I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 117

Chapter 117 Chapter 35 The Forging Hammer and Flames (Part 2)
“Of course! If you’re willing, then what that little vampire stole can also be given to you.”
Verafia nodded generously. However, when she saw the middle-aged man’s expression, she immediately pouted and said, lifting her snowy cheeks.
“Hey, what’s with that expression! Aren’t you a blacksmith? I just want you to fix a sword! Is that so difficult? En, wait a moment…”
Fernos was stunned. He watched Verafia turn her delicate body, push open the door, and walk out. He hesitated, his brows furrowed, but he slowly put down the iron hammer in his hand, not making a decision to attack the mysterious girl who he couldn’t fathom.
Fernos knew in his heart that he had no confidence in dealing with that Blazing Phoenix. If she was willing to retreat, it was not an unacceptable outcome for him.
However, to his surprise, before long, Verafia returned, excitedly dragging a black-haired young man as she burst through the door.
The middle-aged blacksmith frowned again.
“Young Lady!” The black-haired, blue-eyed young man, pulled by the girl, called out urgently.
Fernos could clearly feel that compared to the golden-haired girl, whom even he couldn’t see clearly, the black-haired, blue-eyed young man was ordinary, with only a handsome face, and his life force and Dou Qi fluctuations were as weak as a mortal’s.
“I told you to listen to this young lady!”
Verafia pulled Ig to in front of Fernos, then turning back, smiled at the young man.
“Ig, don’t mind this blacksmith uncle looking so dejected, he’s actually a very remarkable person! En, right, what’s your name again?”
“Fernos.”
Fernos was unsure what trick the girl was planning, but he still spoke the name he usually used.
“Yes, Master Fernos. In short, Ig, quickly get the sword out!”
Ig hesitated for a moment, but seeing the scorching gold of the girl’s eyes looking at him, he took out End, bowed to the middle-aged blacksmith, and placed it on the table.
“Senior Fernos, please…”
“Blazing Phoenix, tell me what you mean.”
Fernos didn’t look at the young man, and spoke coldly to the girl.
“Didn’t I say, I want you to fix a sword for us?”
The girl’s melodious voice like silver bells rang out in the not-so-spacious room, “You took my things, and now you’re doing your job to compensate for it, that’s not too much, is it?”
Fernos hesitated at the veiled threat in the girl’s words, and lowered his gaze to the long sword handed over by the black-haired young man. The blacksmith’s rough fingers touched the sword’s body.
“This might be a good sword, but it’s been completely destroyed. Blazing Phoenix, I see your power in it, but I advise you, instead of trying to repair it, it would be better to reforge it… wait.”
A glimmer of shock flashed in Fernos’s cloudy, dejected gray eyes. He suddenly raised his head and stared at the black-haired young man. A sharp, blade-like light flickered, and the middle-aged man’s body, still wrapped in coarse linen, seemed to the eyes of Ig like a suddenly rising, majestic mountain, pressing down.
“Tegasol! No, how is that possible… Kid, who are you! How could his sword be in your hands!”
Fernos’s thunderous voice spread along with his irresistible aura. Ig’s face suddenly turned ashen, then flushed an unhealthy red, and cold sweat poured out like rain.
Ig wanted to speak, but under the molten iron gaze of the other party, he was choked back, unable to utter a sound despite his efforts.
Suddenly, a slender, beautiful figure walked in front of him, her delicate, smooth fingertips grasping his wrist. But before Ig could think further, golden flames instantly burned within his body.
The beautiful and luxurious golden flames melted the oppressive aura that was pressing down on Ig. Verafia, disregarding the fact that he was being burned to an unbearable degree, raised her small, spirited face and yelled angrily at the mountain-like man.
“Hey, if you kill our attendant, this blacksmith shop won’t be able to open anymore!”
“It’s not a disguise…”
Fernos frowned, ignoring the girl’s sudden anger, and muttered to himself.
“You guy… still ignoring this young lady!”
Ig’s face twitched fiercely. He could clearly feel the Blazing Phoenix’s expression darken beside him, and a more direct sensation was the pain of his wrist, held by her slender hand, as if it were about to break.
Young Lady, I’m not dead from this blacksmith yet, and you’re about to break my hand!
Fernos finally turned his head to look at her, his cloudy pupils indifferent.
“Miss Phoenix, I don’t know who you are, but since it’s related to him… your threat is not important to me.”
“You!”
Ig heard the girl’s gritted teeth beside his ear.
The middle-aged blacksmith sneered, turning his gray eyes back to the young man’s face. “Kid, tell me, who are you, and why is his sword in your hand?”
Although the invisible pressure around them had been completely burned away by the girl’s flames, Ig still felt immense pressure, panting heavily. He wiped away the cold sweat and laboriously turned his head to look at the girl beside him.
“Hmph, detestable… Forget it, Ig, you tell him. Anyway, I’m here.”
The girl crossed her arms, her delicate lips pouting, and said unhappily.
Hearing his young lady’s command, Ig had no choice but to steel himself, lift his eyes, and face the middle-aged man scrutinizing him.
“Master Fernos, I am Ig. The Marquis of Mies Territory, Eggesti Hel Lantistaufer, is my father…”
When Verafia heard Ig mention “Eggesti,” the middle-aged man snorted but did not interrupt, and the young man’s voice continued.
“I believe ‘he’ you are referring to must be Lord Lothel from a hundred years ago. As you can see, this sword is Lord Lothel’s sword, ‘End.’ I found it in the Blazing Long Abyss.”
…
Fernos listened to Ig’s story in silence. On the wall, the flickering candlelight illuminated his face, making it appear even darker.
“Master Fernos, that’s all you wanted to ask.”
Fernos raised his cloudy eyes, but then sneered.
“Eggesti’s only son… Hmph, kid, you don’t know what that sword represents… Even that Blazing Phoenix won’t be able to protect you.”
Ig’s words were choked off, his blue eyes fixed on the blacksmith speaking.
Hearing herself being insulted, Verafia, who had found a stool and sat down, crossing her slender, fair, delicate leg beneath her skirt, instantly looked displeased. She stuck out her small head and called out.
“You don’t need to mind my business! Fernos, as agreed, just fix this sword for this guy.”