I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 726

Chapter 184 A Momentary Smile (Part 2)
She gently tilted her head back, the ice-cold wind felt like sharp blades cutting through the air. Even separated by tens of miles, by the darkness of night, she could still feel the dazzling might of the ice deity, as intense as the sun.
But the frost melted before her.
Verafia’s gaze remained fixed on the frost, on the familiar yet grotesque figure within the deathly black aura.
The frost transformed into sword edges, and in just a moment, his body was severed, shattered, and exploded countless times. Sharp bones pierced his chest, yet he stubbornly resisted the spreading frost.
One could even hear the ice god’s furious roar.
“This guy, trying to be so brave, making himself this pathetic…”
A soft voice escaped Verafia’s lips. Her gaze was fixed, not moving even a bit, but her lips curved slightly, as if she were gently smiling.
Such injuries, even under the power of death, must hurt… but, Young Lady would also feel heartbroken.
Her delicate eyelashes, delicate and white, blinked gently, covering her moist gold eyes. Her slender, jade-white, tender little hands clasped together. In her hands, Mistetinn’s Staff ignited a faint spark of flame.
Igter, to prevent the young girl from unraveling the seal of divine power, had disrupted her flame laws, but at this moment, Verafia had ignited a brilliant star on the staff.
Although it wasn’t grand or magnificent, lost amidst the surging tide of frost, it was like a trivial spark. However, no fragment of ice could reach even half an inch before her.
Her dress fluttered, and the faint firelight illuminated the young girl’s exquisite face. Like a gorgeous firefly, it lit a warm color amidst the snow white, making her already peerlessly beautiful features appear bright and captivating.
Like a spark ignited in a snowy night.
Her slender eyelashes were gently parted. In her golden eyes, like molten stars, traces of tears could be dimly seen, illuminated by the firelight.
“This idiot, actually used the power I gave him to disrupt my laws. And he actually succeeded… but, idiotic Igter, didn’t he think at all that his Young Lady is so easily dealt with?”
The words, though filled with playful reproach and shame, were spoken softly by the young girl, imbued with boundless tenderness.
It was as if they were lovers, whispering softly, entwining their tender affections.
Her palm clenched, and Mistetinn’s Staff moved through the air. A brilliant gold light ignited amidst the vast snow.
The young girl’s laws had indeed been disrupted by Igter. However, as the laws within the ice god’s domain were absorbed by the ice god and Igter teleported her, Verafia had stabilized the disrupted portions with the help of Mistetinn’s Staff.
Until just now, Verafia had reasserted control over her own laws.
As for… her choice, naturally, it required no hesitation.
She softly smiled wordlessly, her gaze falling upon the slender staff in her hand. Markings, that even Verafia found difficult to comprehend, shimmered faintly under the light of the flames.
“Mistetinn’s Staff, Casslight said it’s the Scepter of Life…”
Her fingertips caressed it, and Verafia suddenly felt a slight unwillingness in her heart. She had risked danger by staying in Vinash City to borrow this scepter, hoping to suppress the flames reviving within her body.
Since she could use this staff to ignite her own laws, it meant that this approach was not entirely impossible.
But…
Her youthful lips pursed slightly, and the young girl’s fingers tightened a fraction. Her gaze was fixed, the flame light gradually igniting on the staff.
Verafia knew all too well what choosing flames meant.
Half a month ago, on that moonlit night, in the final intimate moments with Igter, she had suddenly felt fear… that was because the flames awakening in her blood could only be superficially concealed.
At that time, Verafia knew that even without any accidents, Herafir… the true Flame Goddess, was not far from awakening.
She did not want the young man to bear her responsibilities… and, due to her deeper attachments, to be saddened by her departure.
The power of flames surged in her blood.
Her golden eyes gently lifted, brilliant, passionate flames burning within them… even a mere glance was enough to make the surrounding ice elements fearfully screech and then melt in the flames.
Standing before the frost was a deity of flame.
“Deity…”
A smile touched her lips. A familiar power gathered in her hand, and she loosely bent her fingers.
Her exquisite eyelashes blinked gently, and warm tears slid down her porcelain-white skin.
She truly was unwilling… She truly wanted to be Verafia, to be a true girl, to have a peaceful and sweet life.
She truly wanted to be embraced by the one she loved, to be able to act spoiled before him, to be shy in front of him, for him to care about her and be concerned for her… She truly wanted, amidst fear and anticipation, to blush and give herself, as a girl’s first, to the one she loved…
This was her only obsession after taking revenge on Lancaster, her only desired future.
That was why Casslight said she was rejecting her own power of flame.
“But, if they didn’t exist… if Igter, Little Fei, and all these people who care about you and love you didn’t exist, what would be the meaning of being a girl?”
Even if it meant losing herself. Perhaps, they would become strangers in her eyes…
She made no further choice. Flames ignited from the depths of her blood.
Her tears were dried by the flames as a captivating smile bloomed on her jade cheeks. She quietly raised her eyes, allowing the familiar, yet slightly strange, divine power to surge into her hand.
The crimson flame slashed, a momentary exquisite bloom, dyeing the vast sky.
Her delicate lotus steps gently descended. Where the flame goddess appeared, ice and snow melted into spring.
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Igter strained, using his sword to block the ice deity.
The divine might seemed endless. In just over ten minutes, he had sustained an incalculable number of fatal injuries. Even the power of death from Anderdun was almost entirely frozen.
If not for Casslight, who arrived with the frost, he would have likely fallen already.
Even so, Igter, including Ophi and the others, were merely holding on by a thread.
“Miss Casslight…”
Igter looked at the silver-haired witch blocking the frost. Her face was pale, and blood, stained by the frost laws, dripped from the corner of her mouth.
Although Casslight was half of the ice god, she had no power of her own. Facing the true descending god of frost, her situation was even worse than Igter’s.
“But, at least, Veer—”
Igter tightened his grip on his long sword, a flicker of determination in his eyes.
To ensure his girl… remained safe, this was his only obsession. Even if it cost him his life.