I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 321

“A… Blood Race?”
Shiel let out a faint sound, and her expression instantly became tense.
Although the other party looked very young, the fact that she could appear in her room silently and only be noticed just now already explained many things.
“Her name is Flarn.”
The silver-haired blood race girl retracted the bat wings behind her, extended her hand and touched the glass on the window, gliding her slender body into Shiel’s boudoir, and then raised her small face to correct her.
“You… are the girl next to Brother?”
Only when Shiel saw the girl’s face did she recognize that she was the silver-haired girl who followed her brother and that woman named Verafia.
She carefully sized up the girl, who was wearing an exquisite small dress and had a delicate face like a doll. The girl was much younger than Shiel had imagined, and could completely be called a child.
If Shiel were to ignore Flarn’s bat wings and demonic aura, she would want to hold her and nuzzle her small, doll-like face.
“Of course, these cannot be ignored. In the young girl, there surged a ripple of demonic power called ‘blood’, which made her feel a sense of shock.
Let alone not having her staff in hand, Shiel even thought that even if she prepared herself seriously and was at her peak, she probably wouldn’t be an opponent…
“You seemed to be crying just now?” The blood race girl’s tender voice appeared in the quiet air, like the cold moon in the night sky.
“Oh my.”
Shiel realized she had been thinking randomly again, and hearing the girl’s reminder, she quickly wiped her eyes, her small face flushing red, and said in embarrassment and anger:
“This is my room, I can do whatever I want! But why did you run here!”
This girl seemed very close to Verafia, so Shiel didn’t need to be nice to her. Shiel’s lips pouted, and she thought to herself defiantly.
“Is that so?”
Flarn’s ruby-red pupils looked at the silver-haired long-haired girl’s expression, and suddenly said, “Is it because of Ig?”
“Um! How could that be? He’s my brother, and besides, Brother clearly likes Miss Vera…”
Shiel trailed off, realizing she had let it slip.
She was silent for a moment, then suddenly threw away the staff she was holding. The expensive and gorgeous staff fell to the floor with a crisp sound.
All her life, Shiel had been taught etiquette, but she no longer wanted to maintain it and slumped onto the ground in despair.
“Wuwu, I just don’t want Brother to leave me… to be snatched away by that woman… Even though Brother has always been with me… Okay! That’s it, you can laugh at me now!”
Shiel’s sobbing was intermittent, tears flowed from her red eyes and slid down her tender skin.
Flarn stood in front of her, quietly listening to the girl’s outburst, extending her small hand towards Shiel.
“Eh? What are you doing…”
The girl couldn’t help but be stunned, looking at the girl in front of her, who seemed even younger than her, and couldn’t figure out what was happening for a moment.
“I can help you.”
Flan looked at Shiel and said earnestly in her tender voice, “Ig and Big Sister are not suitable.”
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A strong white light made Verafia wake up, followed by a dizzying sense of fogginess.
“What is this…”
Her head ached, making her instinctively reach out to support her forehead. What met her gaze was an elaborately decorated carriage window. Outside, there was a road paved with pure white stones.
This was a scene from her memory. But Verafia felt a sense of unreality, as if she had woken up from a very long dream, and it seemed that this place should not be so beautiful…
“What am I supposed to do?”
The carriage axle suddenly stopped. Then, what appeared in her eyes was a black-haired young man. The young man had a refined face, and his smile made her feel a sense of intimacy. The young man smiled at her and said, “Young Lady, we have arrived at the Royal Palace.”
What did he call me… Young Lady?
Wait, I remember now… This is the Royal Capital, the palace, it’s the Royal Palace of Peka… I drew the Sacred Sword and defeated the Demon King… Then, then, the King told me that Princess Filir was willing to marry me.
The doubts in her mind were instantly dispelled by joy. Verafia forgot how she responded. The next time she opened her eyes, she saw the Royal Court decorated with flowers, crystals, and treasures, a luxurious red carpet laid on the golden floor, and the King enthroned on a resplendent throne.
The wedding. But shouldn’t it be held in the main cathedral?
The moment this doubt arose in Verafia’s mind, it was dispelled. She saw that next to the King were the Pope in his red ceremonial robe and a nun in her Saintess robe. They were all her comrades. Iris was a gentle and pure girl like the soft dawn light, and the Pope, he was…
Verafia turned her head slightly. Beside her, the noble and pure wedding dress was adorned with a delicate and slender girl as captivating as a white iris. Her dazzling silver hair, cascading like a waterfall, was styled into a beautiful hairstyle. Behind a thin and pure veil, the girl’s faint smile made Verafia’s heart feel sweet.
It was like a dream, yes, my wedding… The princess like a white iris, and my friends, what regrets are there?
Verafia also curled her lips into a small smile.
The ceremonial music began at some point. After the prayers of the priests and nuns, which were as beautiful as singing, the King walked down from his throne to her.
“Hero Lothel Traysis, do you take my daughter, the First Princess of Peka Kingdom, Filir Pergadan, as your lawful wife, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health?”
Verafia was stunned for a moment before realizing that the King was calling her name.
However, for some reason, what she thought of at this moment was the black-haired young man she had seen in the carriage earlier. Wait, what was his name…?
Now was not the time for random thoughts.
Verafia nodded and said, “Yes. Your Majesty the King.”
“Very good.”
The King’s voice, majestic and deep, quickly became young and powerful. Verafia looked up, and the King’s face rapidly faded, revealing golden hair and a chiseled face like a crown jade.
The young King looked at her, his smile as dazzling as the sun in the purest golden light.
“Lancaster?” Verafia recognized this companion from her memory.
Wait… He’s the King?
The King’s face became ferocious. He suddenly pulled out a scorching white sword, and the golden light rapidly melted into the blade’s edge, as magnificent and blazing as the light of dawn!
Time began to slow down.
Verafia reached out her hand, wanting to block. Her gaze suddenly fell upon a slender and lustrous small hand in front of her, as delicate as mutton-fat jade. It looked like a girl’s.
She couldn’t help but look at the endless light before her, reflecting in it was a peerlessly beautiful, slender, and tender girl facing the edge of the light.
“Lothel, I sentence you for treason.”
The King’s voice carried endless majesty. Verafia clutched the Sacred Sword in her embrace, and suddenly, the golden light on the sword hilt flashed, piercing her palm.
The golden light slashed down.
The entire magnificent court was instantly engulfed. After a burst of dazzling light, an endless, impenetrable darkness began to writhe… The pure white skirt of the White Iris Princess was torn, and the golden-edged robe of the Saintess was stained.
An endless, piercing chill surged like a tide.
No!!
She struggled to raise her head, and what she happened to see was the flame burning after the endless darkness. The ocean of flames still did not have the slightest warmth, and a giant force dragged her down.
All the dark scenes appeared in her mind. Betrayal, shame, unwillingness, hatred, like a vast net, tightly intertwined and shaped her in the stagnant time… She gradually became as silent as ice, and the color of temperature flowed away from her eyes.
That’s how it is. She curled her lips and showed a smile devoid of warmth.
At this moment, it was as if a stone fell into calm, unrippled water. She happened to look up and saw a familiar young man’s face.
Verafia’s mind suddenly recalled the name of the young man she hadn’t remembered before.
“…Ig?”
Verafia suddenly opened her eyes. The soft colors of the breaking dawn adorned the gently waking night sky. In front of her, she saw the exact same young man’s face as before, which startled her. Her slender lotus feet instinctively kicked the young man.
But she didn’t manage to kick him. Soon, Verafia shamefully realized that her hands were still tightly hugging the young man’s arm, and her delicate body was leaning into his embrace.
“Young Lady, you’re awake?”
Ig’s voice came. He had already woken up when Verafia kicked him. Seeing the girl’s expression when he opened his eyes, he inwardly cried out that it was not good, and said with forced composure.
“Hey, you guy, why are you in my room, on my bed, and even…”
Verafia glared at the young man, her delicate face flushed with shame and anger, almost unable to utter the rest of her words.
She had also discovered that even her skirt had been removed, and only thin underwear remained on her delicate, fair skin.
“Haha, well, Young Lady, let me explain. You were drunk yesterday, so I brought you to this room… Also, you seemed to be having a nightmare and were holding onto me tightly… Haha…”
The black-haired young man forced a smile, his voice of defense becoming stammering.
Ig was also trembling with fear as he discovered that the soft and delicate body of the girl in his embrace, his own shameful lower body, had coincidentally and disgracefully rekindled, gradually hardening like scorching steel, poking the girl’s delicate and smooth abdomen like a firm, large spear.
The girl’s delicate lotus feet kicked him hard. This time, she directly kicked Ig off the bed.