I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 837

Irene’s body gently paused, her silver pupils gazing at the girl, as if contemplating what kind of question Miss Verafia might have for her.
Verafia brought over a finely carved chair, climbed onto it, and sat opposite the Silver Moon Elf. Her large golden eyes looked at the beautiful face amidst her silver-white hair and said, “I just wanted to know, what is the relationship between Irene and the current High Priest of the Dark Moon Elves?”
A flicker of surprise flashed in Irene’s pupils.
Irene’s delicate and slender fingers gently grasped the fine silk ribbon at the hem of her skirt. As if stirred by emotions, her exquisite cheeks unconsciously lifted. Seeing the girl’s gaze fixed on her, she couldn’t help but let out a slightly bitter smile, “Miss Verafia, why do you say that?”
The golden-haired girl shook her slender legs nonchalantly. Since Irene did not deny it, it proved her guess was more or less correct.
In fact, such a thing was not difficult to guess. After all, it was Irene herself who said her family was “Morning Moon,” the surname of the Dark Moon High Priest, Zergeria…Moreover, when Beltnan first saw her upon arriving in Holy Spring Town, he didn’t just act like he knew her; instead, he showed surprise.
Verafia did not believe that a Silver Moon Elf who was cared about by the Great Elder of the Wood Elves would only be a fringe member of the Morning Moon clan.
Of course, there were other possibilities. Due to other special reasons, or Irene might have had dealings with Beltnan before, but the probability of such a scenario was undoubtedly much smaller, almost negligible.
Irene was silent for a moment, then lightly relaxed her gripping fingertips. She raised her face and suddenly broke into a gentle smile, her silver pupils lowering slightly.
“Actually, I never intended to hide it from you, Miss Verafia… You are correct. In fact, in the past, my name was Aizelía. Zergeria, the High Priest of the Goddess, he is my father.”
“Aizelía?”
Verafia’s golden eyes rippled slightly as she softly uttered the name.
The fact that Irene was Zergeria’s daughter, hearing it spoken by the Silver Moon Elf herself, was slightly surprising, but it was also something Verafia and Ig had discussed together.
Verafia had initially felt there was no need to force the Silver Moon Elf to reveal her identity, so she hadn’t planned to press further… However, now, she needed to ask some urgent questions to the elf girl who was the daughter of the Dark Moon High Priest.
“Aizelía fled the Elven homeland because of the Black Moon Tide, and chose to become Shiel’s maidservant?”
Verafia’s gaze fell upon her as she seriously sized her up.
Irene, as the daughter of the Silver Moon High Priest and the young lady of an ancient Silver Moon family, should logically be a noble and elegant young lady. However, Verafia saw little trace of that; instead, she appeared more gentle and melancholic.
“Miss Verafia, please continue to call me Irene… Aizelía was a name from the past.”
The Silver Moon Elf lightly shook her head, the trace of remembrance in her silver pupils vanishing. She raised her face, revealing a subtle smile. “As for being by Shiel’s side, perhaps in your eyes, Miss Verafia, it was my escape, but at least at that time, it was something I did willingly.”
“Mmm… but Irene chose to return with Ig.”
Verafia raised her eyes. “Is it because of the Silver Moon Goddess?”
“Yes, just as you said.”
Irene nodded. “I was a maidservant to the Goddess, yet I fled to a continent far away in the ice ocean. Miss Verafia and Ig appearing before me, perhaps, this is the enlightenment from the Goddess.”
“Princess Alucia should not be blasphemed by my father… I hope Princess Alucia can forgive my escape.”
The Silver Moon Elf said, a determined look gradually emerging in her brilliant silver eyes.
Verafia nodded. “Mmm, since Irene, you are the High Priest’s daughter, you are probably also the Saintess of the Silver Moon Temple, right? Have you come here to seek help from the Wood Elves?”
“When I was young, I accompanied my father to meet the Goddess of Life. Elder Beltnan knows me… He promised me that when Lady Siloselis awakens, she will surely help the Goddess escape the erosion.”
Irene said, then chuckled softly. “However, you are mistaken about one thing, Miss Verafia. Actually, back in the Silver Moon Temple, I was only a candidate Saintess. The true Saintess is someone else?”
“The Silver Moon Saintess is someone else?”
“Yes. The true Saintess is my sister, Shiel.” After a brief pause, Irene said softly. Although her tone was gentle, the lingering sadness was undeniable.
“I see…”
Verafia’s youthful lips parted slightly, her small hand resting on her cheek, her golden eyes looking up slightly. “By the way, I heard Irene say that Zergeria betrayed the Silver Moon Goddess, and the current Moon Goddess is not Goddess Alucia.”
“You are correct.”
Irene lowered her cheek. “Back then, my father and others imprisoned the Goddess, stole her moonlight, and corrupted her. The current Moon Goddess is another half of Princess Alucia.”
“…Perhaps Miss Verafia has already guessed, the one who carries the corrupted dark moon and is the current Dark Moon Goddess is my sister, Shiel.”
Verafia’s golden eyes trembled slightly.
In fact, for deities who could seize the authority of gods and split off another personality, something so utterly astounding, it wasn’t much for Verafia.
After all, not to mention the ice divine position in the snowfield occupied by the Ice God Holden, Castiel, and the remains of the Destruction Star God Disax, but just by herself, her relationship with the Flame God King Herafir was equally close.
This was precisely the question Verafia wanted to confirm with Irene.
However, the second statement Irene made…
“Irene says that your sister Shiel carries the divine power of the Dark Moon Goddess? But the Dark Moon Goddess is a newly born god. Although she sleeps in a haze, she has no past personality. Shiel is merely a vessel for the Dark Moon Goddess?”
Verafia had indeed considered such a possibility. Moreover, she had perceived Beltnan’s true intention, perhaps to make her the “Goddess of Life,” a vessel for the Goddess of Life.
Perhaps others did not know, but in Verafia’s past fragmented memories of the Flame Goddess, it was clear that the Silver Moon and Life, the two Elven goddesses, were actually twin deities.
Since Zergeria could betray Alucia and steal the deity’s moonlight to create a Dark Moon Goddess, why wouldn’t Beltnan, who was equally powerful, consider creating a new Goddess of Life?
Just as Verafia had thought earlier, the Goddess of Life that Beltnan needed was not necessarily Siloselis.
Perhaps he was devout and loyal in his faith… but when there was no other choice, for Beltnan, creating a new Goddess of Life to save the entire Elf Empire might have been the only option.
While Verafia was burying her face in thought, a light and cheerful voice suddenly sounded.
“Is Miss Irene here?”
A clear girlish voice, melodious and pleasant. The room door was only slightly ajar, not locked, so with a gentle push, Aisha’s face appeared in Verafia’s eyes.
“Oh, why is Miss Verafia here too?” Seeing the golden-haired girl sitting on the long chair, the Wood Elf girl showed a hint of surprise.