I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 375

Chapter 375 Chapter 169 Life Poison ( Part 2 )
“Although I am grateful that Miss Vera is willing to come and rescue my father, Miss Vera doesn’t need to go so far as to hurt herself. Otherwise, I won’t be able to explain it to Ig.”
Marquis Mays’s嘱托 voice came again, and at the end of his words, he didn’t forget to make a small joke.
“Ah, that guy, you don’t need to worry about him at all…”
Verafia’s slender fingertips touched the corner of her silk skirt, and a faint blush appeared on her delicate, jade-like little face as she mumbled a couple of times.
However, Verafia also tacitly agreed to the meaning implied in Marquis Mays’s words… Well, she was just a girl now, and her relationship with Ig was nothing shameful. Even if others knew, what of it?
The Marquis’s face showed a smile, and he admonished the young girl a few more times, then looked at her again: “Miss Vera, when you treat my father later, do you need me to step aside?”
“This, if possible…” Verafia’s eyes were slightly surprised.
This was precisely what she wished for. In front of Eggesti, who was considered a top-tier existence among Saint Ranks, she had no confidence in her ability to conceal the traces of her communication with Anderdun.
Rather, Verafia was a little troubled about how to get Marquis Mays to leave.
After all, no matter what, this Ward was his father. Whether out of emotion or reason, Marquis Mays clearly needed to at least put on a show… She didn’t expect him to stop acting altogether.
After Marquis Mays exited the room, the young girl was the only one left standing in the spacious recuperation room.
Verafia slightly raised her pretty face, her gold eyes sweeping around. After confirming that there were no magical traces of “recording” or “investigation,” she lightly nodded her head. A clear spiritual power, like flowing water, enveloped the entire room.
Although this barrier wouldn’t be of much use if a strong person like Marquis Mays intended to snoop, the possibility of forcefully breaking through with spiritual power without disturbing Verafia was nonexistent.
After all, what Verafia was about to do not only involved a demon king like Anderdun, but also the “Godhead of the Fallen” that she had already seized. She couldn’t afford to let her guard down.
Everything was in order, and Verafia walked back to Duke Ward’s bed. The young girl’s gold eyes gazed at the old man’s face, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly, and a soft “hmm” escaped her beautiful red lips.
At this moment, the red crystal on the bracelet tied to her slender wrist flickered slightly, and then a dark and oppressive aura appeared beside the young girl.
Verafia knew without looking up that this was Anderdun, who had already signed a contract with her and was once the “Wing of Death.”
“Is this human the father of your former apprentice? Humph, I remember my subordinates had clashed with him a few times. I didn’t expect him to have become this old.”
The Black-winged Monarch’s form drifted beside the young girl like a dark shadow, his voice filled with disdain.
Verafia slightly raised her beautiful eyes, and her delicate voice came from her tender lips: “Anderdun, can you tell anything from Marquis Ward?”
“Heh. Verafia, you’ve already made your judgment, why ask me?”
Anderdun’s gaze shifted, and his body writhed like thick black waves, his low, oppressive voice continuing from
“Although this human’s life aura has been severely worn down, to the point of being one step away from death, the cause is not the depletion of vitality, but rather another extremely vigorous ‘life force’ that is being forcibly overdrawn within him…”
“Or rather, this power is greatly devouring and assimilating his original vitality, causing this human’s own life force to be so lacking.”
Verafia lightly nodded her head, agreeing with his statement, her molten gold beautiful eyes reflecting a faint light.
Although the “life” force within Duke Ward, as described by Anderdun, would be difficult for ordinary people to distinguish, it was nothing to her, who possessed the opposing power of the “Godhead of the Fallen.”
Although both were types of life force, just as recorded in history, due to the corruption of the evil magic of the Black Church, many people’s bodies mutated, developing bizarre tumors. Not only could it not sustain Duke Ward’s life, but it was like devouring his normal vitality, just as it appeared now.
“Verafia, I heard you say… this human was injured by the Church of the Dead Word. You actually guessed it long ago, didn’t you?”
The Black-winged Monarch’s voice suddenly came again.
Verafia raised her pretty face, a faint smile hanging on her tender red lips, her beautiful gold eyes seeming to reflect the sunlight outside the window.
“It’s just a guess, and it still needs to be confirmed.”
In fact, the reason she came to find Marquis Mays was precisely to see Duke Ward, who had been injured by the Church of the Dead Word and was lying unconscious.
As for that crimson light flame flower, just as Verafia had said, at least for her, who had already received the gift of Duke Oran and had absorbed a lot of Anderdun’s demonic power, the urgency was far less crucial than before… Verafia mentioning it in front of the Marquis was completely to provide herself with a reasonable excuse.
Although, with Eggesti, who had clearly become more cunning and calculating after becoming the Marquis Lord, Verafia always felt like she had shot herself in the foot.
Verafia shook her small head, deciding to stop thinking about such things. Her scorching gold eyes refocused on the old man in front of her.
The girl extended her slender and beautiful hand, like a work of art. Purple-black light flickered on her fair, tender skin, emitting an almost pure death fluctuation, faintly forming a peculiar pattern.
After extracting the Godhead of the Fallen from her body, Verafia raised her eyes:
“Atlus wields the power of creation and death. Although his authority is not as pure as controlling life and death, it is more creative… With his power, it is indeed possible to achieve this level.”
The girl’s delicate voice paused slightly, and then she chuckled softly: “However, that person’s strength is far inferior to yours, Anderdun. He even needed to ambush Ward, who was already a dying Saint Rank, and even needed to devour Ward’s own vitality to overpower him.”
As she spoke, she moved her divine sense, and the Godhead in her palm turned into a stream of light and entered Anderdun’s body beside her.
Verafia had witnessed Anderdun’s performance during the Demon Race War. The saying “a thought turns an army into white bones” was definitely not an exaggeration.
Clearly, this person who held the other half of the Godhead of Creation in his hand was still far from it.
However, comparing Anderdun, who had long surpassed the Saint Rank realm and was even a renowned existence among demons, to this person who was clearly not even a Saint Rank, wasn’t that a bit of bullying?
Verafia tilted her head, thinking amusingly. She then turned her head again, her gold eyes looking at the black shadow beside her:
“Since that’s the case, the creation divine power on this old Ward will be directly handed over to you.”