I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 381

Chapter 381 Chapter 175 Drawing Sword (Part 2)
“Young Master Ig wants to challenge Blade, isn’t it because of me and Miss Shiel’s engagement?”
Douglas’s voice, filled with laughter, transmitted through the air, causing a subtle commotion among the surrounding people.
For the past few days, there had been rumors throughout Lorinc about Miss Shiel’s engagement, but none of the parties involved had admitted it. However, here, Douglas’s words directly clarified the matter.
Even more sharp-witted individuals thought further about the content of Douglas’s words, their gazes falling on Ig on the other side. They gasped, thinking how audacious this young master truly was!
Douglas, with his red hair, had eyes colored with gold and crimson, like luminous gems, appearing exceptionally luxurious. His gaze fell on the unremarkable black-haired young man before him.
“I wonder, Young Master Ig, am I correct in what I said?”
A smile suddenly appeared on the young man’s handsome face, breaking the seemingly solidified air.
“You, Douglas…”
His palm tightly gripped the metal hilt of the sword. Unsure of the resentment suppressed in his chest, Ig’s voice, squeezed from his throat, sounded hoarse and extremely heavy.
Ig felt as if a thousand tons of heavy iron were pressing down on him. He lifted his face little by little, but his pupils were locked as if by molten iron, staring intently at the other person, “Douglas, what do you want to say?”
“Young Master Ig, I am simply perplexed.”
The red-haired youth revealed a captivating smile on his face as he said:
“This engagement was signed by the noble elders of the family and my late father before His Majesty the King. Furthermore, I have always admired Miss Shiel. I wonder, Young Master Ig, why are you so resistant to me?”
“Hmph, Douglas… Others may not know, but why are you pretending to be merciful in front of me? If Shiel were by your side, would you truly treat her well?!”
Ig’s azure eyes seemed to be dyed with a touch of crimson. He did not hide his disgust for the young man before him, looking directly at him:
“As for the King’s engagement… Heh, Douglas, I stand here, and I will never agree!”
At this moment, a sinister voice came.
“Ig, how can a person like you judge the character of Lord Douglas!”
Behind the red-haired youth, Blade raised his head, his eyes filled with contempt: “Moreover, Lord Douglas and Miss Shiel are a match made in heaven. The King’s decree was not even opposed by the Lord Marquis. What right do you have to shout here?”
But Ig did not look at him, continuing to hold his sword.
Suddenly, Blade seemed to think of something and abruptly looked up, his eyes filled with shock:
“Wait, you guy wouldn’t be trying to challenge Lord Douglas like this… What a joke, Ig, with you, do you even dare to bring this up in front of Lord?”
Ig turned his gaze and said:
“Blade, if you don’t have the courage to accept, then quickly get away from your master!”
“You!”
Blade’s face turned red again. He laughed in anger, drew his sword, and said:
“Good, kid. I was going to hold back a bit, but since you’re determined to seek death, don’t blame me for not showing mercy!”
Just as Blade was about to take a step, he was stopped by the red-haired youth before him raising his arm. Douglas looked up slightly: “Blade, why get angry over this?”
“But, Lord Douglas—”
Blade wanted to argue further, but upon seeing the youth’s slight glance, his seemingly peaceful but unrefutable gaze, he could only swallow his unsaid words and retreat.
Blade’s action caused a cold smile to appear on Ig’s face, his eyes filled with even more disdain.
Douglas then looked at him, suddenly sighed, and then slightly shook his head.
“Young Master Ig, I don’t understand why you have such hostility towards me. Once I am engaged to Miss Shiel, you and I will be family.”
“Family? Heh, Douglas, let me tell you, don’t dream about it!”
Ig almost gritted his teeth, his palm gripping the hilt of the End tightly: “Since you’ve stopped Blade, Douglas, you should know what I’m going to do.”
“Your family emphasizes military might. Without enough strength, you cannot gain respect or anything.”
Douglas smiled and said: “I’ve heard of the tradition of the Landislofen family… To marry a lady from your family, you need to face a challenge from the strongest of your peers.”
“I presume, Young Master Ig, you intend to take on such a role.”
“Good.”
Ig raised his sword edge, pointing directly at the red-haired youth’s face. His gaze was more dazzling than the sharpness of the blade, piercing through the sound of the blowing wind.
“Douglas, since you understand, you don’t need me to waste more words.”
The sharp sword intent, like a gale, blew Douglas’s long robe, while the youth still wore a smile: “If Young Master Ig truly has this intention, then I can only not refuse.”
After a pause, Douglas raised his gold-dyed crimson pupils, his blood-silk-like hair being blown about.
In an instant, an aura many times stronger than Ig’s erupted. In this tense atmosphere, the surging aura seemed on the verge of exploding!
“Brother, wait!”
“Lord Douglas, stop!”
At this moment, the voices of the young girl and Yagmein sounded simultaneously. A smile appeared on the red-haired youth’s face.
Ig’s pupils trembled slightly, and he lowered his eyes, looking at the girl who climbed onto the arena with difficulty, her silver-plant-like hair as fresh as the first snow.
Yagmein quickly walked to the red-haired youth’s side. His black robe fluttered in the wind, and he didn’t even acknowledge his son Blade, his face full of urgency:
“Lord Douglas, absolutely not. Ig is, after all, the only son of the Lord Marquis. He is here to challenge you. If you injure him, the consequences are unpredictable!”
Although Yagmein concealed much in his words due to the presence of others, the urgency was not false. Both Ig’s sudden actions and Douglas’s approach without consulting them made Yagmein suspect if this would be the fuse that caused his grand ambitions to fail.
“Uncle, you don’t need to worry. I am aware of Young Master Ig’s identity.”
Douglas’s gold-dyed crimson eyes flashed with light, “This is just a sparring session between him and me… Besides, if I don’t accept, how can I face Miss Shiel again for the engagement?”
Yagmein’s voice faltered. Although the youth was polite to him, the meaning conveyed in his seemingly gentle words left him no option to object.
On the other side, the young girl, who had rushed over to Ig in high-heeled sandals, also had an anxious look on her small face.
Ig looked at the girl who had run to his side. A smile appeared on his previously stern face, and he touched her little head:
“Shiel.”