I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 1033

chapter 80 Memory Past events
“I really didn’t expect… there would be a day to go back.”
Verafia leaned against the car window, gazing at the clear sky that seemed to be constantly approaching. In the distance, familiar city walls faintly appeared in her eyes. She tilted her head, and her silk-like golden hair gracefully fell, speaking to Ig beside her.
It had been almost half a month since her return from the Realm of the God of Light. Verafia felt some urgency after the conversation with the Goddess of Light, so she did not stay in the Holy City of Light for too long. After just a few short days, she set off towards the border of the Peka Kingdom.
The high-ranking officials of the Empire, including Lufnos and Seralis, were somewhat puzzled by her haste, but upon facing the Goddess’s request, they did not ask too many questions and quickly mobilized the temporarily resting army.
Of course, during this time, Fatter also arrived at the Holy City with his magic legion. In addition to marveling at Verafia’s swiftness in dealing with Moon and agreeing to send troops to Peka, Fatter also reached an agreement with Herafir, who represented the Orcs.
Verafia also met Castle and Shiel from the north. These two friends, especially Shiel, who was wearing a silk long dress, embraced her with great surprise.
Thinking of the beautiful scene, Verafia’s lips couldn’t help but curve gently.
However, even so, they did not travel with her.
It was not possible for the combined armies of the Empire and the Elves to reach the Empire’s border safely with just an order. Seralis remained with the Elven army, cooperating with the Empire on logistics with the Queen, and Herafir also returned to the armies of the Orcs and the Gods.
Even Andis and Misella were asked by Verafia to stay by Siya’s side to help this still very young Saintess of Light… Well, this was certainly not Verafia taking personal revenge and deliberately sending away this silver-haired princess of Peka.
Verafia nodded righteously. She tilted her head, her golden pupils lifting slightly.
The clear and gentle ice-blue light reflected in her eyes. Apart from Ig beside her, Ophi and Anjeliese were naturally also in the magic flying boat.
In Verafia’s eyes, a little loli in a pure white silk dress with snow-blue long hair was playing games with the dragon girl, holding a doll.
Well, Anjeliese, who considered herself to have experienced hundreds or thousands of years, playing children’s games with an ice dragon here, was of course, the result of being forced by the bored Ophi.
Speaking of which, she, Ig, and Little Fei, plus Anjeliese who had now become a little girl, seemed to be the people who had left Peka together back then.
“I didn’t expect it either.”
The soft, bright radiance touched the girl’s porcelain-white face, making it even more moving. Ig curved his lips, looking out the window together, and held the girl’s tender hand:
“At that time, all I thought about was being able to cure the Young Lady. If Veer was willing, I would live with Veer forever in the elven forest. I really didn’t expect…”
“Hmm, Ig, why are you reminiscing? We haven’t won yet.”
Verafia came back to her senses, puffing out her snow-white cheeks, like a plump hamster: “And, I already said, Ig, you’re going to take me to see your family.”
Although she said that, Verafia turned her head. The gentle spring breeze with the scent of fruit caressed her smooth golden hair, and the green grass swayed. Looking at the familiar scenery, she couldn’t help but reminisce.
“Hmm, back then, it was here that I met you. Returning to the human world with you, back then, I deliberately pretended to be a willful and pampered Young Lady. Pfft, I even deliberately bullied Ig… Even though it hasn’t been a few years, it feels so nostalgic.”
Thinking of the scenes in her memory, Verafia’s small white-socked feet swayed gently, her hands supporting her little face. The silver bell-like giggles were tinged with a bit of maidenly shyness and reminiscence.
Ig’s outstretched hand stroked the girl’s beautiful hair, and he also revealed a silent smile.
The distant gaze could already faintly see the towering city walls of Vist City.
…
Vist City, the capital of the Brandenburg Border Marquisate on the border between the Kingdom and the Empire, was once the fiefdom of Marquis Keso, the “Sword of the Kingdom” of the Royalist Party.
After the three-year civil war ended, this Marquis of the Sacred Domain, along with “Golden Lion” Dawn, were both beheaded. Subsequently, this fortress of the Kingdom returned to the hands of the Pegalun Dynasty.
However, what fluttered on Vist’s high walls now was not Peka’s white iris royal flag, but the Empire’s cross-gold patterned battle flag.
— Before Verafia’s departure, and even before the battle in the Holy City, the Empire’s border garrison had already advanced, and the defense of Vist City was unexpectedly weak. In just a few days, it had been successfully occupied by the Empire’s border legions.
Verafia’s carriage did not encounter any obstruction from the guards and proceeded directly to the City Lord’s Mansion, which had been temporarily set up as the command center.
“Your Highness, the dark magic covering Peka, which the Peka captives call the Abyss, has polluted this land and is evil beyond your imagination. If you insist on going into that darkness alone without waiting for the arrival of the priest corps and the army, you must let me protect you!”
The general, clad in heavy armor, anxiously persuaded the golden-haired girl in a pure white evening gown before him.
As early as this morning, this Imperial general had received orders from the Duke, informing him that a “Your Highness” of noble status would arrive in this newly conquered city. The Duke did not disclose the girl’s identity, but only ordered him to obey all of this Highness’s commands.
“Your Highness, a beautiful maiden… However, the former Emperor had only one daughter. Could this Highness be the beloved daughter of some Grand Duke?”
The Imperial general had initially speculated this, but before he could figure out why this noble maiden had come to this dangerous and evil front line, which had already been polluted, that “Your Highness” had directly come to his command center. Moreover, after simply asking a few questions, she proposed to go deep into the Peka territory shrouded by the Abyss.
“There is no need to worry. It is only the Abyss. I returned to Peka precisely to face it.”
The white-gowned maiden smiled softly and shook her head, refusing the Imperial general’s suggestion.
She was naturally Verafia, who had just arrived at Vist City with Ig.
At least when she arrived, the capital of this Brandenburg Marquisate had ended its war. However, looking at the scenes of the city, Verafia saw that the reality was completely different from the vibrant spring outside the city. The substantial magic cursed by darkness had already polluted the sky.
Verafia could discern that this was the manifestation of the Abyss.
And her conversation with the commander of the Imperial army further intensified her worry.
Verafia’s urgent return was certainly not because she believed she could fight the entire Peka Kingdom alone. Rather, in this kingdom devoured by the Abyss, there were still friends she cared about.
The young girl gently raised her head and looked outside Vist’s high walls. The more polluted and dense darkness covered the sky, cursing this fertile land. In just over a year since Misella’s escape, it had deteriorated to this point – the curse eroded this world with the Abyss and drew more power from it.
At this moment, Verafia’s eyelashes suddenly trembled, and she turned to look at the black-haired youth beside her. The Imperial general was still confused and about to ask when Ig took a deep breath and held the girl’s small hand tightly:
“Yes, I feel it too. Hundreds of miles away, around the edge of what was once Rubiel City, there is a very powerful aura… At least, enough to conquer an entire city. The Abyssal Church… and Flarn’s blood magic.”