I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 1034

Chapter 81 Old Acquaintances
The vast dark fog seemed to fill the entire world. Hair, once as beautiful as the morning sun, was stained with corrupted blood, wetting an immaculate face. On the slender, delicate body, the close-fitting armor revealed traces of being shattered after countless magical blows.
The young girl gritted her silver teeth, and the forcibly activated demonic power reignited the gorgeous long sword, like a golden lily illuminating, a fleeting ray of light akin to a vast starry fire, once again lighting up the darkness for a moment.
The straight sword edge slashed down with the crushing force of the domain, burning the pitch-black cult robe again. The great enemy who had resisted the young girl for a long time finally perished before the instantaneously bright long sword.
Black blood splashed, as if her demonic power was completely drained. The golden-haired young girl’s face quickly turned pale. The domain that had surrounded her dissipated under the immense pressure. Her legs went weak, and she forcefully planted the long sword into the ground.
With a low groan, the young girl forced herself to raise her face, and scarlet blood slid from the corner of her mouth.
She had slain countless enemies, yet the darkness that had enveloped her since that day was endless. From the moment she reclaimed the sword in her hand until now, how many familiar comrades had fallen by her side.
Until, now…
The dizziness caused by her impending unconsciousness, blood loss, and exhaustion was tearing apart the darkness before her eyes. However, if there was ever a day when it could be torn apart…
The young girl actually showed a faint smile. The messy sound of footsteps disturbed her ears, along with the approaching dark aura. With countless enemies closing in, the hand supporting the sword hilt again gripped and pressed—at least, in her hand, there was still the power for a final blow.
“Aishi, be careful!” Suddenly, an urgent female voice reached her. She managed to raise her gaze, and a figure with ash-silver long hair appeared beside her, repelling the enemies in front of them and blocking the enemy’s attacks for her.
“It’s
Charle… why are you still here?”
The broken voice sounded with difficulty, but the silver-haired young girl beside her didn’t speak. She tightly pulled her wrist and retreated. The silver-white long sword swung again, and the starlight’s brilliance swirled, black blood splashing, yet more enemies surged like a tide.
“Frost, heed my call and transform into an eternal, frigid cage!” A high-pitched chant rang out. The ice element instantly froze into frost-white, bone-chilling cold that covered the earth. Endless ice chains ground the approaching enemies into pieces!
Her dulled perception slowly recovered after a brief respite. The shattered scene before her eyes gradually reappeared. The young girl slightly raised her face. Charle, supporting her arm, smiled, “Aishi, it’s Teacher Vicena!”
Vicena was not only a survivor of the demonic unrest of that year. Since the end of the Demon Race War, she had served as the chief Court Mage of Peka, holding a remarkably high position in the entire magical academic community.
Even after the “Sacred Sword King” Lancaster died in a conspiracy, the succeeding Queen Filirya still held her trust and treated her with considerable courtesy.
However, this Archmage, who had already advanced to legendary status, resolutely chose to leave the prosperous and luxurious royal court and join the rebel army, expressing her determination through terrifying spells.
The surging enemies retreated amidst screams. The young girl in the azure robe landed on the dark-stained ground. Her blue and white hair danced as she swung her staff, and a brilliant blue curtain of light stood firm. She turned her face, revealing a hint of reprimand as she looked at the knight being helped up by Charle:
“Elishia, fighting without regard for the cost is irresponsible behaviour towards yourself and those who follow you.”
“No, Teacher Vicena, I’m fine. Rather, you yourself…” The young girl, who was once the golden flower but now inherited the name of the knight’s sword, slightly tightened her grip on the sword, regaining strength by the second. She raised her face and looked at the mage, saying,
Vicena maintained her usual elegant posture, a faint smile on her lips, but Elishia could feel the deep exhaustion weighing on her.
“The mistakes of the past should be borne by old folks like me and Dawn, not by children like you…”
Vicena sighed, her gaze falling on the young girl’s raised face. She gently extended a finger, trying to touch the soiled blood: “If only your father knew what the Flower of our Kingdom looked like now, I wonder how sad your admirers from back then would be.”
“You jest.”
“Perhaps Ig would be sad too,” Charle chimed in from the side.
“Ig…”
Elishia’s golden pupils brightened for a moment, then she lightly smiled and shook her head, “I only hope he and Miss VeraFIA can live a peaceful and happy life. At least, may this darkness that defiles Peka not disturb them.”
But when her gaze fell upon the darkness shrouded outside the magic, scarlet light rays still struggled fiercely within the pitch black, intertwined with the sounds of fighting, screams, and curses, and even voices of unwillingness.
The young girl’s gaze grew dim again. She felt her strength slightly recover, broke free from Charle’s supporting hand, and gripped her sword tightly again.
“Teacher Vicena, you and Charle should take everyone and Miss Frarn and retreat first. I’ll hold them back. Please also inform Lady Shiel, Lord Grayriel, and the Public Welfare Alliance of our situation.”
The gloom that shrouded the kingdom was not born in a day. As early as the cruel civil war, some people had glimpsed the shadow of the Abyss.
However, for those nobles with high positions and great power, everything was regarded as a game and an exchange, even if what they saw was nothing more than self-deception… until the execution of Duke Mays, who served as the Prime Minister of the kingdom, completely lifted the veil of the current darkness.
After that world-shattering coup, the forces of the Abyss almost like a virus had encroached upon all the lands within the kingdom.
– But amidst the wave of feudal clergy surrendering to the throne shrouded in darkness, Shiel Lantistowen, who called herself the successor Marquis, with the assistance of the knight Grayriel, inherited her father’s will. As a young girl, she once again raised the banner of opposition to the Abyss.
This was also the force of resistance against the fallen royal family within the kingdom.
In addition to the young Marchioness of Mays and the Public Welfare Alliance that responded to her, there were also remnants of the “Lans” Royalist Party, represented by the Edrian family of the former Duke Territory of Lansiat, as well as numerous wandering knights and adventurers who joined under this banner.
“Queen Blood Moon” Frarn and her retainers, as well as “Red Dragon Queen” Fraria, were also their allies.
They had achieved more than one victory, but facing the endless darkness, they were increasingly falling into dire straits.
– Under the shroud of darkness, the alliance resisting the Abyss was covered by a vast night. Not only were their traces isolated from the night, but the information obtained from the outside world was also scarce.
The few pieces of news were all about terrible things like the Pope of Light defecting and the Empire plunging into civil war.
Until, a few days ago, the news of the Imperial army clashing with Vester on the border arrived. The irrecoverable desperate situation forced them to make a final gamble and advance towards the kingdom’s border.
Elishia recalled, her slender jade hand clenching slightly as she infused the recovered, meager Light Demonic Power into her long sword. However, the mage with falling blue-white hair in front of her blocked her path by holding her staff across.
“Teacher Vicena!”
Elishia exclaimed in surprise as she looked at the young mage blocking her path, who was smiling faintly.
“Aishi, do you think, in your current condition, you can block the Abyss?”
Vicena shook her staff and, without waiting for the young girl’s reply, slightly raised her slightly aged azure eyes, as if looking at the serene starry sky hidden beneath the tainted Abyss:
“Let me do it. Back then, Brother Lott and Sister Lucia were also like this… For Lans and Filirya, I had no ability to correct their mistakes, but at least, let me preserve hope.”