I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 395

Chapter 395
“Young Lady…”
Ig’s voice, carrying an emotion even he did not understand, emerged from his lips.
A smile appeared on his face, which was covered in scars and bloodstains, looking battered and tragic. Despite the sharp pain from his wounds, Ig felt a sense of peace and tranquility in his heart, a genuine satisfaction.
Miss Verafia’s small hand lightly grasped the silk hem of her skirt, shaking her head slightly. Her long eyelashes blinked playfully in her gorgeous gold eyes.
This guy… with that look, could he have seen through my identity?
Her thoughts paused for a moment, and the girl suddenly raised her small face again, frowning slightly, putting on a slightly displeased expression:
“However, just to deal with a Douglas… you’ve become so battered, and even injured yourself like this. It seems this young lady has been too relaxed with you usually~”
The girl’s melodious and crisp voice echoed in the air, devoid of any hint of annoyance.
Ig was slightly stunned, and an instant later, a charming smile bloomed on her peerless face. The girl’s lotus-like steps gently moved, and a delicate aura, sweet like a rose but like gentle moonlight, touched him.
Suddenly, the girl’s tender, jade-like white and delicate hand touched his.
Ig’s arm trembled, and he instinctively wanted to pull his hand away, fearing that the cuts on his palm and the tainted blood might hurt the girl’s flawless, delicate white hand, which was like an artwork, untouched by any dirt in anyone’s eyes.
However, his hand was held firmly by Verafia. Her slender fingertips and tender skin clasped tightly. The delicate and soft touch, along with her warm body temperature, made Ig’s mind go blank for an instant, his fingers trembling uncontrollably.
A gentle power flowed from the girl’s skin into his flesh and blood like a clear stream, and the power of “Blazing Phoenix Nirvana” gently healed his injuries and wounds.
A few strands of delicate golden long hair slipped from her skin. Between her flawless face, a pair of lively gold eyes gazed earnestly at the young man.
“Ig… from now on, you must take care of yourself at all times. Even if you want revenge, don’t end up like this. Otherwise, it would be troublesome for this young lady to heal you!”
Her delicate words carried a hint of girlish charm and childish willfulness, but they conveyed obvious concern.
The young man’s palm trembled slightly, mirroring his turbulent mood, as he brushed against the girl’s smooth silk skin.
Ig looked at the girl’s tender, snowy face so close to him, and her earnest expression. A sudden impulse welled up in his heart: he wanted to pull her into his embrace and gently peck at her beautiful face, more beautiful than anything else.
But Ig suppressed the impulse. He gently turned his hand and clasped the girl’s boneless, slender hand.
Miss Verafia’s slender small hand moved slightly, but she did not struggle to break free. Her translucent and pure gold eyes looked up at him, as if she were curious about what this young man wanted to do.
“Young Lady, thank you.”
From the bottom of his heart, the words brewed for a long time on his lips before transmitting into the air.
“Thank this young lady?”
Verafia blinked her eyes, feigning ignorance, charmingly tilting her head, “What is there to thank? After all… you are my thing, and it is only right for this young lady to cherish you, isn’t it?”
The girl turned her big eyes again and added:
“Oh, and also, this young lady did not specifically return to see you! I just found it a bit boring to go shopping alone, so I came back!”
Her perpetually proud tone, mixed with her crisp voice, made a subtle smile appear on Ig’s face. He reached out his hand and caressed her delicate soft hair.
He thought of many things… whether it was when Verafia rescued him from the blazing depths of the Long Abyss, or when she gave him the “Golden Feather Sword” in the Blood City after hearing his envious thoughts, or finally, the pure and warm flame power that suddenly emerged from the blood under Douglas’s destructive sword.
However, since Verafia was unwilling to say, there was no need for him to point it out… It was enough to be able to touch her.
Ig’s face broke into a smile, and he slightly raised his cheek, gently but firmly gripping the girl’s small hand.
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Ig’s and the girl’s actions were naturally noticed by quite a few people.
Shiel and the silver-haired vampire princess Flarn both wore complex expressions. As for Princess Ophi, the little princess of the Dragon Clan, her exquisite small face showed a very curious expression, wishing she could immediately run up and pester Ig and the girl with questions.
Of course, in addition to them, Douglas, who was right in front of them, saw it even more clearly.
The red-haired youth quietly looked at the close young man and girl, an inexplicable anger brewing in his heart.
Douglas originally thought that Verafia would at least taunt him twice, but he did not expect that the girl would only glance at him slightly and then ignore him. In her eyes, it seemed that only that black-haired boy existed.
This was a significant blow to Douglas, who had been radiant and the center of attention since childhood. For the first time, he felt that direct disregard was more humiliating than mockery.
Douglas forcefully suppressed the anger in his heart. He knew that compared to Ig, this seemingly slender and delicate phoenix girl was truly unfathomable… In fact, Ig’s victory over him was mostly due to her.
However, the clearer he understood… the more difficult it was for Douglas to look at such a girl standing with Ig, making his expression even more unpleasant.
“Miss Verafia.”
The red-haired youth took a deep breath, “Just now, the flame on Young Master Ig’s sword… that was your power, wasn’t it.”
“Yes! Do you have any questions?”
Miss Verafia’s small hand still held Ig’s, and she casually turned her small face, her big eyes casually observing the red-haired youth in front of her.
However, seeing Douglas’s expression, the girl seemed to remember something, and her golden moon eyes blinked playfully.
“Oh, that’s right. I remember you said you wanted to see this young lady’s flame… How about it, isn’t my flame beautiful!”
Her delicate voice fell, and the girl proudly lifted her fair and delicate face.
Douglas almost spat out a mouthful of blood. His voice, as calm as possible but unable to hide a trace of ferocity, echoed in the air.
“Good. Miss Verafia, you truly live up to your reputation as the legendary Blazing Phoenix.”
“Stop.”
Ig stepped forward, meeting the gaze of the youth who surpassed him in realm, strength, identity, and appearance. Yet, his expression was unyielding, and his cold, sharp voice cut through the air.
“Douglas… you forgot one thing. I told you before – you are not qualified to marry my sister.”