I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 130

Chapter 130 Chapter 48 Interesting People (5/78)
The blacksmith Fernos’s heavy hammering sounds echoed through the flames, and Igert soon found, as he had recently found, that Miss Phoenix, who had not been novel for long, quickly lost interest as usual.
The girl yawned widely, her golden eyes looking around with a bit of boredom.
Verafia simply moved another small wooden stool, tilting her slender legs covered by delicate silk, her soft little face resting in her hands, looking very bored.
Igert, however, looked nervous: “Young Lady, is this forging method of Fernos really okay? After all, the current End is not like it was in Lord Lothel’s hands back then. Can this level of tempering… withstand it?”
For over half a month, Igert had become quite familiar with the End in his hands. This once legendary weapon, through his “Appraisal,” although it had the blessing of this little Phoenix, its current strength was only slightly better than Silver, barely qualifying as an ordinary Gold Rank weapon.
Although, according to Verafia, having Fernos reforge the End according to her method could give him a little more strength, Igert was even more unwilling to see his predecessor’s only surviving heirloom damaged and perish because of him.
“With this young lady here, what could be the problem? Moreover, according to your predecessor’s memory, the former End was also born under such secret methods.”
Verafia raised her dazed gaze and said impatiently.
The girl flicked a strand of hair with her fingertip, her fair cheek slightly reflecting the flickering firelight from the forged long sword, and she added casually.
“Igert, you don’t want Lothel’s sword to turn into useless scrap metal in your hands, do you? Besides, this level is far from what I experienced.”
What this Miss Phoenix said… could it be related to her nirvana experience?
Verafia’s words made Igert pause. He considered whether he should inquire more about this matter and record it in his “Phoenix Observation Diary.”
However, before Igert could even ask, a sharp man’s voice suddenly sounded from outside the closed blacksmith shop door.
Igert noticed that the Miss Phoenix opposite him suddenly perked up.
The arrival hit the old wooden door with a bang.
“Blacksmith, what have you decided? My master said that as long as you are willing to serve him, he will do his best to fulfill whatever you want! This condition is very generous for a blacksmith bum like you!”
“Fernos, this is…”
The girl turned her fair and exquisite face with interest, her golden eyes looking towards Fernos not far away.
“Blazing Phoenix, you don’t need to worry. There is a perception barrier set up by me. For this kind of small fry, even if they want to perceive it, it’s impossible.”
Fernos raised his face and said.
Verafia nodded. Fernos suddenly turned his face and raised his voice, “It’s you guys again… You don’t need a servant like you to worry about this. If your master is truly sincere, he should come to the door himself. I told you, I will only fulfill the past agreement.”
“You! A blacksmith’s subordinate, dare to be so ungrateful!”
The voice outside the door suddenly became enraged, and he cursed, “Dare to offend my lord, and there will be no place for you in the entire Rubiel City!”
What was happening outside the door seemed to be just an ordinary conversation between a thug who was enraged and a blacksmith.
But Igert knew that the blacksmith, who appeared ordinary, was a Saint Rank from a hundred years ago, and was also related to Lord Lothel and Grand Duke Oran. Such an existence, even if he appeared before his father, would not dare to be negligent in the slightest.
Moreover, someone like Fernos, who was clearly deeply involved in the current situation of Rubiel City, could not possibly be as simple as he appeared. And judging by the look in his young lady’s eyes, it was definitely not a coincidence.
“Young Lady?”
“Ah, Igert, you want to ask about the person just now… Well, he’s just an interesting person.”
Verafia’s golden eyes blinked suddenly, and she said in a sweet voice. A faint smile appeared on the girl’s exquisite little face.
Although the person who appeared outside Fernos’s door earlier had a concealment magic applied to them, such a level of camouflage was clearly not very effective for Verafia.
— Yesterday, when Augers, the leader of the Rubiel City Knights wearing the Birt Wolf Head family crest, was bullying Verafia, the person outside the door was also present.
Although Verafia had no impression of that unremarkable knight, she still noticed the aura emanating from him.
A knight from the Birt family, who came to find Fernos, a remnant of Grand Duke Oran, could this be a coincidence?
Fernos’s forging hammer swung down again on the End. He spoke.
“Blazing Phoenix, if you don’t want to get involved in bigger trouble, I suggest you don’t mind this matter.”
“Tch, this young lady knows, you don’t need to worry about it!”
Hearing herself being ordered around so impolitely, Verafia’s delicate crescent eyebrows immediately furrowed, and she exclaimed with displeasure.
Seeing that the girl didn’t take it to heart at all, Fernos merely glanced at her indifferently and stopped persuading her, devoting all his attention to forging the sword.
The girl bared her pointed little fangs, biting a few times fiercely, then tilted her little face and thought for a moment, and leaped down from the stool.
Fernos’s words clearly indicated that he was unwilling to discuss this matter with her. However, how could such a small matter trouble her?
Igert hurried to meet the turning girl.
“Young Lady, are you going to…”
Verafia patted her skirt corner, then raised her face again, looking excitedly at her attendant.
“Hmm, let’s go and see that guy. Igert, you wait here.”
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Although Igert really wanted to follow his Young Lady, under her insistent gaze, he could only obediently stay in the blacksmith shop, waiting for Fernos to continue forging the End.
The sound of the forging hammer striking suddenly stopped, and Igert looked up.
Although the Star Fire forging the End was still burning, it suddenly became like frozen ice crystals, and the markings spreading on the long sword also instantly froze.
“Master Fernos?”
Igert quickly went forward, and the middle-aged blacksmith casually threw down his forging hammer with a clatter on the ground. His raised gray eyes fell on the boy’s face.
Fernos suddenly cast a cold glance and suddenly threw the sword.
“Kid from Eggesti, take his sword.”