I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 598

Chapter 56 Ice Crystal
“What’s so hard to guess?”
With a delicate hand, the girl brushed her beautiful golden hair aside, turning her face sideways. Her large golden eyes blinked slightly, and under the faint moonlight, her flawless snow-white cheeks curved into a light smile.
“Back then, Ig, you were very curious why I didn’t dodge and was behind you… And you yourself wondered why you defeated him with just the Sun Spear condensed from my flame?”
“At that time, I thought it was your power, Young Lady, as a counter to the frost, like facing the erosion of the Frost Calamity… Unless, in your eyes, there was another reason?”
“That’s right.”
Verafia propped her snowy cheeks with her small hand and nodded, as if recalling the scene. “Although Count Sirius called him a cultist of ‘Kasha,’ a traitor to humanity who turned to the frost, he had no killing intent at that time… not even when he saw me behind you.”
Ig raised his pupils, his azure blue gaze tinged with thought. At that time, he thought the swordsman in the black robe wanted to hijack Verafia to ensure his own safety…
“And Ig, I was also paying attention when you were fighting him… That person did release all his demonic power, but he wasn’t trying to kill you. Instead, he wanted to give something to me.”
Verafia looked at the surprise on the young man’s face, her cute lips curling slightly.
It was precisely for this reason that she had followed behind Ig at that time. However, this guy didn’t listen to her and rushed forward with his sword to clash head-on with the swordsman of the ‘Kasha’ Cult, injuring himself, which made her worried.
“Young Lady, you mean… that swordsman would rather die himself just to give that thing to you?”
Under Ig’s astonished gaze, Verafia nodded, then waved her small hand, and a translucent ice crystal appeared. A wisp of chill emanated from the girl’s pure white slender hand.
“This is…?”
The biting frost made Ig recall the swordsman of the ‘Kasha’ Cult suddenly taking out a frost javelin from his torn black robe and fiercely stabbing it into his own flesh. He looked closely and realized it was exactly the same as the one in the swordsman’s hand!
“Tch, you recognized it? This is that swordsman’s frost crystal, but when your Sun Spear struck him, he chose to voluntarily melt and evaporate the ice frost, and then re-condense it in my hand…”
Verafia smiled gently and then placed the ice crystal into the young man’s hand.
The bone-chilling coldness followed, the chill seeming to freeze the blood, even colder than the dragon’s breath Ig had seen from Ophi. It was as if it were the essence of frost itself.
“Could it be the power of the Frost Calamity?”
Ig mused, but he felt a difference from the Frost Calamity he had witnessed that day… it was as if it were merely pure coldness.
As he was about to activate his True Sight Eye, the girl’s soft and pleasant voice suddenly came: “Ig, inject some more demonic power into it.”
Ig quickly did as she said. Suddenly, the ice crystal tightly grasped in his hand lit up. Within the frost blue, indistinct but truly existing text emerged.
“This is…”
Ig wanted to read it, but upon closer inspection, within the silver frost, the slender and beautiful characters, resembling Elvish script, were actually very different. Even though he had been by the girl’s side and learned many ancient texts, he still couldn’t understand it.
“Hmm, this should be what the people behind the Kasha Cult wanted to tell us through this ice crystal… The text should be an ancient language of this continent, but the general meaning should be a warning for us to be careful of the cold in this city.”
“The cold in the city? It can’t possibly refer to themselves…”
“That’s right.”
Verafia gently raised her butterfly head, a faint smile appearing on her snow-white little face. She suddenly turned her golden eyes to look at the young man:
“And Ig, you should have noticed, unlike what the Little Count said, the power on this ice crystal is quite different from the Frost Calamity… Instead, it seems to come from the North Wind Witch, Casslet.”
The North Wind Witch Casslet, in the eyes of the people of Aer Continent, was often associated with accompanying even the Frost Calamity.
However, both the girl and Ig, through Azer’s words, could infer that this evil witch, regarded by everyone as a bringer of calamity, did not seem to be entirely an incarnation of the Frost Calamity.
“You mean, Young Lady, that the Kasha Cult is not like the cultists who worship the Frost Calamity in the eyes of the world?” Ig understood the girl’s words.
“Who can say for sure?”
The girl blinked her beautiful long eyelashes and smiled playfully. “However, they stand with the North Wind Witch.”
“North Wind Witch…”
Ig murmured; “But whether it’s the Kasha Cult or the will of that witch behind them… what do they want with Veer?”
Verafia also showed a puzzled expression and shook her head. They discussed for a while but couldn’t come to an answer, finally concluding that it was a warning from the Kasha Cult.
“By the way.”
Ig suddenly looked up, a thoughtful expression on his face: “The people of the Kasha Cult shouldn’t know Veer, but why did they come to you… Could it be the mark of that witch…?”
Without waiting for the girl’s reply, Ig shook his head to himself.
Meeting the swordsman of the Kasha Cult was not a deliberate act, Ig thought. If it were due to the Frost Witch’s mark, Verafia had told him that the witch’s trace had already been melted by her flame.
“Could it be that the people of the Kasha Cult intentionally sought out Veer?”
Ig considered this possibility and looked at the girl: “Is it because of your identity, Young Lady? But you are the goddess of the Agrand Continent…”
His voice suddenly stopped. Involuntarily, he thought again of the black-robed swordsman drawing his sword and exclaiming “Fire Saint!” in surprise.
That swordsman clearly mistook Verafia’s flame for the power of the Fire Saint, but the Young Lady…
Seemingly sensing the question in the young man’s expression, Verafia lightly furrowed her slender brows. She took the ice crystal back from his hand but still shook her head: “Although I also think this is possible, in my memory, I seem to have never had any connection with this continent…”
“If it’s not you, Young Lady… then what about Herafir?”
As soon as Ig spoke, he regretted it. At the mention of this name, the girl’s slender little hand clutched the silk of her skirt, and her golden eyes dimmed.