I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 366

Verafia’s gorgeous golden eyes turned, she smiled with a “poof” and her voice was as clear as a bell. Obviously, she was well aware of the reaction of a certain young passerby in a dessert shop earlier.
“…Indeed.”
The Black-winged Monarch remained silent. If he had a physical form, he would likely have rolled his eyes at the girl. Clearly, this Four Heavenly Kings of the Demon Race was quite speechless at Verafia’s boastful words.
However, Anderdun at least knew that apart from the description of her appearance, the person Verafia was referring to could not be herself. Moreover, given her status, even if it seemed like a small joke, it was definitely not without reason, so he asked:
“But, you just said the mastermind behind the conspiracy to destroy this city… Verafia, could it be that you already have some clues?”
“It’s not that simple, this young lady was just speaking casually. Even if there really is a mastermind, how could it be so cliché, not only being a pure and black-hearted lolita, but also deliberately running to a dessert shop to show off?”
Verafia hugged her slender hands, pouted her lips, and raised her small face slightly to sneer again: “Plotting like this is something only bards come up with to make the story interesting. Anderdun, for someone as notorious as you are in the Demon Race, you can’t really think anyone would be bored to this extent.”
“I think you’re quite bored.”
Anderdun almost swore, but he managed to hold back his words. At least he had to maintain the demeanor of a Four Heavenly Kings and not argue with this boring hero… Anderdun comforted himself in his heart, enduring the girl’s increasingly rampant provocations.
However, Anderdun further discovered that since signing the contract with Verafia, this kind of thing had happened many times. It was hard for him not to believe that the girl was deliberately messing with his mind.
Seeing that Anderdun had fallen silent and did not respond, Verafia’s small face curved into a gentle smile. She turned her golden eyes slightly, her gaze falling on the street paved with black iron bricks in front of her.
Lorincul was a city built on iron ore, so countless high-quality, thick, and solid black iron stones were melted into building materials to construct long walls. Tall buildings and structures were built side-by-side on connecting avenues, forming the entire vast city.
Soft golden sunlight scattered in front of her, adorning the entire Lorincul like a magnificent golden silk mat. A gentle breeze blew, ruffling only a few strands of Verafia’s hair, and what appeared in her eyes was still a quiet and gentle scene, as if not a single ripple had been stirred.
However, everyone knew that this seemingly peaceful scene hid terrifying black surging waves, and might even erupt completely on a moonless night.
Verafia’s scorching golden pupils flickered slightly, as if reflecting the radiance of the sunlight. She suddenly blinked slightly, a faint smile appearing on her snow-white delicate face. Then, her lotus-like steps under her pure white short boots moved, leaving clear sounds on the sun-drenched flagstones.
The reason she came out alone today was certainly not because she was idle. Her purpose was still to hide behind the nightfall of Lorincul and deal with the black waves that would stir up storms.
Verafia specifically chose today, while Landislofen was engaged in a martial arts competition. This way, it would at least reduce the attention on her… Although leaving this guy Ig behind seemed not very good, she also knew that this young man’s target would be the final Douglas. The matters before were insignificant. When she finished her business, she could go back on time.
Her thoughts flowed through her mind like a clear stream. Verafia’s face lifted, revealing a subtle smile. She suddenly raised her small face again, humming a song, her scorching golden eyes casually scanning the surrounding scenery.
Although not very loud, the girl’s melodious song like a warbler’s attracted many people’s attention. Coupled with her astonishing beauty, it made pedestrians stop.
Of course, Verafia had no intention of paying attention at all. Her slender figure in the pure white one-piece long dress seemed like a nimble butterfly. Her short boots worn under her slender white long socks stepped crisquely on the ground, as if reflecting her cheerful mood.
Regarding the dark forces represented by the “Church of the Dead Word” lurking in the shadows of Lorincul, Verafia had been very concerned from the beginning because it involved a “Creation” divine spark. Although she had not left the castle for the past few days, she had not gained nothing.
Three days ago was the day Ophi was attacked and kidnapped by fanatics of the “Church of the Dead Word”. The next day, Marquis Mays had already received a lot of information through a master astrologer. He had joined forces with Bishop Pader of the Sacred Light Church, and even deduced their approximate hiding place, dispatching an entire legion of knights to attack.
Of course, this was only on the surface. With Verafia’s existence, even if her spiritual power had not yet reached the Star realm, it was completely enough to act as her surrogate to investigate.
Furthermore, Atros’s “Creation” was itself a semi-divine spark that was born in opposition to her “Death” divine spark. Verafia, using existing clues such as the necromancer “Harklanton,” to find certain traces was not difficult.
The girl’s fingertips gently brushed the mage robe, revealing her pure white jade-like cheeks, her red lips curving into a slight smile.
At least, the necromancer Rogues in the Abyss of the Black-winged Monarch, and the Dark Church that appeared many times under the name “Abyss,” etc. As for the Sacred Light Church she mentioned when she spoke with Anderdun…
Verafia’s thoughts halted, and her steps paused slightly. A soft golden-white sacred radiance touched her skin like warm sunlight.
The girl slightly raised her face, and what appeared before her eyes was not the Sacred Light Cathedral on the solemn and majestic Sacred Light Plaza, surrounded by the White Stone Light God Statue and the Holy Spear Tower, but a neighborhood that did not seem very prosperous.
Not far from her, people of different ages and clothing lined up in a not-so-short queue. At the front, several monks in robes, but with different clerical positions, were preparing portions of bread and clean water.
“Distributing Holy Communion?”
Verafia lightly raised her slender eyebrows, her big eyes showing a hint of interest.
One of the tenets of the Church of Light was to help the needy. In the early days of the church’s establishment, when distributing Holy Communion to the poor, all clergy in the church did not distinguish between seniority and rank.
This church tradition had continued to this day. If one was lucky, even as a beggar, one might receive bread and clean water personally presented by the Pope.
Of course, Verafia was not here to ponder religious rituals at this moment. She raised her head again. Behind the crowd, appearing in her scorching golden eyes, was a young girl in a pure white nun’s robe.
The nun handed a piece of bread to the child beside her with her clean and slender hands. Under the illumination of the sacred radiance, the nun’s increasingly pure face wore a gentle smile, seemingly immersed in it.
“Chrisis!”
Verafia’s eyes crinkled, looking very happy to see a familiar face. She waved her small hand vigorously towards her.
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Not enough time, couldn’t write in detail…