I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 485

Chapter 46 Sharing
Misaela’s voice was clear and soft, but her clear eyes were filled with determination. Although she was a cherished princess, she addressed him with an extremely humble attitude.
Verafia tightened her slender jade fingers slightly.
She couldn’t quite describe the feeling in her heart.
Originally, according to her thoughts, she shouldn’t care at all. She would have just reprimanded the young man verbally to maintain her persona as a “Young Lady,” and then reluctantly agreed.
But, for some reason, seeing the silver-haired girl’s delicate jade hands clasped tightly in Ig’s palm, Verafia felt an inexplicable irritation in her heart.
“This kind of feeling…”
Her slender eyebrows furrowed slightly over her gold eyes.
“Young Lady.”
Ig’s voice suddenly sounded: “You know, Misaela’s sacrifice for me… If I refuse her, I will be indebted to her for life.”
“Indebted for life? Hmph, with your human’s twisted notions, that’s how you should think.”
Verafia’s lips curved slightly, her raised scorching gold eyes falling on the young man’s face. “But, as your Young Lady, this young lady must ask you one more question: Do you truly like this human girl?”
As if the air had fallen silent.
Ig felt the girl’s slightly revealed tension, his jade slender fingers tightening involuntarily, and on his exquisitely beautiful, artwork-like little face, his gaze, hidden by long eyelashes, fell upon his face.
Like her… Misaela, a girl as beautiful and slender as a transparent crystal… Not to mention a noble White Iris princess, but like that gentle and delicate silver-white moonlight.
Ig looked up: “Of course.”
Verafia crossed her slender arms, her gold eyes cast sideways on Ig’s face, and lightly chided, “Do you really like her… But, what if, this young lady doesn’t agree?”
“But, Young Lady. Misaela she—”
Ig’s face suddenly showed anxiety.
“Tsk, I knew you’d react like this, but this young lady was just kidding you. I’ve told you before, I don’t care about human matters.”
Her lips curled slightly, her voice like a melodious silver bell, mocking. Verafia tilted her little head, putting on an indifferent expression.
Really not caring…
A voice echoed in her heart.
At this moment, she found it difficult to distinguish whether she was acting according to her original plan, or if she was unable to save face and had to speak like this?
However, the doubt in her heart lasted only for a brief moment.
Verafia jumped off the stool, the heels of her long boots making a crisp sound on the ground. Her scorching gold eyes looked up and saw a hint of surprise on the young man’s face. Suddenly, she proudly raised her little head and snorted lightly:
“Let alone a mere human girl, even if it’s Vicena, or that Queen of Lancaster, if you can win them over, this young lady will have no objections!”
“Ha… That’s not necessary.”
Ig gave an awkward smile, rubbing his nose. However, he also felt a little more relaxed.
Although Miss Phoenix across from him looked unhappy, it was fortunate that it seemed to be just angry words she spoke because he hadn’t maintained his “Young Lady” image, and it didn’t make Misaela too difficult.
“Hey… Verafia, are you really not bothered about sharing Ig?”
Ophi, sitting beside him, raised her little head with her frost blue long hair, her pair of ice crystal colored big eyes sparkling, curiously looking at the girl opposite, who was carelessly raising her little face.
“Hmph, you idiot, I’ve told you many times, if you want to, just go ahead! Feelings like those of common mortals, possessiveness… Does anyone think this young lady would care?”
Her voice was still that of a sharp-tongued and arrogant young girl, and it seemed a bit stubborn.
However, Ophi, who was already accustomed to Verafia’s personality, clearly didn’t take it to heart.
The ice dragon girl’s frosty crystal eyes revealed excitement, and her slender ice blue dragon tail swayed gently. Her frost-jade little hand hugged the young man’s arm beside her:
“Mmm… Love, feelings, they seem… like precious experiences. Ig, I want to try too…”
“Miss Ophi, Ig, and Senior Aix mentioned you to me. As expected, you are a very beautiful and cute ice dragon lady…”
With Ig as a bridge, Misaela quickly hit it off with the easily approachable ice dragon girl. Between their girlish chatter, they even felt a close bond like best friends.
But, unlike Ig, who was embraced by the beautiful and fragrant girls, and the two girls who were getting along harmoniously beside him, Verafia became more and more irritated the more she looked. A large pit of inexplicable resentment churned in her stomach, but she couldn’t bring herself to admit it. She simply picked up the teacup in her hand and drank it down forcefully.
“Ah, if you called this young lady here just to ask about such matters… then, if there’s nothing else, I’ll be going back! You guys have fun!”
After speaking, Verafia jumped to the ground, turned her head, and walked away.
“Sister!” The silver-haired vampire princess Fran quickly caught up with her, holding Verafia’s hand, her pair of bright red eyes seeming to want to say something but stopping.
“Ah, I told you it’s nothing important. Ugh… Little Fran, you accompany Ig, and make sure to be like that stupid ice dragon. This young lady is just bored, so I’m leaving first.”
As her voice fell, Verafia gently pried open Fran’s holding hand, patted her head, and without waiting for Fran or Ig behind her to speak, she turned around, pushed open the room door, and walked out.
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Ignoring Fran’s chasing figure and Ig’s loud, somewhat flustered shouts, Verafia easily shook off the people behind her and plunged into the complex and dense streets of the Royal City.
To prevent Ig from finding her, Verafia decisively cut off the connection from the flame mark she had left on the young man.
However, after leaving the cramped house and the stifling air, Verafia’s mood did not improve in the slightest. Instead, she became more and more agitated.
Even the sound of carriage wheels turning on the street made her feel extremely uncomfortable. She frowned tightly, nearly encountering an undeserved disaster.
“How is it possible? I’ve already said I don’t care about that guy! It was this young lady who suggested he have a harem! And, I didn’t feel this way when this guy was with Fran and Ophi a few days ago!”
Verafia tried hard to comfort herself in her heart, even attributing the reason for her restlessness directly to Misaela being the daughter of Lancaster.
But, the more she did this, the more she couldn’t help but think of the scene at the afternoon tea shop.
Verafia was filled with anger in her heart, but she had no way to vent it. She gritted her teeth and forcefully kicked a small stone on the road with her exquisite laced boots.