Sacred Sword.”
Igter murmured softly in his heart. He was not dull-witted, and although Verafia had remained silent about this matter for half a year, it was not difficult to guess that it must be related to Lancaster, the current King.
“Miss told me that the Sacred Sword once belonged to Lord Lothel. Does she want me to obtain this sword?”
Although it was only a sentence, from different perspectives, completely opposite meanings could be derived. However, Igter felt that he should not doubt Miss Phoenix, who accompanied him.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Igter raised his cheek and extended his palm, gripping the hilt of the Sacred Sword firmly.
The novice divine priestess widened her eyes in disbelief. Unlike Siya, who was excited, Verafia merely glanced at the young man, her long eyelashes fluttering and obscuring her golden eyes.
The entire space was shrouded in a burst of brilliant light, and the sword edge, as heavy as a thousand peaks, was lifted directly by Igter as if it had no weight.
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After leaving White Stone Square in front of the Royal Palace, Cardinal George boarded a carriage to return to the church. However, his journey was cut short when a voice called out to him.
“Brother George.”
The voice came from a middle-aged man. Bishop George opened his eyes, and what came into his sight was another Arch-Cardinal in a red divine robe. On his slightly smiling face, his pupils were faintly entwined with golden holy radiance.
Although only middle-aged, the serene smile on the red-robed cardinal’s face exuded a prestige far above that of ordinary Grand Dukes.
Lichen, the Chief Cardinal of the Church of Richelieu, as the religious leader of the entire Kingdom’s church district, was now subtly rivaling the Pope of the Western Holy See. Even the Emperor of the Empire had to show him due respect.
However, more importantly to Bishop George, Cardinal Richelieu was the second church leader appointed by His Majesty the King after the previous Archbishop Luther, and simultaneously served as the Chief Court Pastor in the King’s court.
“Brother Richelieu.”
George bowed slightly in greeting, stepped out of the carriage, and walked beside Richelieu. “However, Cardinal’s attire is not for meeting His Majesty. Could it be that you are here for the Sacred Sword?”
Richelieu nodded and smiled, “This is an appointment from His Majesty the King.”
“Brother Richelieu, what are your thoughts on His Majesty’s actions?”
George looked up at the red-robed Arch-Cardinal.
“After all, this concerns the inheritance of the Sacred Sword. Even if His Majesty does not wish the Empire and the Papacy to interfere, can a suitable candidate truly be selected in just two months?”
“Brother George, you worry too much. His Majesty’s reputation has been known throughout the continent for centuries. The influence of the Sacred Sword and the title of hero cannot be easily suppressed by the Empire or the Holy See of Moon.”
Richelieu placed his hand on the silver holy cross on his divine robe and smiled at George. “Moreover, this is merely His Majesty choosing an heir.”
Bishop George was startled and looked up abruptly. The Chief Bishop of the Peka diocese, however, smiled, as if tacitly acknowledging the other’s guess.
“Bishop George!”
A young girl’s voice, slightly hurried, could be heard. The two red-robed cardinals turned around simultaneously, and what appeared in their sight was a mage girl with ancient yet elegant staff and beautiful, long indigo hair. It was Vicena, who had returned to Richelieu.
Vicena rushed to the cardinal, her heaving chest beneath her court mage robe rising and falling slightly, her exquisite jade face flushed. “Lord Richelieu is here too?”
“We have just met Brother George.”
Richelieu said, “May I ask, Miss Vicena, is there something important that brings you here so urgently?”
Seeing that he had asked, Vicena did not try to conceal it and spoke directly, “Bishop George, Lord Richelieu, I just heard that you are preparing to choose an heir for His Majesty’s Sacred Sword?”
“That is indeed the case. This is the result of our discussion with His Majesty yesterday.”
Richelieu nodded. “The heir to the hero and the Sacred Sword not only concerns the church and the kingdom but even affects the safety of the entire continent, so His Majesty has no choice but to consider it early.”
“Such a thing is simply preposterous! Not to mention you, doesn’t the Queen have any objections?”
Vicena slammed her staff onto the ground, her willow eyebrows raised, and her expression on her pure and beautiful face was one of extreme irritation.
“Given Lance’s condition, there is no need to discuss inheritance so casually. Moreover, how do you know you can find someone who can bear the power of the Sacred Sword!”
“Archmage, please calm down.”
Bishop George stepped forward to console her.
“You are a comrade who fought alongside His Majesty the King. For a hundred years since the end of the Demon Race War, you have accompanied His Majesty. However, Miss Vicena, you should understand that if not for the restraints, His Majesty could have broken through those restraints.”
“You mean…”
“Even His Majesty the King cannot protect humanity eternally.”
Bishop George said to the slightly frowning young mage, “His Majesty’s intention is naturally to bring more prestige and trust to the heir of the Sacred Sword, taking advantage of the victory in the hundred-year Demon Race War.”
“As for the suitable candidate that the Archmage mentioned…”
At this moment, a scorching white and gold holy radiance was as if it had been pulled out, emitting a brilliant light like the sun’s radiance, like the dawn, covering all of Richelieu!
“This is—”
Sensing the extremely familiar aura, Vicena’s beautiful indigo eyes widened, and an expression of disbelief appeared on her exquisite face.
Cardinal Richelieu released the divine emblem he was holding, and his hand, extended from his red divine robe, touched the golden light that was still shining, as if it were substantial.
“It is indeed the radiance of the Sacred Sword… It seems we have enough time to meet this prospective hero.”
Cardinal Richelieu paused, then turned his face and smiled at the young mage, “However, for now, perhaps we need to trouble the Archmage with your magic.”
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I just wanted to introduce Vicena and Richelieu… but ended up writing a whole chapter unintentionally.