Miss Verafia nodded.
She originally thought Bertenan would directly annihilate them and was wondering why he didn’t leave anyone alive. However, after hearing Bertenan’s explanation, she noticed that the fatal wounds on the bodies torn to shreds were not initially caused by the life magic of the elf elders.
The corpses being taken away by the elf guards were not night elves, but members of the wood elves, like the old man beside them. Perhaps, it was the traitors within the elf race who provided them to the night elves to act as their informants.
“But perhaps they are not true wood elves, but rather, through their bodies… controlled by the spirits of the night elves.”
Raising her golden eyes, Miss Verafia said softly in a delicate voice.
“Miss Verafia, what you said is correct.”
Bertenan’s face showed pain. He closed his eyes slightly. “These children were all from the Holy Spring Town. I watched them grow up. Now, they have been turned into empty shells, occupied by the souls of those degenerates.”
Verafia had heard of killing a person’s soul and possessing their body through soul-snatching. However, such a thing was extremely rare in the history of warfare.
Such a spell required extremely high attainment from the caster, not only in magic but also in the demand for souls, which even star mages might not be able to accomplish. Moreover, the bodies they could possess could definitely not be those with strong souls or with rune magic protection.
A star mage, placing himself in an extremely dangerous situation, could only obtain an identity as an ordinary commoner or a lower-level official who could never be involved in core affairs. Considering the return on investment, which empire could afford such a cost throughout history?
However, for the night elves…
“Could it be due to the authority of the Dark Moon Goddess?”
Verafia speculated in her heart.
Bertenan had just said that even he could not avoid the annihilation of those elves hidden among them, and had never even succeeded once… For a legendary powerhouse to be like this, it could only be the authority of a deity above that.
The girl quietly raised her golden eyes. On Bertenan’s face beside her, there was only pain and regret.
Perhaps, as a wood elf elder, he had also come into contact with the Silver Moon Goddess Elucia, and thus, was not surprised by the power the Dark Moon Goddess possessed.
When Verafia first hatched, she was watered with life and moonlight spring water, and her young body still retained traces of moonlight.
However, Verafia had not seen the incarnation of the Dark Moon Goddess. According to Ig’s description, in her mind, it only outlined a slender figure bathed in hazy moonlight under silver hair.
Tugging at her soft skirt hem with her fingertips, Verafia shook her head. These were just her own guesses without much basis.
In this short period, the corpses and blood remaining on the ground were quickly cleaned up by the elf guards.
The scepter gently touched the ground, and the old elf opened his eyes, looking at Ig and asking, “Ig, may I ask you a question, how did you discover these elves?”
“Lord Bertenan, I vaguely detected a trace of magic in their bodies that was inconsistent with the wood elf tribe.”
Ig said. Through his True Sight Eye, he saw a trace of magic resembling the abyss remaining in the bodies of those elves. Just now, he was hesitating whether he should tell Bertenan.
“Is that so?”
A hint of disappointment appeared on Bertenan’s face. He clearly hoped it was some unique spell that ordinary elf mages could also cast to identify the informants hidden among the elves.
Shaking his head slightly, the old elf looked at the young man and praised, “However, even I could not fully identify these possessed elves. Such talent is truly rare.”
Ig did not immediately respond.
If it weren’t for the fact that he had just witnessed the descent of the abyss by Hordya not long ago, with only his True Sight Eye, Ig might have overlooked it with a moment’s carelessness.
“But, no matter what, that ‘traitor’…”
Bertenan’s gaze suddenly flickered. He paused and turned his head, looking at the girl beside him with a smiling face. “By the way, I wonder if the Prime Minister’s envoy has come to disturb Miss Verafia in the past few days?”
“That guy? Hmm, he invited me to Enoshir, but this young lady refused.”
With a delicate snow-white face raised, Verafia’s moon-like golden eyes shimmered with a watery luster, and her silvery, youthful voice said cheerfully.
The elf Prime Minister Kaino Pore, as the leader of the golden elves, undoubtedly expressed his goodwill to her.
However, Verafia still needed the life force from the Holy Spring. Naturally, she couldn’t use her young body to go to the elf royal city “Enoshir” and get involved in the chaotic and dangerous affairs between the golden elves and the queen.
But Bertenan suddenly mentioned this Prime Minister to her… Did he suspect this lord of being a traitor who defected to the night elves?
“Heh, of course, it’s not to that extent. During the time of the previous king, Lord Kaino Pore served as the prime minister, diligently assisting His Majesty the Elf King. And thirty years ago, if it weren’t for him, even though Sylvia had the merit of awakening the sacred tree and saving the Sky City, she would have been opposed by the golden elves and would definitely not have become the new Elf King.”
Seeing the girl’s gaze, Bertenan waved his hand with a smile, his turbid eyes looking at the girl. “Regarding loyalty and faith to our goddess, no elf can question Lord Kaino Pore. It’s just that over the years, the Prime Minister and I have had some estrangement.”
“If Miss Verafia had gone to the Sky City, perhaps it could have eased such tense relations.”
“Hmm, is that so… I will try.”
Verafia lowered her little head, gently clenching her little fists, and nodded obediently.
Of course, that’s what she said. Verafia didn’t completely believe Bertenan’s words. After all, Bertenan couldn’t say to her face that he suspected Kaino Pore, who was the Prime Minister.
Perhaps, the current Elf Prime Minister, the Grand Elder of the wood elves, would be the primary suspect in his heart.
“However, that Sylvia…”
Raising her golden eyes, Verafia softly murmured again.
This was the name of the current Elf Queen. Verafia had heard many scattered pieces about her.
Before the advent of the Black Moon Tide, Sylvia was just an ordinary wood elf girl.
However, when the Black Tide arrived, and the Elf King had to sacrifice himself to seal the tide, and the entire Enoshir fell into chaos and the “Sky City” was on the verge of collapse, it was this girl who stepped forward and saved the elf royal city.
It was said that this elf girl also had a spirit bird with phoenix blood… Well, now, from Bertenan’s mouth, Verafia also learned that she had awakened the sacred tree.
In her beautiful golden eyes, Verafia’s slender eyelashes blinked lightly.
She had always been quite interested in the current Elf Queen Sylvia.
I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 829
Posted by ? Views, Released on August 23, 2025
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I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess?!
身为勇者的我竟然成了凤凰大小姐
From the travel diaries of a Phoenix Princess reborn from the inferno, chronicling her life on the road with a supposedly “useless” young hero…
On their journey, their fellowship continues to grow: a Dragon Princess of silver frost, a young Vampire Princess with eyes of blood-crimson, the Saintess of Radiant Holy Light, the noble Princess of the White Iris…
“Hmm?” Verafia paused, tilting her head as she gracefully twirled a soft strand of her fiery hair around a finger. A hint of suspicion flickered in her beautiful eyes. “Ignet, why does this sound suspiciously like you’re assembling a harem?”
“My lady, there is a saying: ‘The fish is what I desire, and the bear’s paw is also what I desire.’ A wise man knows that if he can have them both, his home will be harmonious and all his affairs will prosper,” he began, puffing out his chest with the air of a profound philosopher. “Is that not a truly beautiful thing? A… a paragon of peaceful coexistence?”
He faltered under her smoldering gaze.
“…Ahhh! It was a joke! I’m sorry, Milady, please don’t burn me! I swear my only desire is you!”