I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 763

Chapter 2 The Dwarf King’s Confession
As one of the strong people in legends, being gazed upon by the Dwarf King, one could feel considerable pressure without seeing it directly.
However, this was not a difficult problem to explain.
Igit replied, “Yes. Just as you’ve perceived, the Deathwing, one of the demon kings, has his soul residing within me. However, he has signed a master-servant contract with me… A month ago, it was also him who lent me his power to block that swordsman from Haclandon.”
In the dwarf kingdom, Igit had used the strength of Anderdun multiple times, especially when facing the swordsman “Aneti” from the magical sacred domain of Haclandon, he unleashed Death Magic without holding back.
At that time, the Dwarf King was still in slumber, but what was witnessed by the entire city was clearly not difficult to ascertain, so Igit proactively confessed.
“So that’s how it is. Wait… you’re talking about that Deathwing, that old brat Anderdun?”
His thick palm suddenly slammed onto the dwarf throne, and with immense force, it shook the palace. Several cracks spread from the already somewhat damaged walls, almost causing Igit to lose his footing.
After receiving Igit’s affirmative reply, King Mud Gode’s eyes widened, his face showing a look of satisfaction, and then he burst into laughter:
“That old brat, a hundred years ago, chased us to the brink of ruin with his army… Hmph, at that time, I wanted to smash that old demon’s wings with my hammer, but I was killed by Lancaster with a sword. I have to say, this King has regretted it for who knows how long.”
“Of course, now that old demon has been subdued by you, so it can be considered his just deserts!”
Knowing that his long-held rival had met his end, King Mud Gode stroked his curly beard, feeling exceptionally elated, and even his gaze towards Igit gained a bit more appreciation.
Regarding Anderdun’s past, Igit, who had experienced the Abyss of Silence and had Verafia by his side, knew many inside stories, so it was not difficult to understand the Dwarf King’s expression of schadenfreude.
It was just a pity that due to battle consumption and injuries, Anderdun had been in a deep slumber.
Otherwise, Igit truly wanted to drag him out and, with the Dwarf King’s power, properly awe Anderdun, who clearly harbored ulterior motives.
The Dwarf King’s eyes were filled with admiration, and he praised again, “Even with his power, to be able to block Aneti, Igit, you are quite capable. In the future, you are fully qualified to inherit the reputation of Lotte and the End!”
“You also know Aneti?”
The Dwarf King also specifically mentioned the swordsman’s name. Igit couldn’t help but recall the scene of his battle with him.
From the other party’s self-introduction, he was the chief among the swordsmen under the Magic King Fatter.
Although it was only the power of a Saint Rank, the dark red flames entwined on Aneti’s sword edge, and the cold, indifferent gaze, a power that even True Sight Eye could not comprehend, provided Igit with a sense of threat comparable to the dark swordsman Alcorea whom he had met on the Aer Continent.
Igit, who, by borrowing Anderdun’s power, was fully comparable to a half-step legend, had only managed to barely repel him. And it was precisely because of this that Anderdun had been in a coma within the Death Divine Spark for over a month.
However, this swordsman was able to return to the royal palace to attempt to assassinate the Dwarf King after only a month, which suggests that he had not even sustained serious injuries back then.
Igit raised his head, “Your Majesty, do you happen to know if Aneti is still around?”
“Hahaha…”
King Mud Gode’s smile visibly froze for a moment, but he pretended to be nonchalant and raised his head:
“Haha, after all, I have only just awakened from the ambush. And this Aneti is indeed a renowned swordsman under Fatter. Even after being hit by my Thunder Hammer, he was able to escape. Such power, in this era, is certainly not ranked outside the top ten!”
Ophi, sitting beside him, and the Wood Elf Girl exchanged glances, both seeing doubt in each other’s eyes.
The gazes of the young girls made the Dwarf King feel a bit embarrassed. He coughed dryly, then puffed out his beard and showed anger, punching the stone throne:
“Hmph! Fatter, that half-dead scoundrel, made himself like a dead man, and he actually dared to ambush this great me. Is he not afraid that I will dig up his coffin and go find him personally to settle the score?”
“By the way, when Lotte was leading us to search for the Sacred Sword, it was a traitor’s tip-off that led us to be surrounded by Anderdun’s army, and we almost died there. I always said I would smash his head… Now, it seems that traitor is most likely that old bastard Fatter!”
King Mud Gode was originally just making excuses, but his voice grew more and more suppressed with anger as he spoke. The Dwarf King’s eyes widened, his teeth almost grinding, and he spoke resentfully.
“Your Majesty…”
“Igit, since you are Lotte’s successor, you are also his disciple. You don’t need to use such common titles for me.”
The Dwarf King said, raising his head.
Igit hesitated for a moment and then nodded.
“Senior Mud, before Fatter’s assassination attempt on you, were you preparing to go to the Elf’s Kingdom?”
“That is indeed the case.”
The Dwarf King pondered for a moment and then raised his burning eyes:
“At that time, Serathis sent me a letter. Approximately, the Elf Queen invited me to the Sky City on the Sacred Tree. She didn’t say what happened, but I could clearly feel the urgency. Perhaps they intended to inform me in person.”
“Serathis the ‘Emerald Singer’, was also one of the heroes who fought the Demon King a hundred years ago. The half-elf girl with the surname ‘Qiongge’ whom Igit met several years ago is her descendant.”
Igit’s eyebrows couldn’t help but furrow.
From the content of Mud’s words, it was highly likely that the assassination attempt by the magical sacred domain “Haclandon” on him was to prevent this hero who had once fought the Demon King from coming to the Elf’s Secret Realm.
As for their purpose…
“Senior Mud, what exactly happened to the elves back then?”
“You should know that the elves’ predicament of being sealed was a spreading disaster… Many people speculate that it was a desperate measure by the Sky City of the Sacred Tree to resist the fallen elves.”
“But for an Elf King to cast a seal at the cost of his own life, the true reason was to prevent the erosion of the dark moon.”
The erosion of the dark moon… For the story of the elves, although mostly fragmented, it has never deviated from the simple description of the ‘Black Moon Tide’.
Igit’s gaze shifted slightly. The Wood Elf Girl Ain, her emerald green eyes vaguely filled with confusion.
And the Silver Moon Elf, who had been quiet and even somewhat silent all the way from the Aer Continent, now slightly lowered her silver pupils.
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In fact, there should have been a transitional plot in the Dwarf Kingdom. However, if it were to be written, it would probably not end in less than tens of chapters, so it was just glossed over.
Perhaps the plot of the Elf Volume will officially begin in the next chapter (Veer will not be offline for too long and will be back online soon).