I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 187

Chapter 187 Chapter 105 A Covenant?
“Envoy of the Abyss, since you have inherited the title of ‘Sloth,’ you are naturally qualified to speak before me. Speak, envoy of the Abyss, what business do you and your Saintess have to discuss?”
The Blood Race Duke, seated on high, spoke in a flat tone, yet his voice echoed like thunder throughout the entire space.
“Our mission and intentions are, as you know, as clear as a mirror. In the current world, people still revere sacred light, but… this is merely a remnant of former days, a seemingly prosperous cage.”
The black-robed envoy of the Abyss shook his head and said,
“However, facing the Sacred Sword King, it is naturally difficult for the Abyss alone to resist… Lord Oran, perhaps our pursuits differ, but we share a common enemy. Our and the Saintess’s vision is naturally to form the unfinished covenant with you from fifty years ago.”
On the other side, Verafia subtly blinked her eyelashes, the bard’s voice also echoing in her ears. In mid-air, the Blood Race Duke’s voice suddenly sounded.
“You still fear Lancaster… However, fifty years ago, I also rejected your words. You are not just facing Lancaster alone—what confidence do you have to challenge a world?”
“You chose to trust the Sacred Sword King… but what was the final outcome?”
Dylan retorted. He looked directly at the tall figure on the throne.
“As for your doubts… this world is changing. Lord Oran, you have been elevated. Even being here, you must know: on this entire continent, the authority of sacred light appears brilliant and dazzling, but under the means of countless fallen ones and ambitious individuals, it has long been shattered.”
“Whether humans, elves, dwarves, or beastmen, the aftermath of the war a hundred years ago that has not dissipated will also gather into monstrous waves… You once said our power was insignificant to this world. Facing the torrent of the entire world, even if the King of Peka still wields the Sacred Sword, he cannot stand alone against the flood.”
The blood-colored voice from on high gazed at the envoy under the black robe, and the other’s voice continued to come.
“Moreover, the Saintess told me, ‘The ancient will is about to awaken.'”
Dylan’s gaze shifted to the other side. In the radiance of the fireworks, he slightly bowed his head to the exquisite maiden, who was beyond all touch.
“With the end of the legends of deities, the elves once established a Golden Era that dominated an age, but they rapidly declined with the rise of the Era of Light… A thousand years after that, who can deny that at this moment, as the storm of impact arrives, a power that will change the world’s pattern will descend?”
Verafia raised her face and let out a soft哼. In mid-air, the Blood Race Grand Duke was silent for a long time before slowly speaking.
“However, your Saintess still joins forces with me.”
“It should be so. Lord Oran, you are a legendary hero. The subjects of the Sacred Sword King have forgotten your achievements, but this cannot erase them from the river of history. If you had not stepped into the realm of the immortal, but had completely perished under the Sacred Sword, we would have been regretful for life.”
The Blood Race Grand Duke uttered, “But as you said, I have long since passed away.”
The bard shook his head, “Having transcended the realm of immortality, you should know better than I that even the power of the Sacred Sword cannot change it. Since your passing, we have been planning for this…”
“So, Abyss, you intend to resurrect him?”
A pleasant maiden’s voice suddenly appeared in the air, interrupting Dylan’s words with coldness. The bard turned his head, and in the glow of the flames, the golden-eyed pupils of the maiden’s beautiful face were filled with hostility.
“Envoy of the Abyss, this maiden is—”
The Blood Race Duke’s gaze fell upon the maiden’s perfect and luxurious delicate body, adorned by a luxurious long dress. But Verafia ignored him. The colorful flame feathers at the hem of her long dress gleamed splendidly. Her skirt slightly lifted, revealing a section of fair and shapely skin, obscured by the surging flames.
The moment the maiden’s lotus feet touched the ground, fire lotuses rippled, and brilliant gold and fiery light emanated from her, extinguishing the divine power of blood.
“Lord Oran, as you can see. Miss Verafia is indeed here for your inheritance. But she did not know that you are still alive.”
The bard bowed slightly to the Blood Race Duke and explained the maiden’s situation understandingly. The Blood Race Duke nodded in comprehension.
However, the maiden was not to be appeased. In the domain of burning golden light and flames, Verafia’s eyes regarded the bard who had turned his head with hostility, but her cheeks were filled with arrogance as she tilted her head and looked down from above.
“Dylan, you said you wanted to cooperate with me. Is this how you intend to do it?”
Verafia scoffed disdainfully.
“You calculated to bring me here… were your previous words meant to pressure me with this long-dead immortal? Ridiculous. Even if this is the domain of the ancestor of the Blood Race, and even if he also stepped into immortality, Dylan, you can try, to see if you can get your wish.”
“You misunderstand, Miss Verafia. As I said before, from the very beginning, we harbored no ill will towards you.”
Dylan said, “As for calculating you… I believe, given your nobility, if you did not also intend to use this to reach Lord Oran’s domain, we would never have been able to force you in the slightest.”
Verafia snorted coldly, but in her pupils, the flickering flames still held extreme danger.
“As for your desires…”
Dylan paused, then bowed to the maiden again and said.
“Your Highness the Princess, with your noble status, even thousands of historical lights are like dust. Oran’s inheritance falling into the mortal world may cause slaughter, but for you, it is no different from sand and stones. Allow me to boldly guess—you have not been resurrected for long, hence the need for that young man’s cover.”
“As for your desires, I believe that among Lord Oran’s remnants, only the ‘Divine Source’ he left behind after stepping into immortality is worthy of your attention.”
Verafia’s expression turned unsightly. She raised her face, and the magnificent flames in mid-air surged, her gaze falling sharply on the black-robed envoy. Her voice, as melodious as bells, was filled with coldness and oppression.
“So, what do you want to say?”
“Before departing, the Saintess instructed me and ‘Envy’ to pay attention to you… I believe she also guessed your existence.”
The bard looked up directly at the noble maiden in the flames, his expression, while humble and respectful, also carried an extra layer of solemnity.
“Most noble princess of the flames—allow me to promise you, we have the ability to make Lord Oran’s figure reappear in this world. Your desires, the Abyss can naturally fulfill for you.
“As long as you are willing to form an alliance with us.”