I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 964

chapter 10 Serenity
When speaking of Moon, her former companion, Verafia’s gold eyes slightly lifted, a trace of cheerfulness coloring them as she tilted the corner of her mouth smugly.
Of course, knowing that the fallen holy angel, Sariel, had already defected to Moon, she was merely joking.
In her eyes, the Pope, the spokesperson for light, Moon’s sacred light was no cleaner than Sariel, the “fallen light.” Rather, as fellow traitors, one defiled and the other soiled, they complemented each other.
“Even though this fallen angel was once immortal, it’s undeniable that his church’s rapid growth in just one year would be impossible without the indulgence, or even covert assistance, of the Sacred Light Church. If that’s the case, what does Pope Moon want from them?” Ig suddenly said.
Verafia nodded her little head, turning to look at Andes inquisitively, “Andes, do you know what Moon’s true intentions are?”
“This… Goddess Princess, I apologize. I haven’t truly had access to Moon’s plans.”
Andes hesitated slightly upon hearing the girl’s question, then shook his head. “However, when I was the Sword of Dawn, I had a vague feeling that Moon’s intentions were far beyond mere authority and sacred light.”
“Brother Andes mentioned that Pope Moon has projected the Holy Light Kingdom onto the world. If so, yet he secretly instructed a Demon Race monarch to establish a heretical church and sow plague. Is it to borrow the power of life through this Corrupted Winged Church for his holy kingdom?” Princess Misella raised her head and offered her guess.
The young girl’s voice caused everyone present to nod.
Using plague to take the lives of countless beings and steal their souls was not uncommon in history. The most notorious was a legendary powerhouse known as the “Lich” hundreds of years ago, whose Black Death almost claimed tens of millions of lives in the single country of Tyrolathea. Such a vast number of souls almost allowed him to truly step into the realm of deities, until the Church and the Empire besieged him, countless Sacred Domain experts perished, and even legends fell, paying a heavy price before that terrifying disaster was finally ended.
“But, An’an remembers, Sariel’s position was not plague, nor did he ever take power from life…” An Lijie, holding her pure white apron with her tender little hands, raised her little face and offered a different opinion.
“It doesn’t necessarily have to be life and souls. Perhaps what Moon wants is something that comes after life. For example, fear and despair.” Verafia gently pinched a trace of divine power of life, shook her head, and gathered emerald radiance, wiping away the extracted plague blood. She shook her snow-white legs, pondered for a moment, then suddenly jumped off the carriage, raising her little face to look at Andes in front of her: “Andes, and Misella, have you discovered where the Corrupted Winged Church is located?”
Seeing the girl’s gorgeous gold eyes, Andes pondered for a moment and said, “No, but at least more than one lord secretly believes in this evil church. It wouldn’t be difficult to know their exact location from them. Goddess Princess, your intention…”
Being gazed at by Andes’ deep blue eyes, Verafia nodded without concealment: “After all, Sariel is a Demon Race monarch and a traitor to the light, but he came to the Empire to establish his church.”
“Regardless of whether Moon intended it, it’s certain that there’s an inseparable connection with the Sacred Light Church. Before heading to the Holy City, I want to meet him first.”
Andes frowned slightly, then relaxed, and nodded. Having once again set foot on Imperial land, his heart couldn’t contain his worry for Princess Siya. However, as the former “Holy Son of Light,” he naturally knew that even if Verafia was the goddess of life, going to the Holy Light City rashly would not be a wise move.
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Andes did not stay long by the goddess’s side. After bowing in farewell, his figure re-merged into the approaching night. He still possessed the Sword of Dawn. His greatest wish upon returning to the Empire, besides rescuing the imprisoned Princess Siya, was to correct the Sacred Light Church, which had been distorted by Moon. Since returning to Imperial lands, as a Sacred Domain expert, he had not rested even a little.
As for Verafia, she did not, as she had in the past, hum softly by the campfire after dinner and read her favorite little stories, nor did she sit by the stream with the two young girls, Ophi and Misella, whispering and chatting. Instead, she sat alone, diligently preparing the antidote for the plague. The plague sweeping through this village was sown by Sariel. He was the highest-ranked Demon Race monarch and the former holy angel, his existence spanning across ancient times. Though the plague did not contain much demonic power, for her as the goddess of life, it was not an easy task. After all, she couldn’t use divine power to save everyone infected by the plague. The best method was naturally to analyze and concoct a demonic potion that could disintegrate the plague.
It wasn’t until late into the night, with flickering firelight shattering the girl’s delicate shadow, that Verafia stretched lazily. A contented sigh escaped her tender lips, and her gold eyes, reflecting the faint night glow, were more gorgeous than any gem, revealing a look of satisfaction.
Soft moonlight, like silk, serenely spilled onto the forest floor. A few wisps of cool night wind stirred the moonlight, like strands of thin gauze, gently enshrouding the girl’s delicate body.
“Veer, has the plague antidote been prepared?” Ig, who had been accompanying her, noticed the satisfied smile that slightly emerged on the girl’s fair, snow-white face as the faint moonlight touched it, and couldn’t help but smile too.
“Not quite,” Verafia proudly lifted her little face.
With a gentle clench of her slender hand in mid-air, emerald light flashed and rapidly condensed. A transparent small bottle appeared before the girl. Then, with a slight movement of her will, she poured the prepared potion into it, simultaneously writing a line of elegant small script on the bottle as the recipe for the potion.
She turned her little head and saw Ig beside her, the corners of her mouth curving up slightly. She tossed the potion into his hand, clapped her little hands, and stood up.
“Alright. This young lady’s work is done. Um… as the Goddess Princess’s knight, the rest is up to you, Ig.”
After saying that, without regard for Ig’s helpless expression, Verafia winked playfully. The subsequent tasks, of course, were to continue preparing the antidote and distributing the potion to the villagers. However, such mundane matters, how could they trouble the Goddess anymore? Well, she still had to copy the potion recipe and then entrust someone to spread it to other villages… Such things, anyway, could all be left to Ig! The Goddess Princess curled her lips, thinking as a matter of course.
She rubbed her sore little backside, and after standing up, lifted her little face lightly, waved to Ig, and was the first to slip into the carriage.