I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 508

Chapter 508 Chapter 68 Wedding
Regarding the disappearance of Ig and Princess Misaela, the Royal Palace announced that they were both caught in the core secret realm of the Blood Race during the rebellion at the North Wind Graveyard.
Of course, this reason was just an explanation.
The Sacred Sword King’s gaze was gentle, but it put immense pressure on Ig. He knew that his fabricated reason would be seen through by Lancaster.
“No matter what, it’s enough that you and Misaela returned safely to Lichen.”
Lancaster smiled slightly and did not ask what had happened during these two months. The Sacred Sword King stood up, his robe falling behind him, his shoulder cape and blue-gold long hair tinged with pure white radiance.
Ig raised his eyes and watched the supreme being walk step by step in front of him.
The Sacred Sword King looked at him, a smile on his handsome face, “However, since you and Misaela are both here, why not get married formally at this time?”
“Don’t worry about your ceremony, the Royal Palace and the Church have been preparing for you for a long time. Coincidentally, tomorrow is our country’s Fleur-de-lis Festival, which is a good day. I believe your marriage will be blessed by the God of Love.”
Lancaster said with a smile. Seeing Ig’s startled gaze, he said again,
“If you are worried that your wedding with Misaela is not grand enough, after getting married tomorrow, we can invite your father and send invitations to the kingdom’s lords, the Empire’s Pope, and the Emperor, and hold a grand ceremony again to invite them to Lichen to bless your marriage.”
The King gave him no reason to object.
Although such a decision for a princess’s wedding was undoubtedly very hasty… Ig knew better that this was the king’s reward for not pursuing him and Verafia.
Undoubtedly, he had no other choice… and the tender hand of the girl in his palm tightened, and the girl’s nervousness and expectation were also transmitted to his heart.
Ig lowered his head, his teeth and tongue touching in disarray, but he still spoke calmly, like a machine, “The wedding with Her Highness the Princess… if neither you nor Her Majesty the Queen objects, everything will be as Your Majesty wishes.”
Lancaster nodded with a smile.
Ig walked out of the royal court in a daze. Although Lancaster had pulled him to talk with the princess before, that experience felt more like torture.
“Ig.”
His hand was gently pulled, followed by the clear and crystalline girl’s voice. Ig tilted his head slightly, and what came into view was Misaela’s delicate little face looking at him.
“In front of Father King, you seem to have been thinking about something…”
Hearing the girl’s voice, Ig immediately put on a gentle smile, “At that time… I was just thinking, Your Majesty the King’s request, is the wedding with Little Mi too simple and casual? Clearly, Little Mi should have a more perfect and sweet wedding.”
However, these words were not finished by Ig. Ig silently looked at the girl’s face staring at him, and moved his lips, “I’m sorry… Little Mi, I shouldn’t have lied to you.”
The silver-haired girl looked at him and shook her head slightly.
“Actually, I would have preferred to hear you say that, Ig. Although… even I know that it wouldn’t be true, at least it would give me a reason to fantasize.”
Ig remained silent. Misaela’s pure white face showed a faint smile, and her slender white tender hands held Ig’s arm.
A petal of iris was blown by the wind, and as the girl slightly tilted her face, a subtle smile was adorned with a translucent soft light, appearing exceptionally moving.
“I know that in your heart, you love Verafia…”
Ig’s wrist couldn’t help but tremble, but the girl held him tighter. He turned his head to look, and the girl still smiled gently, stating calmly.
“Ig, do you know that when I found out she was just using you and treated you as a pawn, besides anger and rage, what I felt was a sense of relief: relief that she was using you.”
“Because your feelings for her are much deeper than mine… Unless she abandons you on her own, I will never be able to be by your side.”
Ig gazed at her. Misaela’s slender eyelashes trembled slightly. Such words were also a torment to her tender heart.
She turned her face slightly, and her gorgeous ruby-colored eyes suddenly blinked hard.
“However, this relief did not last long. That night, you rejected me, and I saw her flame again… and at that time, I saw her tears. Verafia is not as unfeeling towards you as she appears.”
“After that, I was very scared… afraid that she would come back to your side…”
The slender and delicate girl’s voice was tinged with a slight whimper, but she held it back and did not show it.
“So that’s how it is. That’s why Little Mi was so anxious to bring me back to Lichen?”
“It’s very laughable, isn’t it? I clearly thought, don’t kidnap you anymore, don’t force you to stay by my side. But it didn’t take long before I went back on my word… using a wedding, and this responsibility, to restrain you.”
Misaela’s pretty face lifted slightly, and she tried to smile, “As expected, I am the bad girl who likes to lie, deceive, and is selfish.”
“Little Mi…”
Ig’s lips moved. The girl’s slender and delicate body suddenly leaned forward slightly, approaching him, and that elegant and soft girlish aura, like a white iris, touched his body.
Misaela held his hand, her wet eyes refracting a faint light, looking at Ig’s face:
“But, if you want me to give up… I really can’t do it. So, can you stay by my side…”
“I, I can’t stop you from missing Verafia. But, can you give me a chance, in the future, to have love for me like she does, even if it’s just a part, just half?”
Ig felt immense pain in his heart.
This noble and pampered little princess, who had always been adored by everyone, was now looking at him almost begging.
And, as she gradually spoke those words, how much pain and sadness would she feel in her heart?
Ig tried to raise his eyes and fell on the girl’s delicate and exquisite pretty face, which was like porcelain and jade, as beautiful as a doll.
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On a quiet afternoon, the romantic daylight was like clear flowing water, scattering on the green grass and bringing out the refreshing floral fragrance, making people feel joyful.
“Little Siya, how has your life in the academy been recently? I heard that Vicena and Iris’s students all like you very much.”
Clear sunlight spilled into a corner of the Royal Palace. Porcelain decorated with expensive satin was laid on the walls, and white porcelain tiles outlined gilded lines that slightly reflected brilliant light.
Filirya, with her soft and smooth silver-white hair tied up in a very elegant hairstyle, her delicate and beautiful face like a young girl’s, curved into a gentle smile.
Sitting opposite the Queen was Siya, who had ruby-colored magnificent long hair.
The girl’s fair and tender little hands gently put down the teacup in her hand, a sweet smile on her little face, and she raised her big eyes and replied crisply:
“Yes! Everyone at the academy takes good care of me… and with Teacher Vicena, I’ve learned so much magic I’ve never seen before!”
The Queen chuckled, hiding her mouth with her jade hand under the silk gauze sleeve, “Tsk, if Little Siya were in the Empire, perhaps His Majesty the Emperor would invite Lord Fatter to teach her personally.”
“Um… Lord Fatter?”
The girl’s exquisite doll-like face showed a hint of hesitation, her curled and dense eyelashes blinked slightly in her magnificent ruby eyes, and she still spoke:
“I heard from my father that Lord Fatter was also a companion of Aunt Fiya… When I was young, my father took me to Harklandon, but I always felt that Lord Fatter didn’t like me and my father…”
As the former “Number One Mage,” after the end of the Demon Race War, with the consent of the Emperor and the Pope, Fatter led his magic army to completely expel the Orcs from the Twin Rivers plains and established his own magic kingdom, “Harklandon.”
However, in the eyes of astute people now, Harklandon and the “Northern Alliance” in the north of the Empire are considered the emperor’s hidden worries.
As an imperial princess, Siya traveled thousands of miles to Lichen in the Peka Kingdom. Ostensibly for her studies, the true reason might be related to the undercurrents in the empire’s current situation.
Filirya naturally knew this. Filirya picked up the teacup and took a sip of the warm tea, smiled slightly, and then said,
“Is that so… However, a cute child like Little Siya is very likable. If Little Siya’s heart were to be captured by some outstanding young talent here, I wouldn’t be able to explain it to Teresa.”
Although, as the last princess of the Pegalran Dynasty a hundred years ago, Filirya was undoubtedly a generation senior to the current Emperor and Empress of the Tyloratea Empire, she had a close friendship with the Empress Teresa.
For this reason, as the Queen of Peka, she often visited the Eternal City of the Empire. At the beginning of Flame Moon last year, Filirya attended Siya’s twelfth birthday banquet at the invitation of Empress Teresa.
The red-haired girl’s fair little face suddenly flushed with a deep blush, and she raised her little head to argue,
“Um… Aunt Fiya, don’t tease me. Besides, falling in love with some outstanding young talent… with Brother Andes around, it won’t happen!”
The girl’s melodious voice was tinged with delicate shyness.
Filirya seemed to be reminiscing about something, a slight arc forming on her stunning face, and then her gaze fell slightly on the knight youth sitting upright beside the red-haired girl.
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Misaela’s plot is nearing its end, and the atmosphere will probably not be so oppressive afterwards…