I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 1009

Chapter 56 The Light Belonging to the Mortal World
“So that’s how it is. You murdered Elize because she discovered your betrayal?”
Verafia slowly raised her face, her eyes filled with unconcealed sarcasm. “Moreover, for over a hundred years, you’ve been coveting the Sacred Sword, yet you’ve never made a move. Could it be that you’re afraid of Lancaster?”
In Moon’s eyes, the young girl’s mockery was merely a misinterpretation of his betrayal of Elize and his current alliance with her, so he said with a smile, unconcerned.
“You inquire about the Saintess Highness? She did have her suspicions back then. However, Goddess Princess, do you see the light I wield now? This is the authority of a deity, and it’s a power that rivals yours!”
Moon clenched his palm, and the endless light rays surrounding the entire world trembled. He saw a slight flicker of fear in the girl’s golden eyes and the triumphant smile on his lips.
“So that’s how it is… Moon, in the beginning, you wanted to steal the God of Light’s power through Elize?” Verafia said.
“This is the spark that illuminates the world, the power that frees millions from their chains!”
Moon corrected her, and seeing the girl’s expression, he became even more pleased. In his eyes, the situation was already settled. Even if this young girl was a deity, she couldn’t escape his control. Why should he tell her anything if it wouldn’t please him?
“Miss Verafia, you say I waged war on Lancaster… Indeed, he wielded the Sacred Sword and was the monarch of Peka. I admit I was no match for him. However, where is Lance now?”
Moon raised his staff and touched the light rays, his ornate divine robes billowing. The divine radiance representing light in his pupils suddenly flared. “Even if he called himself the Savior, Miss Verafia, after the battle with you, Lance had already perished. However, as you can see, I now possess the light!”
The unrestrained light in the space rippled like waves with Moon’s shout, disturbing Verafia’s delicate golden tresses. The young girl slightly raised her face, a faint light brushing over her snow-white complexion. Her golden eyes met Moon’s seemingly calm but triumphant face, and a trace of coldness flashed in her eyes.
Lancaster and Moon, one claimed to be the savior, the other the Pope of light. After their crowns of glory were torn off, their expressions were the same, their arrogance equal, and their ambition the same. However, compared to Lancaster, who had at least defended the world for a hundred years, Moon, in Verafia’s eyes, was merely a petty man who had become conceited.
“Light, Moon, you dare to interpret it?” a somewhat cold voice emanated from Verafia.
“You’re questioning me, isn’t this the tone of our former Hero Highness? Could it be that after being betrayed by Lancaster, you are still so passionate about light?”
Moon had already approached very close, standing just a step away from the goddess who had stunned the world with her display of light. A smile played on his lips as he looked directly at the young girl’s snow-white face.
“I told you before, this is the power that will break the world’s chains—Verafia, you are a deity now, but you should understand that this world doesn’t need beings like you to rule over the secular world. This world should belong to countless mortals!”
“Deity… *Pfft*. Moon, your words are still so grand and noble.”
Verafia’s golden eyes slightly lifted. She held the Life Divine Sword at the boundary of light. “The mortal world does indeed belong to countless living beings. If you kill me, even if, as you say, the so-called chains are severed, won’t this continent usher in a tyrant to rule the world?”
“Tyrant, *heh*, Goddess Princess, is that how I appear in your eyes?”
Hearing the girl’s accusation, Moon smiled unperturbed. He suddenly raised his face, light flowing through his pupils, surging with divine radiance. “However—in the eyes of the world, I will be known as the ‘Chainbreaker,’ regarded as a liberator. Countless people will sing praises of my deeds and chant my name in the light. As for you? Goddess Princess, your name will merely be the lingering radiance of the divine era, fragments crushed by the light!”
To sweep away the lingering remnants of the divine era and return the world to the mortal humans—such words sounded grand and inspiring, but Verafia merely curled her lips into a smile. Of course, it wasn’t that she was unwilling to give up her current divine status. It was just that the grand vision described was spoken by Moon, which made Verafia want to laugh.
Brighter and brighter golden light fell upon her long, slender eyelashes, and Verafia’s gorgeous golden eyes shifted slightly. The surrounding light was impossible to penetrate. The Holy City of Light was formed behind him, spreading into a holy kingdom. Magnificent buildings, light surging like an unfailing sacred spring, honey and sugar gushing out endlessly, angels with fluttering wings guarding them, peaceful, prosperous, sacred, and pure—this was the description of heaven.
However, in Verafia’s eyes, there were countless devout believers with fanatical gazes, offering their faith. Just as she saw countless fervent believers entangled and willing to sacrifice their lives for a moment’s obstruction upon entering the Holy City of Light.
“Someone like Moon, who manipulates the entire Church of Light through faith to create the holy kingdom he desires?”
Then, this holy kingdom would belong only to him, speaking of sweeping away the remnants of the gods and returning the world to mortals, and Moon would be the new god! Even compared to the gods who had completely disappeared after the Mythic Era and merely provided a spiritual anchor for the world, this new god, Moon, would demand far more than just faith. With what Moon had done, Verafia had no doubt that he would engrave his faith in everyone’s souls, treating them as livestock, as firewood.
A cold glint flashed in her eyes, and Verafia slightly turned her lips. She saw the laws of light, which had almost condensed to their limit with Moon’s arrival. She merely raised her face. “Moon, on what basis do you say such things? On the basis of your followers, whom you manipulated with faith?”
“Goddess Princess, they devoutly devote themselves to me, to the light. Because I am the light of the mortal world!”
Moon laughed heartily, spreading his arms. Blindingly bright light surged from the gaps in his divine robes. As he said, his entire being seemed to have transformed into pure sacred light, like a radiant sun, whose blinding brilliance devoured everything around it!
However, suddenly, a streak of crystal-green sword light emerged from the darkness. Verafia simultaneously swung her sword. The instantly condensed laws of life forcefully cut through the sun-like blinding laws of light at that moment, like a moon shadow sweeping across the desolate night sky.
She saw the solidified rays of light before her, countless starlight twinkling. This was the materialized form of Moon’s forceful usurpation of faith. Disgust flashed in her golden eyes. She raised her slender wrist, and the straight divine sword was lifted high, the surging sword light instantly slicing through the light!
The Sword of Mýstěttín lunged from Verafia’s hand, freezing the world in judgment, smearing the moment of the end, and condemning the light!