I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 510

Chapter 510 Chapter 70 Peka Ral (Part 2)
A warm spring breeze blew through the royal palace gardens, rustling the white petals of roses and irises, like shimmering butterfly wings, as the Queen’s slender white fingers gently touched them.
This scene reminded Filir of her younger self.
The same royal palace, the same gardens, but she herself was completely different…
The trace of the wind caressed the silver-white braids. Filir’s gaze slightly lifted, still as gentle as before, but if someone stood before her, they would feel a deep, cold intensity hidden within.
“Your Highness.”
Cardinal Richelieu followed behind her. He no longer used the former address of “Your Majesty the Queen” and bowed slightly, “Tomorrow is Lichen’s Iris Festival. It was on this day that you married Lancaster, wasn’t it?”
Filir raised her gorgeous sapphire-colored eyes, not angered, but sighed softly, “Yes. At that time, I was just a naive and childish girl, blindly believing in such sweet love…”
A few strands of soft silk-like hair were blown away by the gentle wind, like streaks of silver moonlight.
Naive, and ignorant… Watching Father die on the throne, there was only sadness, not a trace of doubt…
Watching the nobles loyal to Peka Ral being removed and eliminated one by one, yet deceiving herself into believing this was to maintain the kingdom’s stability, to prevent the country from falling into division and civilians from being caught in war.
Then, when did this sweet and dreamy, yet self-deceiving maiden dream shatter?
Was it when she realized that man had obtained her love through lies? Or when she discovered his affair with Vicena, and that his feelings for her were not as pure and flawless as he claimed.
Or, over the long years, did she play herself as a puppet, gradually hardening and chilling her soft maiden heart?
However, all of this no longer mattered.
Filir thought to herself. She turned her head, and Richelieu still followed beside her, the holy patterns on his blood-red divine robe reflecting the sunlight.
She said softly, “Tomorrow is a good day… Perhaps it is time for all those lies to end.”
Richelieu did not question Filir’s resolve. As one of the most important cores of the Peka Ral faction, he knew how much the former Princess of the Peka Ral dynasty had accomplished during decades of disguise.
Even though her opponent was the King of the Sacred Sword, surrounded by royalists, and the entire Lichen was considered his domain, the net woven by Filir was about to close completely.
Even if it meant a desperate struggle.
Richelieu looked up and said, “Princess, when I arrived at the royal palace, I heard that Princess Misaela and Ig have returned to Lichen and have gone to pay homage to Lancaster.”
“They…?”
Filir’s dense, slender eyelashes trembled slightly. She remembered the black-haired young man she had seen by Misaela’s side: he was the heir chosen by Lancaster, and also… the successor to a name buried deep in memory, Lothel.
“It doesn’t matter. Lancaster’s plan has nothing to do with us.”
Filir said, “On the contrary, it is that young girl… Her relationship with Ig is not as ordinary as it appears. I hope her state of mind will not waver upon seeing Ig.”
Richelieu knew clearly that the girl Filir was referring to was Verafia, with her dignified figure amidst the magnificent flames.
Although Verafia’s image remained mysterious in their eyes, they shared common goals… and in the past six months, through transactions in the dark, they had also had considerable contact with the girl.
Richelieu said, “Princess, she wants the Sacred Sword.”
“This is something we already knew. Without taking Lancaster’s Sacred Sword, how can we have a chance to defeat him?”
Filir spoke softly, her exquisite face lifted, her shimmering pupils gazing as if in pursuit, “Six months ago, the Seed of Destruction, those who followed me, and Lord Windsor, their lives were sacrificed for this moment.”
Whether it was Count Albert or Duke Windsor, their pursuit was to overthrow Lancaster and return Peka Ral to its rightful place. The Seed of Destruction’s successful surprise attack on the royal palace was inseparable from the assistance of Richelieu, the court priest.
And although the court commotion at that time was ostensibly to break the seal of the Star God of Destruction, the real purpose was to seize the Sacred Sword within the royal palace.
At that time, Duke Windsor did not know this either.
Filir thought silently, her dense, slender eyelashes blinking.
A gentle breeze blew the delicate petals of the irises. Filir slightly turned her gaze, and in her clear, lake-like indigo eyes, the tender petals seemed to freeze in that instant as if falling into a painting.
“Your Highness, be careful!”
Richelieu suddenly raised his voice, and golden divine radiance gathered, but regardless of the azure sky, the bright sunlight, or the colors of the entire royal palace and garden, it was as if a painting dipped in ink, with black colors constantly spreading and shrouding.
Unlike the Cardinal blocking in front of her, Filir’s white face remained calm. She pushed aside the Cardinal’s arm blocking her way and saw the figure emerging from the darkness with her beautiful eyes.
“Are you… that black-robed witch beside Lancaster, Kaina?”
The girl’s crisp voice rippled through the painting. As if in response to her question, the black-robed woman revealed her face.
“Your Majesty the Queen, long time no see.”
A voice like a deep abyss.
The pitch-black color drew the final stroke across the sky, and the enveloping darkness was like the arrival of night.
—
The night sky shrouded the city, plunging Peka Kingdom’s thousand-year-old capital, the prosperous city of “Iris City,” into the quiet night.
The golden-haired, white-dressed maiden slightly moved her delicate lotus feet, leaving slender and crystalline traces in the silent atmosphere.
She slightly raised her eyes, her long, slender eyelashes casting a dense shadow on her snowy cheeks, but her gorgeous, gem-like, radiant golden eyes showed no ripples of disturbance.
Beside Verafia, irises bloomed and swayed, their soft, white petals reflecting the clear moonlight, appearing pure and gentle.
She had returned to this city today.
In “Iris City,” the prosperous and magnificent royal capital of Peka, there were many things and people she should miss, many familiar faces, but Verafia had no intention of revisiting, merely stopping to gaze quietly.
A soft evening breeze blew a strand of golden silk hair.
Unlike the turbulent emotions in her heart last time, she was now cool and calm, without a trace of emotion.
She knew what she had to do… and she also knew what she needed to accomplish.
“Lancaster…”
A faint, gentle maiden’s voice, like the singing of nightingales, conveyed her message, and the fire-like colors in her gorgeous golden eyes blazed.
— This was her almost sole demand upon returning to this world!
A brilliant crimson lit up in the moonlight, like the indifferent smile on the girl’s lips.
Her slender white fingertips swept across. The surroundings remained silent, but in her sight, far beyond this domain, there was raging fire, the panicked cries of countless people mixed with roars.
She slightly moved her eyes, and in the far distance, the royal palace, which had never been breached in thousands of years, was once again plunged into chaos after only six months, with magnificent magic echoing through the sky.
Even terrifying divine-rank forbidden spells were heard one after another in the sky, and the bright magic light illuminated the hard ramparts of the castle and the frightened faces of the armored knights, only to be swallowed by even more terrifying magical sounds.
Far beyond the royal palace, under the night sky, in the streets of Lichen, and even in the hidden winding alleys, countless knight figures charged with anger, and greeting them were flashing black shadows from the darkness.
Brilliant sword edges erupted in magic and dou qi, blood and fire burned, bringing battle and life and death!
Vivid blood and dazzling battle flames adorned the entire Lichen under the night sky.
However, such scenes did not affect Verafia’s domain. Beside her, the wind was still gentle, and the air was tranquil, allowing her to quietly gaze upwards.
Until a sound of footsteps echoed in the darkness. Verafia slightly frowned, then her jade hand moved, and the surrounding curtain swayed, revealing a man’s figure before her.
“William, did you get it?”
The girl’s voice, crisp like carved jade, wafted through the night, her indifference as if transcendent of the world. The man raised his face, his golden hair falling to reveal his handsome countenance, which was none other than William, descendant of the “Lionheart King.”
This youth, who claimed to be a descendant of the former royal family of the Langeryat Republic, actually possessed noble blood from the Orc Royal Court.
When Siegfried revealed his “White Wolf” identity, everyone thought he had long escaped from Peka, or even the human world, but they never expected that he would still be hiding under the night sky of Lichen until today.
Of course, Verafia was not within this category.
Under the girl’s gaze, William smiled and bowed politely, “Thank you for your blessing, Goddess Princess. Tonight’s operation was naturally smooth and flawless.”
William’s voice made Verafia’s delicate eyebrows furrow, but her attention was quickly drawn.
In William’s hand, he held an immaculate, pure white sword edge, exuding a radiance that was merely pure white, yet it was like the origin of all light, capable of cleaving through any darkness, chaos, sin, and evil in the world!
Her delicate jade-carved, flawless fingertips took the sword edge from his hand. It was not like the long sword formed by the “Sacred Sword Imprint” in Ig’s hand.
On the immaculate sword edge, the light merged, leaving only a pure white brilliance, even causing her to feel a slight sting and pain.