I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 732

chapter 188 Embracing with a Burning Pain
Igett forgot how long he had been chasing.
The demonic power of death seemed to have been scorched by the sword edge of flames, and even Anderduin, after a scream, did not know if he was dead. However, relying on the power of flames flowing in his body, which was infused from the sword of blazing fire, Igett could barely keep up with the young girl’s figure.
Flowing within his body was the divine power of the Flame Goddess. It was like a bright lamp, possessing endless light and heat, constantly integrating into Igett’s flesh and blood.
The black-haired young man raised his head.
It seemed to be late at night, and the tranquil night sky spread out like a painting across the entire world. The brilliant blazing flames had gradually dissipated, and the high-hanging frost moon once again cast its cold brilliance.
There were no pale ice crystals that seemed to strip all the temperature from the world when the God of Frost descended. Pure white snow, soft and pure, quietly covered the night, and the thin moonlight vaguely revealed the girl’s delicate and seemingly hurried lotus-like footprints before his eyes.
But it only made Igett’s heart ache.
“Veer…”
He dared not even think of it, that girl, who was more gorgeous than anything in the world, who should have been carefree and beautiful in her pride, was covering her small face, like a fleeing fawn, full of fear and timidity.
He dared not think of the appearance of those cute yet exquisite golden eyes filled with tears.
Young Lady, that girl, who should have dimmed everything in the world, should not be like this.
Igett suddenly stopped.
This was a jungle, and even though they were sparse, the slender trees and plants stubbornly sprouted branches amidst the frost.
Dappled moonlight refracted subtle brilliance between the branches covered by thin ice crystals, as if they were fireflies in the quiet forest, and some clear, icy water flowed quietly in the stream.
It was peaceful and beautiful, and the thin moonlight fell like an elf’s dream. Such an atmosphere only made people feel distressed, but there was no outlet for it.
However, Igett’s gaze was captured.
“Young Lady…”
He didn’t know what kind of tone it was, surprise, or sadness?
The girl appeared in his sight.
The tranquil stream and the branches under the frost moon intermingled, and the slender, thin figure of the girl knelt in the pure white snow.
She seemed to have been there for a long time. Previously, between her fingers, like silk, soft and delicate golden threads quietly clung to the girl’s slender, thin shoulders. The pristine white snow, thread by thread, stained her hair, but it only set off her thinness and helplessness even more.
Even though the frost could not touch her body.
An irrepressible sadness surged forth, like a lump, blocking his throat. His eyes wished they could shed tears immediately, but Igett forcefully held his head up.
It was still the same as before, when she swung her sword to extinguish the frost in the sky, that ordinary yet dazzling girl, with her well-proportioned and elegant, flawless delicate body, wearing a crimson evening gown woven with the divine power of flames, magnificent like dazzling fire.
The hem of the red dress fell onto the white snow with her movements, like blooming roses and red lotuses, brilliant and beautiful.
But, can beautiful flowers always escape the moment of wilting?
A line of tears fell from his eyes. Igett wanted to walk towards her, but stumbled, “Veer…”
As if hearing his voice, the golden-haired girl turned her face. It was a familiar, beautiful face, veiled by the thin moonlit veil, making her even more gorgeous like a work of art, unwilling to let her be defiled in any way.
“What’s wrong?”
The nightingales sang with a beautiful melody like jade. The girl’s voice was still clear and pleasant. She seemed to be fine, with even more gentleness and captivating exquisiteness.
Her clear golden eyes gazed at him, and her slender, delicate long eyelashes blinked gently. In her autumn-water-like clear big eyes, there was a bit more of the girl’s usual lightness and cuteness.
Igett saw the girl gently raise her cheek, her youthful lips moved, and she gave a sweet, soft smile.
“Igett, why the long face… You, Little Fei, and everyone else are fine.”
She deliberately put on a cheerful and bright voice. Igett seemed to see her tilting her head slightly, as if wondering, and questioned him with a delicate cry. The girl’s exquisite and delicate face, with her bright golden eyes, showed a curious and confused expression for a brief moment.
This silly girl… Even now, she’s pretending to be strong, not wanting to make people sad?
His heart felt as if it was being twisted by knives.
He had already come to her side.
Although her magnificent red dress was gorgeous and striking, the girl beside him was still petite. She had to raise her head to reach his shoulder, like a little princess of noble birth, her delicate face painted and adorned with a beautiful and magnificent evening gown, pretending to be mature as she ran off to a dance party.
Igett wanted to embrace her. But suddenly, his palm felt a sharp pain, as if the girl’s body still retained fire, burning him.
“I’m sorry, I hurt you again…”
Before him, the girl slowly lowered her face. Her exquisite small face, still with a slight smile, was veiled with a wisp of dimness.
She seemed to have distanced herself half a step.
“No, Veer…”
Verafia gently raised her face. Her gaze made Igett’s movement pause.
Her golden eyes were fixed on his chest. The young man’s chest was not particularly strong. A bright sword mark, cut straight through, with scorching crimson and some swirling golden flames lingering on the sword mark of the wound.
The flames belonging to the deities, even with the authority to incinerate everything, were absorbed, yet they still easily tore through the flesh and blood, destroying the recovering vitality that was trying to heal.
Verafia’s golden pupils trembled slightly, and her slender fingertips wanted to reach out and caress her long, delicate eyelashes, which were hidden above her golden eyes, “I’m sorry… for swinging that sword at you. It must hurt, right?”
The girl’s voice was heartbreaking.
But what made Igett more heartbroken was that her fingertips were suspended above the wound, not truly touching it.
She was afraid of touching him…
Before him was still the beautiful, slender girl, her golden hair like silk, her skin like ice and bones, like a delicate girl who wanted to be held in someone’s arms.
But it was no longer just the girl’s soft and tender skin. The heat and warmth of the flames were integrating into her body, just like surging divine power. Even though she was still his girl, she was no longer confined to her former flesh and blood body.
The laws of blazing fire were reweaving and shaping her body. Even her delicate skin contained the high temperature and rules of the blazing flames.
Even she herself could not control it.
So, was that why the girl, at that moment, avoided touching him?
Tears slid from his eyes. The heartache in his heart could no longer be suppressed, and Igett forcefully embraced her.
The burning pain of the flames, along with the girl’s familiar touch and aura, came over him. But Igett had never felt so at ease.
“I’m sorry…”
His mumbled voice sounded like a sob.