I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 484

Chapter 45 Staying Together… ?
In the desolate Star God world, the pure white light gradually subsided, and the immaculate Sacred Sword was once again transformed into a beam of light, suppressing the dark starry river.
“This is the first time you’ve used the Sacred Sword, Ig, and you performed better than I expected,” Lancaster’s voice of praise came from behind.
Ig did not reply. He slowly opened his palm, and within the flowing light, a reddish-brown stone appeared. Strange markings, like black lightning, faintly exuded destructive fluctuations.
“It’s actually a fragment of Disax’s origin star core? It seems that this time, he invested quite a bit in his struggle… Such a loss should at least allow Lichen to rest peacefully for another twenty years.”
Lancaster said with some surprise, then smiled, “However, the Sacred Sword has purified his ‘flesh and blood’. Ig, you can take it with confidence.”
“…Lancaster.”
“Ig, do you have any other questions?” The Sacred Sword King’s star-like, flawless, and brilliant eyes lowered, their bright colors falling entirely into Ig’s eyes.
After pausing for several moments in the air, Ig slowly shook his head with hesitation.
Lancaster seemed unconcerned. He patted Ig’s shoulder, his smiling face like that of an elder towards his own child:
“If that’s the case, we should head back as soon as possible… Both the rebellion in the palace and the end of the Star God require our attention. Furthermore, Misaela, while her life is not in danger, still needs a good rest.”
Ig nodded. He looked at the tranquil sleeping face of the girl in his arms, then raised his head to glance at Lancaster’s retreating back.
“Misaela… and Lancaster…”
This rebellion was condoned by Lancaster. If he had personally intervened, it would have been a thousand times smoother than Ig’s efforts.
However, under the arrangements of the Sacred Sword Hero, the palace rebellion and the world-destroying Star God served only as a backdrop for Ig to draw the Sacred Sword and become a “Candidate Hero.”
The price would be the sacrifice of countless people who could have been spared.
— Although it wasn’t entirely Lancaster’s doing, from the perspective of the Sacred Sword Hero, were his character truly without flaw, sufficient to bear the Sacred Sword?
Ig’s hand, holding the true Sacred Sword, reflected his face in the pure white “Sacred Sword” formed by a radiance, as if questioning himself.
However, as if he had no choice, he followed behind Lancaster.
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“Willing to ‘sacrifice’ yourself to bless me… So, this is the story between you and this human girl?”
Verafia’s scorching gold eyes, with her slender white fingers supporting her chin and her delicate brows slightly raised in displeasure, gazed at the young boy and girl sitting opposite her, holding hands and appearing somewhat uneasy. She suddenly pouted and grumbled.
“But, this ancient moonlight elf blessing actually allowed you, this guy, to directly advance from Gold to Platinum… Are you just lucky?”
It was evident that in Verafia’s eyes, the black-haired young man, after Misaela’s blessing, had easily broken through the Gold rank, which had been difficult to achieve, and reached the peak of Transcendence, Platinum.
The Platinum realm was considered a powerful individual on the entire continent, and among the freshmen at Aris Academy, it was synonymous with genius.
Even a genius girl like Dofiraia, personally guided by Vicena and having refined a magic potion with Verafia’s flame, remained in the Platinum realm and couldn’t take the final step.
“Ha… Regarding the promotion to Platinum, it’s all thanks to Princess Misaela. And if it weren’t for her, I probably wouldn’t have even met you, Young Lady.”
Opposite Verafia, the restrained and nervous pair didn’t resemble noble princess. Instead, the recently renowned “Candidate Hero” who had become a savior looked like they were undergoing judgment.
Feeling the girl’s hand slightly tightening in his, Ig smiled sheepishly. Under the scrutinizing gaze of the “Young Lady,” he cautiously replied.
“Is that so?”
Verafia looked at him with suspicion and suddenly said, “But even so, you’ve been staying in the palace for almost a week! Hmph… you didn’t even come to accompany me!”
The gathering of young girls at a tea shop now was a full week after the Star God’s upheaval.
The words “Ig,” “Sacred Sword,” “Princess,” and “Hero,” which had been hotly discussed, had also somewhat subsided. At least, Verafia wasn’t constantly bombarded with those excited sentences whenever she met someone, as she had been a few days prior.
Of course, at the tea shop, it wasn’t just Verafia, Ig, and the silver-haired princess.
Fran, the silver-haired, red-eyed Vampire Princess, sat quietly beside her, sipping her sweet red tea in small sips.
Ophi was on Ig’s other side, her slender ice-blue dragon tail loosely coiled. While drinking her beverage, a hint of novelty appeared in her frost-blue, beautiful eyes.
“That’s because Mi-mi’s life hasn’t been fully reshaped yet, and she needs the Sacred Sword to stay by her side.”
Ig explained cautiously, afraid of angering the seemingly displeased young lady: “Lady Vicena should have informed Veer…”
“Even so, it’s unforgivable that you, as my attendant, didn’t come to accompany me.”
Raising her eyebrows, Verafia instinctively tilted her small face, putting on a tsundere expression, half-chidingly: “Even for this human little princess…”
“Miss Verafia.”
Suddenly, a gentle voice, soft like the faint glow of moonlight, appeared. The silver-haired princess slightly raised her small face. Her expression held nervousness, but more so was determination:
“Being with Ig… this is my own choice. I’ve heard many stories from him about you, Miss Vera. I envy you for being able to stay by his side.”
Misaela gently bit her thin lips and slightly raised her beautiful crystal-blue eyes, looking at Verafia sitting opposite her.
“These days, in the palace, Ig hasn’t done anything to me… I wanted to ask him, but I could sense hesitation in his eyes… Is it because of you, Miss Verafia?”
Ig’s heart clenched.
The girl opposite him idly dangled her slender, lotus-like feet, clad in white stockings that reached her knees, in the air. Her fair jade hands, adorned with exquisitely woven silk sleeves, were crossed over her chest, and she appeared nonchalant.
Suddenly, the silver-haired princess’s exquisite white jade hand, like a work of art, gently clasped the young man’s palm beside her. Verafia’s seemingly indifferent golden eyes narrowed slightly.
Misaela bit her lip, as if making a decision:
“Sister Vera, I know your relationship with Ig… and I also know that this is an unreasonable request… But, if possible, can I stay by your side, Miss Vera, and accompany him together?”
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Well, Mi-mi is very cute, but this is definitely not a harem story.
(I promise here!)