I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 504

Chapter 504 Chapter 64 You Don’t Owe Me Anymore (Part 2)
At the same time, Misera’s angry magical attack hit in front of Verafia, creating ripples on the burning flames.
Verafia still lowered her eyes slightly, and the rebound force sent the silver-haired princess flying and crashing onto the hard rock beside the flaming gate.
A thin eyelash blinked, covering her golden pupils.
A slight hint of pain escaped from Misera’s tightly pressed lips. However, Misera ignored it, and did not even look at Verafia.
On the flaming gate illuminated by crimson blazing flames, the eternally unextinguishable flame light swayed. Suddenly, the sky rippled, and Ig’s figure was heavily thrown down.
He was almost scorched and humanoid, with not an inch of intact skin.
Even though the moonlight’s white light was healing his body, the blurred flesh and the scars created by countless flame attacks on his body made Ig look extremely miserable, even grotesque.
“Ig!”
Misera’s heartfelt voice echoed.
The silver-haired princess, kneeling on her delicate knees, knelt beside the young man. Her eyes, filled with anxiety and fear, shed tears that dripped onto the ground.
However, she did not dare to touch the young man with her outstretched hand, fearing that such a slight movement would completely extinguish the last wisp of his life.
A faint, almost imperceptible breath proved that his life had not completely vanished. As if he had raised his face with all his might, a hint of azure in his eyes reflected a lingering obsession that had kept him going until now.
In Ig’s hand, he tightly grasped the divine spark of blazing flame: on the crimson jade, brilliant gold patterns burned brightly, each representing the purest origin of flame in the entire world, and the authority to control all blazing flames in the world!
This was the status of the God King of Blazing Flames before the dawn of time! If it were to spread outside, it would undoubtedly cause bloodshed throughout the continent, and even involve wars of entire planes!
Those who obtained this divine spark would not only have the opportunity to control the origin of blazing flames, but even have a complete opportunity to glimpse the immortal god, the noble divine position belonging to the deity of blazing flames.
A soft footstep, a soft skirt swayed by the flame light. Verafia raised her long eyelashes, looking at Ig who was kneeling on one knee, struggling to raise his face.
“Verafia, what are you trying to do!”
A sharp and angry girlish voice. Tears washed Verafia’s snow-white face, but the beautiful silver-haired princess blocked Verafia like a bristling lioness.
However, Misera’s attack, which fell in front of Verafia, was engulfed by flames, as if the space was melted and divided, and the girl herself was moved more than ten meters away.
“Young Lady…”
As if sensing the girl’s gaze. Ig struggled to get up, his vision almost destroyed by the flames, trying to capture her face.
Just such a movement tore the blurred flesh under Ig’s scorched skin again, exposing nerves that burned and caused intense pain, and flowing out bright red blood.
The snow-white skirt fell to the ground, and the noble and flawless girl half-crouched, her golden moon-like eyes falling on his body.
Not just the burns from the immortal flames… It was as if he was being eroded by Herafir’s divine power, Ig’s flesh and body were being elementalized, and fine crystals of flame were covering his blood and internal organs.
—This was the consequence of merging with the purest power of a deity without the comprehension or divine spark.
Not only that, in Verafia’s eyes, the blood of the flame god she had left in Ig’s body had also been burned away by Ig in the final moment…
Looking at the young man she once knew, Verafia’s outstretched fingertips trembled slightly, wanting to touch the young man’s face. Her eyes slightly ached, and she felt sadness in her heart.
Heh… Are you feeling bad? You clearly abandoned him, and all of this was caused by you. Now you feel bad, do you want people to sympathize with you, do you want him to forgive you?
Her trembling eyelashes were concealed. Verafia watched Ig, who was still trying to stand up, suddenly close her golden eyes heavily. Her delicate jade fingertips moved, touching the divine spark he held in his hand.
The divine spark of blazing flames, the moment the girl’s fingertips touched it, turned into a gorgeous stream of light and merged into the girl’s pure and beautiful body.
Verafia’s slender eyebrows furrowed slightly, but she raised her face again.
“Young Lady…”
“Ig, you did very well…”
A calm voice came from her lips. Verafia tried her best to suppress it, and suddenly a warm tear fell uncontrollably onto the back of the young man’s hand, which he had raised with difficulty.
Ig’s movement trembled violently.
“Ig, you don’t owe me anymore.”
She wanted to say with a smile, but the sadness in her heart could not be suppressed, and her voice contained a tremor. Verafia fled as if desperate, tears streaming down her pure and beautiful face.
Doesn’t owe her anymore… The flames and the traces of the past have been erased, does that mean that all the fate connections between her and Ig no longer exist?
“Veer…”
As if sensing the girl’s mood, Ig widened his eyes, which actually had no sight, and stretched out his hand, wanting to grab her.
“Verafia! You hateful woman… What you did was to use Ig’s feelings for you, and even his life… Are you satisfied now! Hurry up and leave him!”
Misera, holding her staff and enduring the pain of elemental backlash, rushed over. Even her words no longer cared whether they would anger this “goddess” who was far superior to her in strength.
However, her voice suddenly paused, because in her eyes, which widened with anger and were like blue crystals, she saw the girl’s turned face, wet with tears, and refracting lustrous glistening in the light.
This woman who only used Ig… she even cried?
Misera thought in disbelief.
Verafia’s voice quickly interrupted Misera’s slight daze.
“He is yours.”
This was Verafia’s first sentence.
“I don’t need him.”
A voice as clear as falling jade beads once again echoed throughout the space.
“Now, you two leave.”
As the girl’s voice fell, she suddenly waved her delicate hand again, and surging blazing flame light rolled up Ig and Misera’s figures. After the flame light disappeared, only her figure remained in the entire domain of blazing flames.
Verafia slightly raised her face until the tears in her eyes dried up.
After a long time, Anderdun spread his wings, and his black demonic shadow condensed beside the girl again: “Verafia, it seems you still care about him.”
“Yes… I cannot deny this fact. I care about him… However, I still abandoned him…”
A faint smile appeared on the girl’s face.
Anderdun remained silent for a long time, then suddenly said:
“I once heard legends: the Sword of Destruction in the hands of Herafir, the Goddess of Flames, was born from the collapse of the burning world in the ancient chaos.”
“In that ancient war, she once used this sword of flames to destroy the ancient World Tree, almost causing the sky to collapse…”
Anderdun turned his face and looked at the girl’s flawless face:
“I originally thought that you would forcibly control this young man’s body at the last moment and use the power of the divine spark to obtain that sword.”
“That flaming sword named Levitating… That’s right, it is indeed as you said,” Verafia said softly, her long eyelashes drooping slightly. She restrained her emotions, raised her face, and felt the divine spark of flames, her jade-like expression returning to being clear and cold:
“However, that is just Herafir’s weapon… Without it, I can still defeat Lancaster—don’t forget, the Sacred Sword in his hand belongs to me.”
Looking at the girl turning around, her figure with her snow-white long dress fluttering, Anderdun let out a laugh, but did not refute, and transformed back into a wisp of demonic smoke to follow.