I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 427

Chapter 427
“Verodia…”
Verafia’s eyes narrowed as she stared at the slender girl who crawled out of the shadow, her body shrouded by a black robe. Suddenly, she spoke:
“You are Dylan’s companion. He is an envoy named ‘Sloth’ in the Abyssal Church. I wonder, what is your title?”
“Dylan? Heh, you do know him. It seems that in the core domain of Grand Duke Oran, the avatar of ‘Sloth’ was indeed killed by you.”
Verodia’s eyes lit up, but a different emotion rippled through her voice: “As for what you asked… Miss Verafia can continue to call me Verodia. However, if you wish, you can also call me ‘Jealousy’.”
“Jealousy—so it was you causing trouble for Chrisis before!”
Within the domain of the Gate of Creation, there was a very obvious emotional fluctuation on Chrisis. Now, it seemed that Verodia, titled ‘Jealousy’, had lodged a trace of her spirit will within her, and even condensed in her shadow just moments ago!
“If that’s the case, then over ten years ago, did the church of the Abyss already have their eyes on her?”
Verafia sneered. As her voice echoed, the ripple of flames spread through the air, colliding with the black mist that emanated from beside the black-robed woman.
Verafia was referring to the incident that occurred in Chrisis’s hometown over ten years ago.
On the surface, it was merely a count lord, incited by dark heretics, seeking power through the flesh and blood of his subjects. However, when combined with the present situation, it was clear that the Abyssal Church had already set their sights on Chrisis at that time, selecting her for the qualification of lodging the Creation Divine Spark through that catastrophe.
The dark church that Marquis Mays had annihilated was merely an organization subordinate to the Abyssal Church.
Not only this Creation Divine Spark. Dylan’s invitation to her and Grand Duke Oran in the City of Blood, their current collusion with the undead mages under Fatter’s command… and even that “Saintess,” all of this made Verafia’s heart harbor apprehension.
“My friendship with Chrisis is longer than yours.”
Verodia shook her head and smiled, “As for what you said, I merely fanned the flames. Everything you see is her true wish.”
“But—it was you who killed her!”
“I originally thought Chrisis had completely awakened. However, what she showed just now was merely cowardice and evasion—she didn’t even hesitate to gift this Divine Spark to you with her own death.”
Verodia suddenly clenched the Divine Spark in her hand. Its emerald light surged, instantly turning dark green. She raised her face and gazed at the gorgeous flames colliding in the black mist in mid-air.
“Moreover, you entered this domain not to take her life… Goddess of Flames, Queen of all Fire Elements, I wonder if what I said is correct?”
The calm maintained by darkness and flames was broken by Verodia’s crisp sneer.
Verafia’s gaze deepened, and a section of the divine realm’s void suddenly ignited with vibrant red. However, beside Verodia, the spreading viscous black mist also expanded, and all the pitch-black demonic power was immersed within the Divine Spark in her hand!
Verodia haughtily raised her fair face. Facing her amidst the gorgeous flames, she wore exquisite silk gloves up to her elbows on her slender arms, and a crimson evening gown trailed to the ground. She was like a beautiful girl at a royal court feast, and suddenly sneered:
“No, you are currently merely wielding the will of the Blazing Flame, and you even need to worry about the revival of Herafir’s will… Rather than the Queen of Flames, you should be called Princess Highness.”
“Envoy of the Abyss, you think you’ve got me cornered?!”
Verafia raised her fair, youthful cheeks, and the Blazing Flame burning in the void suddenly deepened, engulfing everything. Verodia merely waved the dark blade Harvest Moon in her hand, which appeared out of thin air, its dark and desolate black light cutting off the sky and the Blazing Flame.
Her smile suddenly vanished, and the dark light surged from her slender, twitching hand.
“Miss Verafia, if you were facing Dylan, perhaps he would invite you again. But unfortunately, you’ve met me!”
Verodia suddenly pressed her palm down, pushing the Divine Spark, which had already turned ink-black in the Abyss, into her chest. A cruel expression emerged on her exquisite face:
“Princess Highness of Flames, you do not possess the divine authority of the Blazing Flame—even your will is merely newly born while Herafir slumbers. I can completely kill you!”
The Blazing Flame of the entire world was torn apart by the sword of Harvest Moon, and the surging darkness swept over like a tidal wave.
Verafia’s clear pupils constricted. She raised her white jade hand to block in front of her. The dark aura collided, and the sharp and corrosive nature extinguished the intertwined golden-red Blazing Flame. She even felt a slight burning pain on her skin, as if being pricked by needles.
“You want to erase me—”
The girl waved her slender hand, and the surging Blazing Flame once again burned the black light. At the same time, she completely unleashed the will of “Blazing Flame” for the first time. As the Blazing Flame spread, it burned the sky shrouded in darkness.
Back in the City of Blood, Dylan, who was called ‘Sloth’, had once invited her. And now, Verodia, the ‘Jealousy’ Witch, was exactly as she had said, intending to completely obliterate her!
Their commonality was undoubtedly their desire for her—or rather, the power of the Blazing Flame Deity—to form an alliance with the Abyssal Church and stand on the same front.
The meaning behind Verodia’s words was undoubtedly to erase her existence, thereby stimulating a new will from the will of the Blazing Flame, or more directly, to awaken Herafir’s will and form an alliance with her.
And Verodia clearly possessed such ability. Although she had arrived in the divine realm of Creation through Chrisis’s shadow, this was undoubtedly her true form, completely different from Dylan’s back then.
As a witch named after ” Jealousy ” among the “Original Sins”, Verodia’s strength was far beyond the Sacred Domain, and Verafia could not even confirm if she had stepped into the legendary realm.
Although Verafia had also been promoted to Star, she had not even reached the peak. Whether it was her realm or her demonic power, there was almost a vast chasm between her and the other party—not to mention that Verodia had already obtained the Creation Divine Spark in advance.
The Blazing Flame in mid-air was shattered, and even the roaring sounds were swallowed.
Although the accumulated darkness had not fully descended, even the sound of Verodia’s footsteps made Verafia feel immense pressure. Her vision and perception were filled with vast darkness, and even her demonic power circulation became sluggish.
“Miss Verafia, Princess Highness of Flames.”
Verodia’s clear voice echoed. Her tone was pleasant and melodious, but it felt like the source of all extreme evil churning in the world, instilling fear and disgust in people’s hearts.
Verafia forced herself to lift her eyes.
On the composed face of the ‘Jealousy’ Witch, a slight smile hung: “Your will and the Blazing Flame are not as tender as I imagined… It seems I have underestimated you.”
“However, even so, your time of returning to the mortal world does not seem to be long—the last time I met you in Rubiel, you were merely Platinum, and even now, you do not exceed Star.”