I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 115

Chapter 115 Chapter 33 Treasure Map
The gale swept across the setting sun, and the dilapidated alleyways and broken bricks and tiles were all engulfed and shrouded by gray mist, then evaporated by white light devoid of any temperature.
The blood race girl’s knuckles trembled slightly, the coldness emanating from her body caused her consciousness to become hazy.
This was not the cold desolation of blood flowing when she was born in the River of Blood, nor the chilling moonlight cast by the pale moon in the deep night… and certainly not the coldness brought about by frost and ice magic devouring heat.
Rather, it was the coldness of blood gradually stiffening and drying as stamina, consciousness, and life force gradually depleted.
She bit her tongue hard, forcefully gathering her dwindling spirit, and with effort pushed open the last obstructing door, stumbling inside.
The dim light cast by the rusted oil lamp obscured the girl’s figure. The blood race girl weakly raised her pale cheeks.
“Airrie. You’re back?”
A muffled voice sounded.
The voice was filled with decay, the torment of time, and dejection, but it did not lack strength. The blacksmith dropped his forging hammer, making a “bang” sound, and raised his head from behind the huge furnace.
But when he saw the girl’s complexion, the gray-brown, turbid pupils suddenly contracted.
“You used that sword… how is your body? Are you from the Church’s knights, or Dawn’s people?”
The blacksmith’s tone became as sharp as a sword freed from dust, and he hurriedly strode towards the girl. Clad in rough cloth stained with forging oil, his body seemed hunched, but at this moment, he was like a towering mountain rock.
“Fennos, I’m fine…”
The blood race girl bit her lips hard, shaking her head at the man before her, and spoke with great difficulty, “I’m not their person… I managed to shake off the Church’s knights too.”
“Then what happened?”
The blacksmith grasped the girl’s slender wrist, and the lifeless coldness made him inwardly frown, “The origin of that sword is older than your father, and it’s by no means something you can wield now.”
“I know. But I had no choice but to do that to escape. Fennos, look at this.”
Under the blacksmith’s input of strength, the blood race girl’s complexion eased considerably, but she was still as pale as paper. She took out the jade-like, lustrous stone with blood-red markings hidden in her embrace, along with half a blood crystal, and placed them on the table.
“This is Lord Oran’s blood… and that traitor Hells!”
The blacksmith’s expression changed. He suddenly became serious, raised his eyes, and stared solemnly, “Airrie, how did you get this?”
“From a girl.”
The blood race girl said. She also knew why the man had that expression, so she briefly recounted her previous experiences.
“A mage who is only around Platinum, not only can summon Sunflame Skyfire, but also easily withstand your blood river. Moreover, Airrie, you said that she clearly had the strength to pursue you further, but she let you escape… she is not what she appears to be.”
The blacksmith frowned deeply, suddenly stood up, and his worn and dilapidated blacksmith’s apron fluttered without wind. Following his will, a cluster of invisible domain expanded, covering the girl.
“Fennos, your domain—” the blood race girl exclaimed in surprise.
“It’s just a short-term release, it’s fine. Airrie, the mage you mentioned must have left a mark on you, but I can’t find it. Regardless, it should at least be erased.”
…
Miss Verafia hugged her arms, and in the afternoon, the gentle spring sunlight touched her slender shoulders, as if about to merge with her cascading, soft golden hair.
A slight glimmer of starlight flickered in the girl’s playfully moving pupils.
“Miss Verafia, why do you want to find that vampire in such a manner?”
Igert uttered a questioning sound, asking the girl.
He had his suspicions about Verafia letting the blood race girl go earlier, but as a subordinate, he naturally wanted to know his young lady’s intentions.
“Do I need to say? Igert, you’re such an idiot… it’s naturally because of Grand Duke Oran.”
Verafia fluttered her long eyelashes above her big eyes, her fair and pretty little face slightly pouted, and she turned back to him cutely.
“Grand Duke Oran?” Igert paused his steps slightly.
“That’s him.”
Verafia snorted lightly, raised her eyes, revealing a hint of delight, appearing rather proud of her intellectual dominance over her subordinate.
“To find Grand Duke Oran’s treasure, the key and the treasure map are indispensable items.”
“Although, according to that Verodia, this young lady can get the complete blood crystal from her hands, but after so many years, who knows where his ruins are hidden?”
“But that blood race girl…”
“Pfft, Igert, you wouldn’t know this then.”
The girl’s voice was cheerful and pleasant, like a string of clear, ringing silver bells. She suddenly turned her face and looked at him, her large eyes crystal clear under the luxurious, radiant gold.
“Don’t look at that little vampire being so weak, she’s actually Oran’s direct descendant. You say, wouldn’t she care about the inheritance of her ancestor… in that case, if we just follow her, wouldn’t we get a living map?”
Igert nodded, but deliberately showed a look of sudden realization.
Seeing the boy acting like this, Verafia’s expression on her raised, delicate face became even more pleased.
“Of course, my purpose in finding her this time is not just this. Igert, aren’t you curious about this little vampire’s background?”
“Background?”
Verafia nodded her little head vigorously, her exquisite little face smiling charmingly.
“Duke Dawn, the owner of this city, according to what you and Verodia said, he rose to power because of the vampire war back then, and then he ruthlessly hunted down the surviving vampire nobles, all of which indicate that Rubiel City should be irreconcilable with vampires.”
“However, this vampire can live in this city without her identity being exposed, and even dares to snatch my things. Isn’t she afraid of being crucified by the Church if her identity is exposed?”
Igert also showed a thoughtful look in his eyes, “My young lady, you mean… someone can handle all of this for her?”
“Of course. And his influence is not low, so what he seeks must also be out of the ordinary. I think what they seek must also be related to someone like Grand Duke Oran, an evil person who was judged by your king long ago.”
Verafia called out crisply. The girl raised her delicate face and looked at the boy beside her, her bright golden pupils also tinged with the afterglow of the setting sun, appearing exceptionally beautiful.
“Igert, looking at it this way, doesn’t it fit the characteristics of evil forces with ill intentions and dark motives?”
Igert couldn’t help but chuckle. He thought to himself, aren’t you, little phoenix, also here for this “evil person judged by the king”? If so, aren’t you yourself also an evil person with ill intentions and dark motives?
Just as Igert was about to speak, a look of surprise suddenly flashed across the girl’s childish and delicate face. He quickly asked.
“What is it, my young lady?”