I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 335

Chapter 335 Chapter 129 Determination
“You mean the white light on that mage?”
Upon hearing the young man’s reminder, Verafia tilted her head slightly, her delicate jade fingertips playing with her hair. She seemed to be recalling, “Hmm, although I can’t be completely sure, it does seem quite similar to the Holy Light Power in the church you took us to this morning. Moreover, at the very beginning, Flarn was burned by his spell…”
Ig’s gaze shifted to Flarn, who was sitting beside the young lady, looking up at him quietly. The silver-haired, blood-eyed girl nodded gently and said,
“Yes, Sister said it right. The mage’s initial spells did carry a lot of the aura of Divine Light Arts. Ig, are you perhaps suspecting that this Church of the Dead Word is related to the Holy Light Church in Lorinc?”
“The Holy Light Church in Lorinc… Perhaps that mage is related, but at least Patel has no reason to secretly organize such a heretical organization.”
Ig shook his head. He had also considered if Bishop Patel’s words that morning were a tactic of feigned disinterest, but he hadn’t found anything suspicious.
The black-haired young man then looked up and smiled at Flarn, “On the way back, I told Father about Bishop Patel. Father has dispatched a messenger to the church. If that mage is indeed related to the Holy Light Church, perhaps some trace can be found.”
Speaking of which, Bishop Patel’s reason for forming an alliance was to gain the support of the lord’s military force. Perhaps this purple-robed bishop had already found some clues before.
With that thought, Ig could only shake his head. Clearly, at his level, he was completely incapable of getting involved in such decisions, but he always had a vague sense of unease… It seemed that things were not as simple as he thought.
“Besides this Church of the Dead Word, there’s one more person!”
The girl’s clear and melodious voice, like that of a meadowlark, made Ig look up. He saw Verafia’s porcelain-white, exquisite little face. She jumped down from the bed, her small boots tapping out a crisp sound on the floor. Her pair of lively big eyes looked at him, “It’s that Douglas.”
When he heard that name, Ig fell silent. Besides Verafia, the other young ladies in the room couldn’t help but cast their gazes upon him. Although the young man made no sound, everyone knew the intense emotions churning within him.
After a long while, Ig slowly raised his head, looked at the girl’s gorgeous, scorching gold pupils, and nodded, “Yes, Young Lady. It’s Douglas.”
The Ice Dragon Girl immediately jumped to the ground. Her small, exquisite ice-blue dragon horns reflected the lamplight from the dome. A pair of beautiful eyes, like frost-blue gems, looked at the young man, “Is this person the enemy you’ve always talked about, Ig? Hmm, did he do many bad things to you!”
Although Ophyliis had a good first impression of the red-haired, handsome human youth who had blocked the mage’s sacrifice attack, upon learning that he was an enemy of her friend, the Ice Dragon Girl’s little head tried its best to imagine all sorts of bad things and attribute them to Douglas.
Ig reached out and touched the Ice Dragon Girl’s small horn, startling her and making her lift her little head. He forced a smile as if relaxed, “Little Fei, you don’t need to worry. Between Douglas and me, there aren’t actually that many grudges… Otherwise, he wouldn’t have had to block the attack for me back then.”
“Tch, even this idiot little ice dragon wouldn’t believe your intense hatred. Also, this young lady knows that it was this guy Douglas who almost had you burned to death on this young lady’s territory.”
Verafia’s merciless dismantling made Ig smile awkwardly.
He remembered that Miss Phoenix knew more or less about the feud between him and Douglas. At the very least, it was because he was pushed into the fire by mercenaries hired by Douglas that he was able to meet this noble yet charming young lady.
“Looking at your expression… How about this young lady goes and gives him a good beating, the kind that makes him never dare to appear before you again!”
Seeing the young lady before him waving her pure white little fists, Ig couldn’t help but smile, but he shook his head, “No. Even if you were to burn him to death, Young Lady, it wouldn’t change much and would actually be disadvantageous to you.”
“Hey, what do you mean by that?”
Verafia gently pulled her delicate, soft golden hair, revealing a fair face illuminated by a moonbeam from outside the window, looking somewhat confused.
Flan’s ruby-like eyes flickered slightly. She walked closer to the young lady and gently took her hand, saying softly, “Sister, Ig probably means that this Douglas doesn’t just represent himself.”
Verafia’s eyes couldn’t help but turn, and she looked at the young man beside her.
Ig nodded, “When I was very young, Douglas was fostered in Lorinc. The person who raised him was my grandfather, the previous Marquis. It was also at that time that Douglas and Shire’s engagement was set.”
“You mean…”
“Just as you thought, Young Lady.”
Ig looked at the girl tilting her head, appearing to be in thought, and let out a laugh. His gaze shifted past the window, towards the main hall of the palace banquet, illuminated by the overlapping weaves and bright lights under the serene night sky rendered by the moonlight. It was as if he could see that red-haired youth talking loudly amidst his allies.
Ig clenched his fist and added, “Or perhaps there’s more. The clan might disagree with Father’s estrangement from His Majesty the King… And Douglas is undoubtedly close to the King. Perhaps, in their eyes, letting Shire marry the King’s favorite official would bring the family closer to the King.”
Verafia’s scorching gold eyes trembled slightly. Ophyliis, after hearing the young man’s words, recalled the confrontation between Marquis Mays and Yagmein that she had overheard that night. Even she understood now.
“Hmm, Ig, you mean that the King of your human race is actually behind Douglas, and he wants your sister to marry this person? That’s why you said that even if we killed Douglas, it wouldn’t have any effect?”
Her frost-blue eyes looked at Ig, and Ophyliis couldn’t help but recall the apprehension her father showed when mentioning the King of the human kingdom before they left, as well as his admonishments to her.
“Just as Little Fei said.”
Ig turned his head to look at the girl, who was gazing at him with bright big eyes. His right hand touched the hilt of the End sword on the table, and the slightly cool touch under the serene moonlight entered his perception.
Ig paused slightly, then smiled reassuringly at Verafia.
“So, thank you, Young Lady, for wanting to stand up for me. However, this Douglas issue, I think I’ll have to deal with it myself.”