I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 543

Chapter 543 Chapter 1 Story
A pale white face wrapped in white silk hugged the girl’s slender delicate body. Clear moonlight slightly outlined a delicate line. The black-haired young man closed the storybook, sat in front of her, and cast his shadow upon the bed.
“Tsk, I’m not a child, the North Wind Witch or whatever. This young lady is not interested.”
Verafia moved her gold eyes, pursed her lips slightly, and then raised her large golden eyes and mumbled.
“Moreover, I already guessed the ending like this. Don’t those bards all like tragic endings, calling it ‘profound’… such a vulgar practice.”
Although the girl deliberately used a spoiled tone, her voice was crisp and soft, like a little girl acting spoiled.
A gentle smile couldn’t help but appear on Ig’s face. He involuntarily rubbed the girl’s small head that was raised. Her smooth hair was as soft as silk.
Although the girl’s expression seemed indifferent, in reality, she truly disliked such an ending.
However, Verafia, his young lady, has become more and more like a pure girl these days… and not like before, when she pretended to be an arrogant and spoiled noble young lady…
Ig couldn’t help but think in his mind.
The sleeve suddenly was held by the girl’s slender tender hand.
The girl leaned on Ig’s shoulder. A wisp of soft hair fell on her fair and delicate collarbone, which was slightly exposed from the quilt. Her small hand gently shook, opening her big eyes under her eyelashes and looking at him.
“Mmm, although this story is uninteresting, the extreme northern continent where the North Wind Witch is located is rather more interesting.”
“Ig, do you think that continent, which is covered by snow all year round, really exists?”
“The Northern Continent… Perhaps it really exists?”
Ig thought for a moment. “Although it’s incredible that a prosperous city-state civilization could be born in a continent even further north than the Northern Arctic Ocean, which is frozen all year round, legends about this continent are widely spread among the fishermen and merchants by the sea.”
Ig picked up the book he had closed.
“Moreover, Young Lady, look, the stories in this book all exude a cold, frosty aura, which is completely different from the styles of the countries on the continent. I heard that this was from a traveling merchant who went out to sea… Young Lady?”
Ig realized the girl didn’t respond. He turned his head and found that the girl’s long eyelashes were closed over her eyes, like a small fan, casting fine shadows on her fair little face. She had fallen asleep on his shoulder.
“Young Lady?”
Ig called out softly. Finding that the young girl was indeed asleep, he carefully tucked her into the quilt.
“Falling asleep so easily… Young Lady, are you already very sleepy? But you still forced yourself to stay awake to listen to my story…”
Ig read aloud.
Verafia, this beautiful and flawless girl who was like a work of art, seemed to be deliberately showing her identity as a girl, deliberately trying to get closer to him.
As if accommodating him…
This kind of behavior made Ig feel a little uncomfortable.
“Are you worried that I care about your past experiences?”
The girl revealed a small part of her pale white face. In the clear moonlight, it looked even more delicate and flawless, like a piece of perfect uncarved jade. Ig couldn’t help but gently reach out to touch the girl’s small face.
Her snow-white cheeks were even whiter and softer than new snow. The tender and smooth touch was transmitted to his palm. Ig gazed at the beautiful girl sleeping peacefully.
Miss Verafia, the young girl who is a phoenix, but her true identity is not just a goddess of flame… she was once the Lord Lothel whom he yearned for.
This was the message Verafia conveyed to him with his hand in hers under that sky, which was evident to both himself and the girl.
However, in the girl’s subsequent behavior, it seemed like a momentary impulsive act. After leaving Lichen, Ig could feel that the girl seemed to be deliberately resisting such issues, trying hard to show herself as a girl…
It was as if she was worried that Ig would dislike and distance himself from her because of her past male identity.
“Young Lady, you are such a fool…”
At that time, Ig had also worried about such a thing in his heart… afraid that he would truly develop a prejudice against Verafia because of her past male experience, and make the girl sad.
However, these thoughts completely vanished when he turned his head and saw the girl’s face.
Yes, the girl in front of him was the one he vowed to protect, the girl he loved… How could he care about her past? Her experience as Lothel should make him cherish her even more.
Ig lowered his gaze. The delicate skin of the jade-like porcelain, as white and smooth as jade, was adorned with the soft moonlight, with a captivating luster that made one want to kiss it gently.
Besides, isn’t she a beautiful girl right now?
“Young Lady, since you are willing to be by my side, how can I care about your past… I love not only you, but everything about you…”
Ig whispered. This was what he had always wanted to say to the girl, but like Verafia, he was worried that if they were completely open about it, it would make the girl uncomfortable, and their relationship would fall into an awkward atmosphere.
Therefore, while the girl was asleep, Ig finally confessed his feelings to her for the first time.
Ig gently held the girl’s exquisite and slender beautiful tender hand and glanced sideways again. Under the quiet moonlight, on the girl’s peaceful little face, a sickly beauty appeared.
Ig’s emotions couldn’t help but sink again.
During the war in Lichen, Verafia was not only severely wounded by Lancaster and her divine spark shattered, almost to the point of soul destruction. However, she was, after all, a divine maiden, and in just over a week, the terrible injuries she had suffered were almost invisible.
However, the girl had never escaped this sickly appearance…
This was not only due to the shattered divine spark and damaged origin, but more importantly, a more noble and proud will was constantly reviving within the girl’s tender and delicate body, spreading through her blood.
Ig held the girl’s delicate tender hand. On her fair and slender wrist, under the fine skin like white jade, a hint of rose-like, bright red crimson could be vaguely seen, like the roots of a flame.
In his True Sight Eye, he saw the crimson beautiful flame, as if in the Gate of Flame Inheritance, it was the flame that had once burned him… This was a blazing flame, completely different from Verafia’s golden flame, yet from the same origin.
“…Even if you are a god, Young Lady, I will protect you.”
Ig said softly, but resolutely. The young man stood up, carefully covered the girl with the thin quilt again, and then walked to the window.
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It will probably take a few more chapters to set the stage before changing maps…
Actually, I originally thought about writing a volume 3.5 where Ig takes Veer to escape, but I thought it was unnecessary. Otherwise, I really don’t know when it will end.