I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 881

Chapter 121 City of the Sky, Aynoral (Part 2)
After a good while, Verafia finally stopped her laughter, slightly raised her head, and as she expected, Iggy had his head buried in embarrassment, wishing a crack would appear on his chest to swallow his head into.
Of course, Verafia didn’t worry about her previous words backfiring. Verafia knew that although this guy was promiscuous, he wasn’t a Casanova who would try to get into bed with every pretty girl he saw.
As for Iggy? Let alone lust, this guy didn’t even have lustful thoughts.
As for whether her words would anger Seraphilis?
Verafia slightly turned her head. The Wood Elf was still gentle and smiling, looking at her as if she hadn’t noticed anything.
Well, Verafia knew that Seraphilis was actually a spirit who didn’t hold grudges, so she wouldn’t mind such a joke… Besides, she didn’t know, did she?
The golden-haired girl blinked her long lashes lightly.
Seraphilis, sitting on the other side, witnessed the proud expression on the girl’s delicate face and smiled gently, saying softly, “Iggy is indeed a good young man. However, he is not someone who would make me fall for him… So, Veer, you don’t have to worry about me stealing your man.”
Verafia, who was just proudly giggling like a silver bell, choked. What was going on? Didn’t she say Seraphilis hadn’t noticed?
She immediately raised her head, feeling a little ashamed and angry, pouting her lips and saying, “Hmph, Iggy is of course this young lady’s… Even if Seraphilis wanted him, this young lady wouldn’t want him.”
Wait, these words didn’t sound right… It sounded like Iggy really had a private affair with her, and this young lady was acting tsundere after failing to “sell” him?
Her golden eyes slightly raised. Just by looking at Ophelia, who was covering her red lips and trying not to laugh, Verafia knew her guess was indeed correct.
“Veer.”
Iggy gently called out her name, holding her slender jade wrist tightly.
Still in extreme shame and anger, Verafia glared at this guy who had made her lose face with her golden eyes. Still not satisfied, she pinched him with her slender, onion-like fingers, then raised her fair, snow-white face and casually looked at the Wood Elf, feigning curiosity:
“By the way, Seraphilis… I still don’t know, what kind of elf was Queen Sylvia, who rescued you from the World Tree?”
Well, for Verafia, the best way to avoid embarrassment was naturally to change the subject, and it was best to use a topic that the other party cared about.
Seraphilis’s emerald pupils rippled slightly, as if she hadn’t expected the girl to suddenly ask such a question. She frowned slightly and thought carefully:
“Her Majesty the Queen… I can’t describe her if you ask me, Vera. Actually, when you get to Sky City and meet her, you’ll know.”
“Tsk, is Seraphilis being coy?”
Seraphilis was unmoved by the girl’s words, only showing a slight curve at the corner of her mouth: “Sky City is almost here.”
Verafia also raised her head, her slender, pinkish-white fingers slightly brushing away the soft golden hair stirred by the wind. Her raised golden eyes followed Seraphilis’s gaze.
The spirit bird Fuya carried them high in the sky thousands of meters above. The sacred tree still pierced through the clouds, as if reaching the apex of the heavens. At the junction of its branches, the Elf Royal City was located, which was the “City of the Sky” Aynoral.
Verafia remembered that when she was pretending to be an ignorant little phoenix, Iggy, to coax her, boasted about Pecan’s royal city, “Iris City,” saying it was a great city comparable to the Eternal City and the City of the Sky.
In fact, she had not only lived in Iris City but had also visited Sky City, so she naturally knew what a magnificent city Sky City “Aynoral” was.
Just the fact that it was built thousands of meters in the sky and inhabited by over a hundred thousand elves was something that could not be achieved by human power alone.
As the Elf Royal City, Sky City was renowned throughout the continent, not only for its economic and political status but also for embodying the glory of the Elf Empire in its heyday. Its architectural style, which could be called a miracle, was also considered a treasure of art.
“However, the current Sky City…”
Verafia mused. Sky City was built on the sacred tree, but as the Elf Royal City, the Gold Elves had more influence.
However, the current Elf Queen was a Wood Elf.
Verafia hesitated whether to voice her doubts to Seraphilis.
Iggy also looked up at the city in the sky. In the sky, Elf knights were roaming.
They not only possessed powerful magic and wore incredibly gorgeous armor, but the mounts they rode were more splendid than the Gryphon Knights of before, with long, vibrant feathers like burning flames. Similarly, their noble bloodline endowed them with great magical power.
“They are the Phoenix Feather Knights, appointed only by the Elf King. Of course, they are not true phoenixes, but rather birds with a very thin phoenix bloodline.”
Sensing Iggy’s confusion, Seraphilis quietly explained, “Of course, phoenixes have a special status among elves. These knights are more like honorary positions than professional soldiers. They represent the Elf King’s etiquette, and in the past, only Gold Elves could hold such positions.”
Iggy nodded and said, “However, their magic levels are not low; each of them has at least the strength of a Star, so the Queen sent them to patrol the Royal City?”
“Yes, after all, at such a critical juncture, etiquette would naturally be the first thing to be discarded.”
Seraphilis said, and a hint of doubt arose in her: “However, there are many Gold Elves among these Phoenix Feather Knights, but they undoubtedly all obey the Queen’s orders.”
“Why did Sylvia send them all out?”
Verafia’s golden eyes trembled slightly.
The situation inside Sky City remained unknown, just as she had been guessing. Hearing Seraphilis’s words, she knew that this legendary elf singer also had concerns about the interior of Sky City.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t be confused about why the Elf Queen sent out the knights loyal to her from the Royal City.
After a moment of hesitation, Verafia raised her small face and finally said, “Seraphilis, actually, I’ve always wanted to ask. In Sky City, the Prime Minister of Gold Elves, Lord Kenoparl, and those Gold Elves, and their relationship with the Elf Queen…”
Her voice paused slightly, and her golden eyes looked up at Seraphilis. Although she hadn’t finished speaking, Verafia knew that Seraphilis must understand what she wanted to say.