I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 363

Chapter 363 Grand Scholar’s Commentary
The Silver Swordsman stared at Ig, his impassioned tone as commanding as his presence, like a drawn, sharp, and dazzling sword. Ig couldn’t help but look at him several times.
The other party didn’t seem to be very old… not even older than Ig himself. However, his accumulated Dou Qi cultivation was indeed extremely profound, not much inferior to Ig’s before he had advanced to Gold.
One must know that judging from Verafia’s gritted teeth and frustrated expression at the time, the resources spent on Ig had even made the Phoenix Young Lady feel a pang of regret. Yet, the swordsman opposite him hailed from a remote branch family, and the resources he received by birth were destined to be far inferior to Ig’s, which spoke volumes about the other party’s talent or opportunities.
Of course, what captured Ig’s attention the most was still the sharp and piercing will of this young swordsman.
“Your Excellency is joking. Standing here, we are naturally of equal standing. Moreover, I am considered a great gift by many. It wouldn’t be bad if you got me earlier.”
Ig chuckled. He also picked up his sword, suddenly looked up at the other party, a smile appearing on his face. “However, may I know your name?”
The young swordsman was stunned for a moment, then retorted, “Young Master Ig, are you trying to recruit me?”
“One cannot say that, I just want to know.”
Ig shook his head and smiled. He suddenly remembered that his actions were very much like a classic scene from many knight novels, “You should know my status, and I don’t have that many resources to win people over. Of course, if you are unwilling, then consider me to have said nothing.”
Ig was indeed just a whim, asking casually. And, despite being the son of the clan head, his status within the family was nothing special. Of course, if he truly had the intention to build his own team, through his father’s status, it wouldn’t be impossible to give benefits to others… unfortunately, he himself was not interested in this so-called family business.
The swordsman opposite him was silent for a moment. He could tell that Ig was not lying, and then raised his face, “Grayrere.”
“Grayrere… alright, I’ve remembered it.”
Ig smiled, then grabbed his sword, preparing to face the attacks of the others. He didn’t know if it was a premonition, but he always felt that the young man opposite him might be extraordinary.
Although, as he said, Ig indeed had no intention of building his own team, originally, he had indeed mentioned the other party’s name to Marquis Mays, at least so that a capable person wouldn’t be wasted… however, just now, Ig suddenly had a thought in his heart, wanting not to interfere with the other party, and to see how far this young man named “Grayrere” would go.
At that moment, the official referee issued an order. The young swordsman named Greyhol suddenly drew his sword, and a fierce sword qi like a blazing white thunderbolt struck down, colliding with the End that Ig had raised to block, emitting a powerful roar like a surging tide; at the same time, the remaining six people on the field also raised their weapons and attacked each other, the fierce fluctuations of Dou Qi and magic surging like giant waves.
In the Landislofen family’s martial talent assessment, the first round would have a qualification rate of sixty percent. Among them, relying on group free-for-alls, half of the participants would first ensure their promotion, and then compete for the final core spots through pairwise elimination, and those eliminated would also need to compete for the remaining qualifying spots in a similar manner.
Although group free-for-alls often led to familiar people forming alliances or teaming up to eliminate strong opponents first, for the family’s higher-ups, the impact on the selection of the core members was minimal, and this was also considered another form of “fairness,” so they did not pay too much attention to it.
The cheers from friends and family below the entire arena resounded continuously. Even Princess Ophilia, the Ice Dragon Little Princess, clenched her little fists, her fair little face flushed with excitement; of course, there were more cheers from the onlookers.
“The younger generation of the Landislofen family this generation has truly good talent. I remember the last time I came to Lorincle it was ten years ago at the invitation of Lord Eggesti, and there were quite a few outstanding young people then… unfortunately, after so long, only Miss Shiel can be called a treasure.”
In a luxurious pavilion decorated with gold and red silk, a black-clothed ranger, out of place with the surroundings, spoke.
He was only wearing ordinary black cloth robes and an equally ordinary, inconspicuous ancient short sword, but the aura emanating from his robes, like a heavy night, clearly indicating his Saint Rank existence, naturally made anyone dare not to underestimate him.
He was not the only Saint Rank in the entire private room; the other invited guests included richly dressed nobility, and even clerics serving as envoys from the Sacred Light Church.
Clearly, whether in terms of martial prowess or worldly power, the forces they represented were already at the pinnacle of the world.
“Boone, your standards are too high.”
A middle-aged noble walked over, a smile on his face. “Miss Shiel’s talent is such that even Elishia of the Lion family, Dawn, cannot say for sure that she can easily defeat her. If she is used as a standard, then the entire world would be filled with mediocrities.”
“Your Grace.”
“Lord Cambell.”
As the middle-aged noble, addressed as “Duke,” walked over, the people around him paid their respects and greeted him. The Duke also nodded in response.
“Miss Shiel is indeed a rare piece of jade. I wonder which family’s heir will have the honor of plucking this beautiful flower?”
A playful voice rang out, but the atmosphere around them did not respond as he had imagined. Instead, it quickly quieted down, and many people’s gazes fell on the red-haired youth with a smile on his face in the crowd.
Clearly, they knew about the engagement between Shiel, the only daughter of Marquis Mays, and Douglas.
“Your Excellency Douglas.”
Cambell’s gaze fell on the red-haired youth. “May I ask, Governor, do you have any thoughts on Miss Shiel during your trip to Lorincle this time?”
“Lord Cambell is joking. Although my father made an engagement with Marquis when I was before His Majesty, a mere paper letter has no right to bind Miss Shiel, does it? Although I have long admired the Pearl of the Southern Border, ultimately, the decision rests with Miss Shiel’s own heart?”
Douglas’s gaze swept lightly over the figure of the girl in the crowd, who was like a jade lotus on a snow dome. His smile did not diminish as he spoke. However, his words caused many people around him to frown.
However, Douglas quickly changed the subject and said, “But today’s matter is not about Miss Shiel. Your Grace, although Marquis is busy with official duties and is not present here, in your opinion, how are the Landislofen youths below performing?”
Marquis Mays, as the clan head, did not appear at this family martial arts competition. Instead, the clan council and his confidant, the palace supervisor, were in charge.
Duke Cambell pondered for a moment, then raised his eyes and smiled, “Just as Lord Boone said, the young generation of the Landislofen family this generation can be considered outstanding throughout the kingdom. However, what I am more optimistic about are not those of Gold, but those two youths who are still Silver.”
The Duke pointed to the area where Grayrere and Ig were fighting.