I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 201

Chapter 201 Old Body
“Young Lady, we are here under the Duke’s orders to eliminate the bandits who caused trouble tonight.”
The general replied respectfully, “As for Lord Eloan, he is currently in the city handling the aftermath, but with the Grand Duke and Marquis Keso of Bluranenburg personally overseeing, there will be no danger.”
“As expected… even, you are waiting for me here.”
Elishia’s voice was cold, and her beautiful golden eyes showed a faint disappointment. “Father already knew. Did he instruct you?”
The general didn’t know how to respond for a moment, but soon, a young girl’s voice answered for him.
“Elishia, I gave the order.”
Taking off her tattered cloak, a girl with blue-silver hair touching her shoulders stepped beside Elishia. Sharlotte turned her face towards Elishia’s gazing golden eyes and lowered her head slightly, saying.
“Elishia, I asked the Duke to wait. If you want to blame someone, let me bear it.”
A slender figure also appeared. Ophi looked at the two who had suddenly become tense, and couldn’t help but flick her beautiful dragon tail, blinking her eyes in confusion.
As a girl of the Dragon Clan, she really didn’t understand why her first good friend had suddenly become angry, but she didn’t know how to ask. By chance, she turned her small face and saw a familiar person beside her, so she extended her small hand and poked Ig forcefully.
“Um, Ig, Elishia… what’s wrong with her?”
The Ice Dragon Girl’s voice was soft and sweet, very pleasant to hear. Moreover, although she was hit by Oran’s blood spear, her injury was not serious at all, so she quickly recovered her spirits, looked at Ig with her crystal-clear big eyes sparkling.
Ig shrugged, and only smiled at the Ice Dragon Girl.
From Elishia’s words, it was not difficult to guess. It was probably because Sharlotte wanted to deliberately lure out the Abyss Church and the Bloodwind Blade’s actions, and thus allowed them to act, even fanning the flames.
Of course, Ig would definitely not say it. He was just a minor character who had barely reached Silver, how could he dare to manage the conflicts between these favored daughters of heaven?
Elishia said nothing, her eyes staring at the girl’s face, and Sharlotte remained silent. Elishia’s jade-like slender fingers touched the hilt of “Fular”.
The silver-armored knight general’s heart pounded in his throat, wanting to intervene. On one hand, she was his lord’s daughter, but even if Elishia killed him, he would never dare to let the Princess get hurt in Elishia’s hands!
Elishia pressed her fingertips on the sword hilt, and the beautiful, pure white sword body, like strings of a zither, rippled with subtle waves.
Elishia suddenly looked up again, seriously at her friend beside her: “Charle, I have always treated you as a friend, not a princess. If one day I have to use honorifics for you, I will be very sad.”
Sharlotte nodded. The knight general breathed a sigh of relief.
Elishia walked to Ig’s side, and the sparks touched her seemingly weak and pale cheek, but it added a few more ethereal beauties.
Elishia softened her voice, “Ig, Miss Verafia doesn’t seem to be here… Why don’t you come back with us, and I’ll help you find her?”
Ig had already looked around for a while, and even used his talent “Appraisal”, but he couldn’t find any trace of that Miss Phoenix at all. However, Ig wasn’t too anxious.
As for whether this Miss Phoenix would be in danger…
Ig didn’t worry at all, let alone that the flame mark the girl left on him was still intact. Without this little phoenix by his side, he could live for a while longer without being oppressed.
How could Ig refuse such a great thing?
So Ig agreed without any hesitation.
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The vast sky was silent, and the blood-colored curtain was swallowed by faint light. Verafia closed her long eyelashes. Between her brilliant golden sun and silky smooth hair, there seemed to be flow of pure gold luster, faintly filled with reverence and unreachable power.
At the same time as Ig and the Blood Sword Swordsman finished their battle, she had also completely absorbed Oran’s Divine Source Crystal. She opened her golden eyes and shifted them slightly. The Blood Sword Swordsman drew his illusory long sword, and bright sword light cleaved down from the top of the world.
“Lott, that young man used your flame to sever the path to legend. Is this the choice you wish to see?” The tall figure with robes and blood-colored hair walked back to the girl’s side and asked.
Verafia’s beautiful eyes looked at Duke Oran, and she nodded lightly. It was rare to be able to show her true face instead of a disguise, and Verafia had no intention of hiding her thoughts.
“If I were Lothel, I would appreciate his choice and praise it, thinking it was the correct path. Of course, as Verafia, I am also happy to see his character like this.”
Duke Oran shook his head. When the girl spoke, she was assuming her past self… this clearly meant that her current view was completely different.
Duke Oran looked at the girl’s noble and magnificent face, and the golden flames shining in her golden eyes, and suddenly spoke:
“Lott, that young man… you have kept him by your side since you revived. I think your purpose is not just to use him as your successor to attract Caster’s attention, right?”
Beneath Verafia’s gorgeous dress, her fair and delicate wrist suddenly paused. The girl seemed to lower her cheek slightly, her flawless tender skin tinged with the shadows of dense and long eyelashes. Oran looked at her:
“What do you plan to do with him?”
Verafia raised her golden eyes and said, “Teacher Oran. You can see that as long as he does not pose a threat to me, I have no ill will towards him.”
“I have no doubts, but you are facing Lancaster. He will surely encounter danger.”
“I will protect him,” Verafia’s voice was clear, and she immediately replied.
Oran’s gaze did not move away, his tone as if questioning: “But, what if you must sacrifice him?”
“…”
This time, Verafia did not answer, but remained silent. She was unwilling to lie.
Duke Oran shook his head. Verafia’s silent attitude at this moment was equivalent to telling her answer. But Oran was not surprised.
Although Verafia was currently in a gentle and peaceful beautiful state, Oran had truly felt her killing intent.
Oran did not doubt that if he insisted on allying with the Abyss Church, Verafia would truly cut them both with flames and swords, as she had said to the Bard.
This was also why Verafia felt guilty towards Oran later.
Just as Verafia herself said, she now was by no means the former Lothel, but as Verafia, she had come solely for revenge.
Of course, Oran didn’t really care that much. He looked at the girl again, his former disciple, and shook his head, smiling and saying:
“I now have nothing to offer, I can only wish you all the best on your path. Lott, I have one more request: before you leave, please take her with you.”