I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 183

Chapter 183 Chapter 101
The firelight that flashed in the darkness illuminated, and the hair of Dawn’s Golden Radiance passed over her slender shoulders, her luxurious golden eyes, like two bright moons in the night sky, were perfectly embedded in the maiden’s face.
The colorless and solidified darkness seemed to melt under the maiden’s intense fire, becoming active and surging.
“Envoy of the Abyss… come out.”
The maiden’s voice was delicate and cold, yet more pleasant than the most beautiful lute.
“You already sensed me long ago. I don’t know if it was at the first tavern, or in this city that stirred the waves? Regardless, Miss Verafia, it is an honor to meet you here.”
A male voice from the silent darkness carried a clear chuckle. Verafia’s golden eyes showed no emotion, “You are not afraid.”
“Perhaps before this, my courage would have been even more abundant. I had guessed at your identity before, but I never imagined you would be so noble.”
“My identity?” Verafia raised her pupils, and golden flames ignited in an instant.
“In legends, reborn from the flames, slumbering for ages in dreams… those are just ancient legends. However, you have reappeared in the world in the name of the Phoenix, your name… no, princess most luxurious in flames, throughout the entire Abyss, only the Saintess can converse with you equally.”
The bard emerged from the darkness, still with a long sword at his waist, his cloak completely removed, and he bowed humbly and respectfully to the maiden.
“Your Highness the Princess, Dylan the ‘Slothful’, it is my honor to behold your esteemed presence here. Please allow me to pay my respects to the Abyss.”
“Princess… Hmph.”
The maiden did not deny it, tilting her face slightly, illuminated by the light, she appeared exceptionally cold. Verafia raised her gaze:
“The title ‘Slothful’ doesn’t seem to suit you… The one who attacked me with a sword in that tavern earlier, it was you too. And, Bard, what about that woman?”
“You already knew… but please forgive me, Your Highness. As I said at the time, perhaps we can have more opportunities to discuss. As for ‘Miss Verodia’…”
Dylan bowed respectfully under the maiden’s gaze, “You don’t need to worry, she is still far away in Rubiel. Moreover, even from the beginning, we have never had the slightest ill will towards you.”
“Of course, I don’t care. The traces left behind by Oran in this world, you personally handed them over to the Blood Blade, Oran’s surviving bloodline and his former guards, and you also protected them. Even to hand over the key to this place to me, you two even went to such lengths with such a ridiculous charade.”
The maiden’s pure golden eyes fell on the other’s face, her voice like pleasant strings, as clear and cold as a flowing icy stream.
“Miss Verafia, please forgive us. After all, the entire world is a nation of Sacred Light, even if it has fallen and become corrupt… its power is still not something that our mere Abyss can stop. The King of the Sacred Sword may know of our existence, but he cannot grasp our traces.”
The bard said, “Of course, I believe His Majesty, the King of the Sacred Sword, also knows our intentions.”
“Lancaster… that’s natural. Even his daughter has personally brought the Sacred Sword. But after this, what are you planning to conclude?”
Verafia snorted, then asked, “The lord here is one of your people, perhaps Lancaster might secretly approve of your actions, but I don’t think he can allow Abyss followers to hold positions of power in his territory.”
Dylan said, “If Lord Linton were willing, Verodia might be able to take him far away before the Sacred Light and the Black Sword arrive. However, I don’t think this ‘[Fox Wolf]’ would be someone who undervalues power.”
“Just say you abandoned him! Alright, Dylan, I’ve asked enough. Since you’ve arrived, show me what you’ve got!”
As the maiden’s voice echoed, countless golden flames instantly condensed in the dark world, dazzling and magnificent, yet with a dangerous aura, casting fiery light on the bard’s handsome face.
“Princess of Flames, although your nobility is far beyond what I can reach, this is ultimately not your territory.”
Dylan extended his hand, and an obscure yet immense ripple suddenly surged through space. Verafia’s gaze trembled, she clearly perceived the surrounding chaotic and solidified colors rapidly dissolving, the palace flagstones, the blood-crowned throne unfolding like a scroll.
Verafia saw the tall figure seated high on the throne, he slowly opened his eyes as if about to awaken.
“It’s him…”
The bard’s gaze also turned to the immortal figure seated high on the throne.
“You misunderstand, Miss Verafia, what we are pursuing is different. You have come for the power of Duke Oran, while we merely wish to meet him.”
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Bronze against Immortal, advantage is ours!
Even Igert only dared to think such a thing.
The black-haired young man drew his sword without the slightest hesitation, taking a step towards Duke Oran, who seemed to still be in chaos, holding his long sword high.
“However, this sword still contains Miss Verafia’s power.”
Golden flames flowed, and Igert had almost never felt such immense and powerful energy.
Igert did not doubt that if he could bring Verafia’s power outside, even if he encountered that hateful Douglas, he could undoubtedly kill him with one sword.
But the enemy before him was still Duke Oran, who could be called the Progenitor of the Blood Race!
After the power of Verafia and Duke Oran to forcibly tear space was annihilated, Igert stopped his sword, and the blood sword knight, whose aura was almost insignificant, was only one step away. Igert pressed the hilt and lifted it heavily.
“Boom!”
The blade of the End seemed to cut through thin paper, easily tearing through the released blood light, and the brilliant gold flames roared. In an instant, all the blood light in the air was burned away, and the image of the damaged, dying swordsman reappeared in his gaze.
Under the enhancement of the golden flames, the rapidly descending sword edge seemed as if it could cleave his sluggish body in the next moment.
“That little phoenix indeed didn’t deliberately send me to my death. But, is it really an advantage for me?”
A broken long sword suddenly appeared before him, colliding with the End, forcibly halting the youth’s attack. Igert’s eyes narrowed, he turned his wrist, and the straight blade flashed with a dazzling fiery light as he swung downwards!
“Boom!”
The sword light of the End, carrying blazing flames, ignited amidst the dense bloodiness. However, even after the blood color was burned away, the blade, with only its cold metallic gleam, easily tore through the immensely powerful flames and then struck the End!
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My thoughts are a bit messy… this is written poorly.