I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 501

Chapter 501 chapter 61 Bad Woman
“Herafir’s Inheritance Temple…”
“Yes. The flame mark I left on you back then was… a mark as Flame’s Chosen.”
Her soft gold hair flickered amidst the ripples of flame, and the girl’s delicate voice came through. Ig lowered his head, the ornate and intricate markings on his wrist reignited in flashes of brilliant firelight.
The girl’s brilliant gold eyes seemed to be gazing at him: “Herafir’s power comes from the same origin as mine, so you are also her God’s Chosen.”
“God’s Chosen… Young Lady, were you planning this from the very beginning?”
Verafia was silent for a moment. She said, “I’m sorry.”
“No, you have nothing to apologize for… if not for you, Young Lady, I would have died long ago, wouldn’t I? Besides, you were willing to stay by my side…”
Ig shook his head vehemently.
But did all those experiences and the feelings between them… were they all false?
Even though such thoughts had been echoing in his heart not long ago, now that the girl before him had truly revealed it,
“Young Lady… I once had a dream… also in this sea of flames, there was only you and me, and you pushed me into this ocean…”
Ig said suddenly. This was the scene he had seen in the world of starry sky, through the True Sight Eye, at the end of “Fate.”
For a long time, he had worried that asking the girl would sadden her and make her leave him, so he had deliberately tried to forget it…
“Was that a hallucination you saw when you were promoted to Gold… No wonder your expression was so bad back then…”
Verafia recalled. That was perhaps the only time Ig had shown her a cold expression, and it had also made her, who was concerned about the young man at the time, feel very upset.
Perhaps it was at that moment that Verafia realized she had a special feelings for Ig… and it was precisely because of this that she chose a path she hadn’t designed for herself not long after, accepting the young man’s feelings.
But back then, even if her heart was in more pain, she might have chosen the current outcome…
Even with her current state of mind, Verafia couldn’t help but feel a sting of sadness at the corner of her eyes. She slightly raised her cheek, as if to prevent tears from falling:
“Yes, at that time, I was already envisioning today’s situation… if you refused, I would have pushed you down.”
A clear… and utterly cold voice. But within the girl’s slender voice, a subtle tremor could be seen.
“So that’s how it is.”
As if he had breathed a sigh of relief, a long-lost smile appeared on Ig’s face.
“Young Lady, how could I refuse your request… Moreover, I certainly couldn’t watch you, Veer, be devoured by Herafir.”
He forcefully raised his head, looking at the girl who was gripping his jade-white hand tightly: “Young Lady, I will bring you the Divine Spark you desire.”
After saying that, Ig turned around forcefully and walked towards the fiery door with unwavering determination.
“Wait!”
As if hesitating for a long time, a sudden, urgent female voice broke the silence of the air. Ig paused slightly.
“Ig, this temple was created by Herafir, and I can’t control her power. The danger level might be even greater than you imagine…”
The inheritance of an ancient God King, even in Verafia’s words, directly acknowledged the danger. Then, what would it entail for him at that level?
The price of life… However, that didn’t matter.
Ig turned around: “I know… But, Young Lady, you didn’t lie to me, and you are willing to tell me this. That’s enough.”
Ig’s gaze turned towards the noble girl who had taken a step forward, her magnificent double pupils seemed to be broken by ripples.
He closed his eyes forcefully.
“Besides, this is something I originally owe you.”
—
As if destroyed by self-mockery, Ig’s final, all-out cry echoed throughout the entire space, his scorching breath blowing against the corners of the girl’s skirt.
However, the most noble girl in that entire sea of flames stared into the distance blankly.
Originally, she thought she wouldn’t care now, and could calmly witness that false experience…
But seeing him again, seeing his desperate and almost bleak expression at the end… and I’m still just watching.
Her palm clenched tightly, and a warm liquid wet her eyes, cutting across her flawless face, crystalline tear streaks reflecting in the brilliant light of the flames.
“You’re crying.”
A deep voice uttered.
Verafia didn’t turn her head, allowing the black demonic energy to gather and form Anderdun’s figure.
In the past six months, Verafia had re-given her lost Divine Spark to this former member of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Demon Race. Now, he could almost condense into a physical body, possessing nearly half of his former strength.
“Crying…”
A faint voice came from her youthful lips. The girl didn’t wipe away her tears, but slightly raised her head: “Yes, it was just a game, a scheme of mine.”
“But, those experiences I’ve had, and my feelings for him… For this, I get angry, I regret, I argue with him… How can it be false?”
The clear, faintly trembling voice dimmed the colors of the entire flame. A line of crystal tears dampened the girl’s pure white jade face.
“So, are you regretting it?”
Anderdun said: “But Verafia, you have almost completely merged your form with Herafir’s, and in less than a year, that former God King of Blazing Flames will fully awaken. The time you have left to face Lancaster is only a few months.”
“And without the Divine Spark of Blazing Flames, you have no chance of victory against Lancaster. And the only one who can obtain the Divine Spark of Blazing Flames for you is this young man you’ve cultivated—”
“I know.”
Her pair of brilliant, gold eyes remained open, and the girl’s lips moved slightly:
“Moreover, I know in my heart that no matter how much I suffer now, if it’s to avenge Lancaster, I will still sacrifice him.”
“At most, like now, I’ll shed tears that I think are sad… but they are actually just hypocritical tears.”
In her clear voice, she expressed deep self-mockery.
“You see it very clearly…”
“Yes… I know very well. However, I still used his love for me, his feelings for me… forced him to pay for me, to sacrifice himself for me… What’s the difference between this and those bitches who profit by playing with other people’s feelings?”
A smile appeared on Verafia’s face, and warm tears slid down her snow-white skin, only to be evaporated by the high temperature of the brilliant flames:
“Even telling him things… not deceiving him, was only to make myself feel better… As expected, I am a bad woman.”