I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 288

Chapter 288: Farewells
During a few exchanges between Verafia and Chrisis, Blade, standing at the forefront and confronting Ig directly, cast a dismissive glance, temporarily concluding the brief conflict.
Sir Sean, a high knight of the Holy Temple, called out to Chrisis, who was clearly a nun of the Church, to inquire about the specific incident.
“Miss Vera…”
Ig took a deep breath, suppressing the emotions in his chest, turned, and walked back to Verafia’s side, continuing to explain what he had not finished saying before.
“What do you want me for, you punk! I only followed you for fun, don’t expect me to do anything else!”
Verafia’s apricot eyes narrowed, and her expression on her snow-white delicate face appeared full of angry resentment.
Ig immediately shut his mouth. Ig might have had the courage to maintain his dignity with others… but in front of this Miss Phoenix beside him, he didn’t dare to talk back.
Although he didn’t know where he had offended this young lady in such a short time, his years of experience told him that it was best not to ask any more questions… Even if he was in the right, if he angered this little phoenix, wouldn’t he be even worse off?
The side became quiet, and Verafia slightly processed what Chrisis had said, a gentle arc picking up on her porcelain-white snowy face.
The young girl reached out her slender hand and stroked the soft silver hair of Fran, who was quietly staying beside her, her pair of golden eyes falling on the knight commander and the silver-robed nun who were conversing.
Within a few hushed words from Chrisis, on the other side, Divine Light Arts and high-level holy water were cast without regard for consumption, releasing a large amount of life-giving power filled with light, with pure white and golden brilliance shimmering and interweaving in the darkness.
Verafia extended her slender finger and gently touched a streak of holy light that had spilled in front of her. The brilliant gold radiance dispersed into pure light power. The girl slightly raised her scorching golden pupils, gazing at the blue and white-haired girl surrounded by the clerics.
With such power, Verafia felt it could truly revive a dead person. Even for Archmage Vicena, healing her injuries was clearly not a problem, but…
Soon, Vicena slowly opened her eyes, which were filled with weakness. Dofiraia, who had already proven her identity, hurried forward, knelt beside Vicena, and began to converse with her.
In response, Verafia merely shook her head, feeling bored. Her pair of scorching golden eyes shifted back. Coincidentally, Chrisis’s tone stopped, and she had just finished explaining to the great knight commander.
“…Miss Chrisis, did you meet Young Master Ig during an emergency dispatch?”
The great knight commander’s deep gaze shifted to the slender body of the young girl beneath the silver-robed nun’s habit. Chrisis nodded, and then the knight continued:
“According to your descriptions, this destroyed village was most likely destroyed by this fiend to counter Lord Vicena, by draining their vitality. Moreover, you also encountered a traitor of Fran, Hodrea… his magic level is only crystal, but he seems to have some connection with the Abyss…”
The knight commander’s brow furrowed. The matter of the chief mage of Peka being severely injured was far beyond what he could participate in as a mere bystander… But if the name “Hodrea” was added, it was likely that not only the King, but even the Empire’s Emperor and the Holy See would be alarmed.
Sir Sean finally shook his head and turned his gaze back to the black-haired youth beside him, saying, “Regardless, these two matters are definitely connected. Young Master Ig, since Lord Marquis has not yet returned from chasing the fiend, why don’t you and these ladies return to Lorincel with us first?”
Ig’s gaze shifted, and from the corner of his eye, he saw Verafia’s profile illuminated by the golden light. He shook his head and said,
“No need for your concern, Sir Sean. Since Father is not here, Miss Vera and I can return by ourselves… I believe my uncle and the others will definitely be prepared for my return.”
Although he was a knight of the Church, Sean had heard about the family affairs of the Marquis who ruled the territory beneath his feet.
Coincidentally, Vicena had closed her eyes, which were filled with weakness, and Dofiraia stood up and returned to this side.
Thus, the knight commander pretended not to hear Blade, the young knight, respond to Ig with a smile laced with mockery. He looked at Dofiraia and said, “Since Young Master Ig is unwilling, then, Miss Dofi, why don’t you return with us? Lord Vicena is weak and will need your care on the journey.”
But Dofiraia shook her head, “I am already very relieved that Teacher is by your side and the many clerics. Just now, Teacher also instructed me to refine that magic potion as soon as possible, so I will not delay your and Teacher’s time. I will travel with Ig and the others.”
Dofiraia’s words made Ig raise his head, startled. He had never heard Dofiraia mention anything related to this.
Ig’s gaze fell on Verafia’s profile beside him. The girl had her arms crossed, and her delicate face, as lustrous as jade, was filled with an expression of indifference, as if she already knew.
Dofiraia’s answer clearly exceeded the great knight commander’s expectations. However, he had only mentioned it casually, and since the girl refused, there was naturally no reason to force her.
Thus, the great knight commander nodded in response, turned around, and instructed the attendant knights beside him to leave nearly half of their men here, while the others, including himself, would be responsible for escorting Vicena back to Lorincel.
After bidding farewell to Chrisis, Ig and the others naturally had no intention of staying and also left.
As the divine and glorious radiance gradually faded, the colors of the sky were once again shrouded in the night, and the cold wind, carrying a chill, stirred the surrounding sand and stones.
Ig turned his head, his gaze falling on Dofiraia, who held her staff in her arms, her head slightly lowered.
“Um, Dofiraia! What did you just say about refining a magic potion? What did you mean! I feel like you’re trying to shirk them.”
A clear and pure maiden’s voice sounded. Ophiatics asked the question before Ig, her childlike fair and delicate face flushing slightly, clearly having held back for too long.
Ophiatics naturally felt that this human girl’s words were problematic. However, although she was a bit naturally naive, she clearly knew that Dofiraia was using an excuse to decline, and it was impossible to ask directly in front of that group of cultivators and knights, so she held back until there was no one around before eagerly asking.
“Of course, it’s because of her teacher.”
Fran, who had become much quieter beside Verafia, raised her pair of ruby-like eyes and replied with a pleasant voice tinged with a hint of coolness.