I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 437

Chapter 437 Chapter 231 Epilogue
The tide’s sound in the deep night fell into endless silence. As the sky broke at dawn, the powerful military might of thousands of elite armored knights undoubtedly suppressed the remaining mutated creatures and remnants of the Church of the Dead Word in Lorinc.
Afterward, the traces of residual blood were completely washed away by a heavy rain.
Under the supervision of Archmage Vicena, the announcement from the Lord’s Mansion Office was finally issued on the third day: throughout Lorinc, nearly ten thousand people were infected and corrupted into monsters, and the number of deaths in the subsequent chaos tripled.
All the culprits, as indicated by mountain-like ironclad evidence, pointed to Marquis Mays’ former elder brother and the former Governor of Andelfir Province, Douglas.
Through their rampant collusion, they not only poisoned the old Marquis Ward Landislofen, infiltrated the church, but even polluted the devout believers in the entire city under the guise of the blessings of Sacred Light.
Of course, in this catastrophe, it was Marquis Mays’ eldest son, Ig, who, unafraid of the danger to life, raided the nest of the Church of the Dead Word. In a fierce battle, whose aftermath alone destroyed the entire church, he slew Douglas, the mastermind behind the scenes, thus preventing greater casualties from this disaster.
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“Tsk, not a bit of novelty. Still this old and outdated writing…”
Sitting in a dessert shop, Verafia propped her chin with her hands, tilting her head somewhat boredly. Her long golden hair, dyed with clear dawn light and like fine, soft silk, cascaded down, touching the small, round solid wood table.
Compared to this writing, Verafia was more interested in the rumors of three black swordsmen entering the castle in the dead of night, confronting Marquis Mays, and the political alliance formed under Marquis Mays’ leadership throughout the southern territories under the guise of “public welfare.”
Warm sunlight passed through the window, obstructed by the girl’s long and beautiful eyelashes, and touched her pair of gorgeous big eyes.
Nearly a month had passed since the battle against Chrisis and the Witch of “Jealousy.”
Not only Ophi, but even Flarn, who was heavily wounded by the sun’s divine power and could hardly be found with a complete piece of flesh, slowly recovered her health under the powerful life force of the Vampire Princess. At least, she could walk independently now.
However, to allow her to rest well, Verafia did not agree to Flarn’s request to stay by her side.
Gently sipping the fruit juice served in a crystal goblet on the table, Verafia listlessly swayed the delicate lotus feet under her skirt, which were wrapped in thin white silk and shod in strappy small boots.
Her exquisite small hands, like artworks, were placed before her eyes, and her slender, straight fingertips slightly bent with her thoughts.
Beneath her skin as pure and white as fine jade and new snow, Verafia saw the colors of two Divine Sparks.
Atros’s “Creation” and “Demise.”
After the Witch of “Jealousy” was killed, the corrupted demonic power that encroached upon the dropped Creation Divine Spark was washed by her flames, restoring its original form.
As for the other one, “Demise,” although Anderdun clearly had some ulterior motives in his heart at the time, he was not allowed to return it to the girl as Verafia requested.
Her scorching gold gaze focused on the slender hands, where two forces, seemingly born together yet diametrically opposed, were now merging.
She closed her slender hands again. A hint of doubt flickered in Verafia’s eyes.
In her perception, they were indeed Atros’s complete Divine Sparks, but for some reason, she always felt something was missing?
“I won’t worry about it… it’s not like it can’t be used.”
Verafia vigorously shook her head. Her scorching gold big eyes looked up and swayed. The warm sunlight embellished the girl’s flawless, delicate face. Suddenly, she puffed up her fair cheeks and grumbled indignantly,
“That guy said he’d accompany this young lady, why is he not here yet!”
Today, accompanying her out shopping was something Ig had promised. However, the young man had not arrived yet, which naturally made Verafia a little unhappy.
Speaking of which, this guy Ig has been treated as the next Marquis Lord these days, and he doesn’t have much time to accompany her every day… he doesn’t look like an attendant at all!
Complaining a little, the girl listlessly rested her small face on the table. Because she wasn’t thinking about other things, her hearing became much clearer.
“…Della, do you know that Young Master Ig asked about some jewelry sold in our family’s shops yesterday. You say, if Young Master Ig comes in person, will he want to buy it…”
“Don’t be so full of yourself.”
The young girl’s melodious voice seemed to tease, “Lord Ig has so many beautiful girls around him, how could he possibly fancy you, girl. Moreover, Flarn, aren’t you already engaged to Robert? Why are you still thinking of Lord Ig’s name.”
“Pfft… Lord Ig is the hero who saved our city. Which girl wouldn’t want to be by his side? Moreover, I’m just thinking about it, Robert will understand. And, Della, I heard that Young Master Ig…”
Verafia blinked her long eyelashes. She really didn’t expect this guy Ig to suddenly become so popular!
Hmm… this image doesn’t match the extremely awkward black-haired young man in front of her back then at all.
Verafia simply turned her head and slightly raised her youthful, delicate face, humming softly:
“Hmph, the Ig you’re talking about can’t be that good!”
The girl’s clear voice suddenly made the entire dessert shop much quieter.
Although Verafia was not wearing the gorgeous evening gown from that day, but only a pure white silk dress, with the girl’s exquisitely beautiful face, anyone could tell that her background was definitely not ordinary.
A young man wearing a white inner lining, clearly dressed as a noble, stood up, a smile on his face:
“Beautiful lady, you might be from out of town and not know about Young Master Ig. More than a month ago…”
Suddenly, a commotion arose. In the dessert shop, the eyes of the young men and women all fell upon the figure of a young man who was not tall but was symmetrically slender.
Although his handsome appearance was not as extremely enchanting as imagined, the gentle smile on the black-haired young man’s face, and a pair of crystal clear azure blue eyes, made people feel a sense of closeness.
The crowd parted, and Ig walked to the girl’s table: “Ah… Veer, I’m sorry, I was called away by my father on the way and was a little late.”
“Hmph, you guy…”
Verafia jumped from her chair and landed on the ground. Her small face, coquettishly raised, showed a moving and tender smile in its graceful pose.
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Found out one chapter isn’t enough write… (