I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 173

Chapter 173 Chapter 91 “City of Blood”
“But…” The young swordsman seemed to want to say something else.
Oran came up to him, grasped his right gauntlet, and slammed it hard against the
swordsman’s breastplate, laughing.
“Lott, you’ve come to help me, so you must have thought through the pros and cons for the kingdom and all of humanity beforehand. You shouldn’t be so hesitant.”
The swordsman said no more, and his hesitant expression fell silent again. Around
them, many heroes who had fought alongside them to defeat the legendary Blood Ancestor also gathered, gazing at the two in the center.
Oran raised his head and looked at the edge of the sky stained red with the Blood Race’s blood. He turned his eyes to the swordsman’s face and smiled, curling his lips.
“Of course, whether it’s the Blood Ancestor’s blood… or its clans, it’s nothing to the Demon Race. Lott, we need you more.”
…
The voices of the two were hoarse and indistinct, the colors of the entire world dim, and the space was fragmented and torn, like an old magic crystal film.
Elishia gazed slightly downwards with her golden eyes at her slender white fingers gripping the sword hilt, and gently shook her head, murmuring softly,
“I see.”
Not only her, but Dofiraia and Charle beside the young girl also wore solemn expressions. Instead, Ophi, from the Dragon Clan, not human, showed more surprise and curiosity on her small face.
The Ice Dragon Girl propped up her little head, her eyes widened, and she turned her little face, “So, the vampire you, Elishia, have always wanted to destroy, actually chose to become a Blood Race for you humans? This is truly incredible…”
Elishia gently shook her head.
“Indeed. I originally thought that Duke Oran’s fall into the Blood Race was merely for his greed for life and power… It turns out I underestimated such a legendary figure.”
“However, the history recorded in Aslandt fifty years ago will not change because of his original intention. If it weren’t for that, His Majesty’s Sacred Sword would not have been able to emit light.”
Charle suddenly raised his head and looked at Elishia, reminding her.
“I know.”
Elishia’s clear and beautiful voice was slightly forced. The young girl’s jade-like fingertips gripped tighter, and the color reflected in her pupils did not waver in the slightest. She suddenly shook her head gently, a confused expression appearing on her jade-like pure white cheeks.
“Instead, this swordsman senior, whom Duke Oran called Lott, could it be that he… Ah, Little Fei, what’s wrong?”
Ophi’s heart stirred with unease.
She knew that half a month ago, her father had asked her to follow that detestable phoenix, wasn’t it entirely because of this name “Lothel”? Given this stance, she naturally wouldn’t think that someone who was considered vain in the eyes of humans would be so valued by her father.
However, regarding the legendary “Lothel,” Ophi didn’t know whether it would displease others, so she forcefully shook her little head and looked at Ig.
“Anyway, Lothel’s sword is in your hand, you can’t possibly have a bad relationship with him, right?” The Ice Dragon Girl’s thoughts were simple and pure.
Compared to others who looked more at Oran, Ig’s eyes had not left the white-clothed youth holding the End, not even for a moment. Aside from corrupted ancient texts and distorted stories, this was Ig’s first time so close to his senior.
“Lord Lothel.” The young man opened his mouth, his lips and tongue feeling dry due to the excitement in his heart. Ig couldn’t help but look back at the young girl beside him.
Verafia also slightly raised her cheek to look, her smooth silk-like hair falling from her slender shoulders, gently blowing in the slight breeze. She propped up her long, slender eyelashes, her golden-flame sparkling pupils gazing serenely.
The colors reflected in the entire world touched upon her flawless and tender white face, but she did not show the usual cheerfulness or curiosity she had before. Instead, she appeared exceptionally serene and cold, as if everything she saw before her should not have stirred her emotions.
“Miss Verafia?” Ig, rarely seeing his young lady in such a state, couldn’t help but call out.
“It’s nothing, I was just thinking how strange it is that such powerful people like those two have such terrible images in your human eyes…”
Verafia shook her little face, uttering a tone of confusion. Ig paused his words and didn’t ask further, but for some reason, he felt that there were other emotions hidden in the words of this Miss Phoenix.
Verafia glanced at the two again, raised her pretty head, and suddenly said,
“There’s nothing to see. Ig, we can go.”
Ig didn’t react for a moment.
“Miss Verafia, what do you mean by that?”
Charle spoke out.
“Of course, I mean what I say.”
Verafia glanced at him. In Ig’s eyes, the girl had never had a good opinion of Charle, and her mood seemed to be poor at the moment, so she naturally had a displeased expression.
“Didn’t you want to find Duke Oran’s legacy? Why are you staying here?”
“Miss Verafia, are you saying we should ‘go’ forward?”
Elishia looked at the young girl and asked, “But this is clearly not the ‘City of Blood’, nor is it Ranteja where we were before.”
“Hmph… not the ‘City of Blood’?”
Verafia sneered contemptuously, “Human girl, do you perhaps think that everything you see before you is Oran’s memory?”
“Isn’t it?” Elishia frowned slightly.
“Of course not… I’ve always said that everything here is truly happening and truly exists, including everyone and everything you see, including the city before. And, this certainly does not exist in past time.”
Ig remembered the words his young lady had told him more than once. He looked around, the entire world displaying huge, fluctuating ripples… as if it were a boiling sea.
“Are you trying to say?”
Verafia raised her gorgeous golden eyes.
“Of course, it is that everything in this world… is a product of Oran’s emotions. Although his spirit has long been dormant, it is by no means unresponsive.”
The time in the sky seemed to freeze for a moment.
Ig saw the white-armored swordsman hand over the ancestral blood he was holding to the tall armored warrior. The noisy sounds in his ears suddenly amplified, like the roar of thunder.
All the colors of the world quickly swept away, and then became chaotic again… To Ig, it felt like the scene of Ranteja City before, directly erased.
“Let’s go.”
The girl’s crisp voice sounded in the auditory void. Verafia lowered her steps and suddenly turned her golden eyes to Elishia, who couldn’t help but ponder.
“Also, human… ignore that I told you, the ‘City of Blood’ you mentioned, we have actually always been in it.”