I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 142

Chapter 142 Chapter 60 Blazing Fires Burn in the Stained Land (3)
A dark sword light cut through the surrounding flames, which formed a continuous curtain like the arc of the night sky. Surprise appeared in Verafia’s eyes. She pressed down on her staff with force, and the residual scorching flames in mid-air rapidly expanded, about to unleash their full power!
“If such beautiful flames could adorn my sword, it would also be a beautiful thing. It’s a pity, Miss Phoenix, your golden flames are truly too dazzling.”
A man’s deep and magnetic voice echoed in the air. Verafia’s eyes narrowed. Before she could speak, the man chuckled lowly again and waved his sword, cutting directly into the flames that were about to erupt completely.
The ripple released by the shattered brilliant golden flames struck the walls of the tavern. Even the solid stone walls, half a person thick, shook and were even destroyed.
Verafia gripped the corner of her skirt with one hand and blocked in front of herself with the other. The burning flames melted the cold wind and countless shattered tables, benches, and stones.
“…It’s that sword, cold as the night, and so fierce! It reminds me of that astonishing sword used in legend to slaughter the Dark Dragon. It is an attack that not even fate can stop. If it weren’t for the girl in front of me… Well, Miss Vera, are you alright?”
A bard’s fearful voice reached her ears. However, before he could ask Verafia, Verafia didn’t even know how he managed to speak so quickly.
The young girl turned her head and glanced at him. The bard’s strings were broken, and his entire face was filled with a panicked expression.
She seemed fine, but that was only on the surface…
The residual flames on the ground were crunched under sturdy leather boots, making a dull sound on the ground. The man emerged from the air where the flames had just subsided, a slender silver rune sword hanging at his waist.
“Lord, it’s you…”
Yucilaka, who had been violently knocked to the ground by the impact, pushed herself up from the shattered floor, her arm supporting herself with her short sword.
The man smiled and shook his head at her. He turned his face to look at the girl watching him intently not far away, and slightly pulled up his outer garment to reveal a white inner shirt, bowing elegantly with his hand on his chest.
“It’s nice to meet you, beautiful young lady.”
“It’s you.”
Verafia uttered softly, looking at the tall, thin man dressed in black and styled as an attendant.
Verafia had never seen this man in person, but she was by no means unfamiliar with him.
At the same twilight yesterday, Verafia, while sparring with Fernos, had secretly left a wisp of flame on him. She had indeed used this wisp of flame to scout the man who now appeared before her.
“I never expected that I, a mere humble person, would be remembered by such a beautiful young lady.”
The black-clothed attendant placed a hand on the sword at his waist and chuckled, shaking his head. “However, I think perhaps you also happened to glimpse me yesterday while I was conversing with Mr. Fernos?”
“If that’s the case… then your ability to find this place and make our dear Mr. Sok have to die by the hands of his own people is probably largely due to my momentary negligence, allowing your flames to notice him.”
Looking at the girl’s exquisite face, the black-clothed attendant showed a thoughtful expression and then shook his head with regret.
Verafia remained silent, a cold glint flashing in her scorching golden pupils.
As the black-clothed attendant said, Verafia followed the knight of the Belte family to this slum. Like a flame in the dark night, she clearly sensed Sok, who had previously interacted with the black-clothed attendant in front of her, and then tracked him here.
In the end, she prevented Yucilaka from falling into Sok’s hands and personally eliminated Sok, who had been distributing bread to the poor for three years, waiting for a specific moment.
However, Yucilaka had not expected the black-clothed attendant to suddenly appear before this young girl.
The black-clothed attendant smiled at the thoughts in the girl’s eyes and then shook his head with regret.
“It seems you are tacitly admitting it. However, I really didn’t expect that the beautiful girl he spoke of was you… and Mr. Fernos hid this from me. If not for that, I would have surely noticed you earlier.”
“Noticed me earlier… Heh, it seems that Lord Linton is not behind you.”
Verafia suddenly let out a soft sound. Blazing golden flames gathered in mid-air, casting a golden light on her cheeks. However, at this moment, the young girl’s vigilance had increased.
“That is not strange. Lord Linton is an excellent ally, but not a trustworthy friend. Let alone loyalty?”
The black-clothed attendant seemed not to mind revealing more information to her. His composed expression made Verafia wonder if he might suddenly unleash his killing blow at any moment, leaving her and this information behind…
Even so, the commotion caused by Verafia’s spell earlier would surely alert the city guards.
Verafia’s delicate and pretty face furrowed her brows slightly. She suddenly snorted and put on an unhappy expression, raising her cheeks to look at him.
“It seems your origins are truly extraordinary. However, I can’t figure out what it is about this young lady that warrants your attention?”
“A legendary Miss Phoenix, who in this world would not pay attention?”
The black-clothed attendant’s voice was laced with a smile.
Verafia said nothing more. The few words spoken by the other party were enough for her to glean a considerable amount of information.
The forces of Fernos and Elri, as remnants of Oran, in league with the powerful figures of Rubiel City, such as Count Linton, were, as Verafia had previously thought, a force intending to stir up trouble in the current Peka.
But what did they want—Oran’s inheritance, or just the turmoil in Rubiel City? And what about herself…
Verafia suddenly turned her small face and looked at the bard beside her.
Clearly, in such a heavy atmosphere, the extremely nervous Dylan noticed the young girl’s gaze and quickly shouted.
“Miss Verafia, this person is probably the mastermind behind everything that has happened here, and all the sin and conspiracy originate from him! You must not be fooled by him!”
The black-clothed attendant shook his head and chuckled. He waved his hand, signaling Yucilaka to leave.
Verafia bared her small white teeth and bit down hard, looking ferocious, but she only gripped her staff and did not attack the female ranger again.
She could not gauge the depth of the black-clothed attendant before her at all. However, judging by the sword that cut off her flames, Verafia absolutely did not believe she had the ability to forcibly stop Yucilaka from leaving in front of this person.
The atmosphere in the air grew increasingly heavy. Dylan, beside the young girl, felt his legs go weak, and large beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
The bard seemed to regret following the young girl into this mess and wanted to run away with her, but he was afraid of being caught and killed by Yucilaka, who had just thoroughly beaten him not long ago. He could only continue to endure by staying by the young girl’s side.
The black-clothed attendant’s gaze fell on him, and he suddenly chuckled.
“Sin and conspiracy… Poet, you are correct. However, are the sins and conspiracies that shroud the entire world limited only to mine?”