I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 569

Chapter 569 Chapter 27 Witch Hunter (Part 2)
“Is this… a gun?”
Verafia’s golden eyes showed a hint of curiosity.
Although she had no magic power, as the strongest swordswoman and now the Flame Goddess, her eyesight was not bad. Few things in the world could attract her interest.
As Verafia was sizing it up, the Black Robe Mage, who was leading the “Witch Hunters,” squinted his eyes and scanned the three people who had appeared.
Compared to Verafia, the mage was even more surprised.
The black-haired youth in front of him was a platinum swordsman, rare in the entire alliance for his age… and beside the youth was a girl with exquisite dragon horns and a long, frost-blue dragon tail, undoubtedly a dragon maiden. Like him, she had the crystal realm, and her magical aura was even more powerful.
But compared to them, it was the girl protected in the middle, without any magical aura, looking like a sickly noble young lady, who caused him unease. His intuition told him that this golden-haired, white-dressed girl was by no means as ordinary as she appeared.
“Young man, and two young ladies, may I ask which city-state you are from? How did you appear in the witch’s death zone?”
In response to his question, Igget simply said that they were shipwrecked and drifted here. The other party was not surprised, stating that they had guessed they were visitors from another continent based on their different languages.
Finally, Igget raised his head and requested, “Your Excellency, could you take us to a city?”
The Black Robe Mage lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then said, “Coincidentally, Sir Trist is also waiting for us to return to Vinash City for supplies. Igget, my lord, if you don’t mind traveling with us.”
He then turned to the red-haired youth: “Then, Azer, the safety of Igget and these two young ladies is your responsibility.”
The red-haired youth responded, sword in hand, and approached Igget and the young ladies, bowing to them.
Igget was slightly surprised that his request was granted so easily.
In his impression, any organization called the “Inquisition” was biased towards religious fanaticism and conservatism. Igget originally thought he would have to use sacrifices or other treasures to move these “Witch Hunters.”
As for the red-haired swordsman named Azer, who was called to his side, while ostensibly protecting them, he was clearly monitoring them.
Igget smiled slightly and didn’t have many objections. It was only natural for them to be wary of him, and his goal was indeed to go to the city called Vinash Castle.
After a brief stop, the “Witch Hunters” in black robes set off again. Verafia continued to hold the lantern in one hand, holding Igget’s hand with her other, and followed behind the red-haired youth.
Unlike his silent demeanor on the surface, this young swordsman named “Azer” was not difficult to get along with.
After a simple exchange of words, Verafia struck up a conversation with Azer.
From his words, Verafia learned that this continent was called Aer Continent, and Vinash City, where they were heading, was a coastal port ruled by a noble family from “Gasolan.”
“After the ancient kingdom split, a hundred years ago, the city-states on the continent, including Vinash City, which belonged to the Count, formed the Carol Alliance. Initially, the alliance’s council was located in Winterfall City…”
“Winterfall City?”
Verafia raised her head. She didn’t remember Azer mentioning this city. Seeing the boy’s slightly heavy expression, her golden eyes blinked slightly, and she guessed: “Could it be that this city has been destroyed?”
“As you said, Miss Verafia.”
Azer’s voice was dull. He tightened his grip on his sword, his blue eyes reflecting the white light from the frost mist.
“There are rumors that twenty years ago, the North Wind Witch appeared in Winterfall City, and the frost storm devoured the city afterward. Then, disaster was born from the frost wind, constantly eroding the continent… just like what you see before your eyes.”
“These frost ice mists represent the traces of disaster. Even Saint Rank sages cannot do anything about them. However, the lamp in Miss Verafia’s hand seems to be able to melt them. This is the first time I’ve seen it.”
Azer looked up again at the lamp held by Verafia’s slender hand. The soft light melted the surrounding ice mist, and he couldn’t help but be curious: “Miss Verafia, can you tell me the origin of this lamp?”
Verafia blinked her golden eyes. She thought she couldn’t say it was made from her divine power crystals, so she shook her little face and said:
“Hmm… I don’t know either. I brought it from home.”
Azer understood that the girl was unwilling to elaborate, so he smiled and didn’t press further.
Suddenly, a pleasant, bell-like young girl’s voice came: “Hmm, then, Azer, are you Witch Hunters here to destroy such a disaster and eliminate that North Wind Witch?”
Ophi’s frost-blue, beautiful eyes blinked, and she tilted her head curiously.
“The North Wind Witch…”
Azer smiled self-deprecatingly and shook his head: “The goal of eliminating disaster is too grand. All we can do now is to eliminate the traces of the frost calamity as much as possible.”
The Ice Dragon Girl’s frost-blue big eyes showed confusion. She just remembered that Azer had just said that even Saint Rank sages could not clear these ice mists…
Azer saw her confusion, smiled, and explained:
“The residual frost mist is the remnant magic power after the disaster. It won’t last too long. What we need to clean up are the residual snow sprouts… They have no wisdom, but their instinct is to devour all life and heat that approaches them.”
After that, Azer briefly introduced the information about the snow sprouts to them. As remnants of the frost calamity, they were not much different from what Verafia had thought.
Seeing that Azer had answered Ophi’s question, Verafia moved closer to the front, still wanting to ask about the “Witch” she had been interrupted from before.
At this moment, a wave of frost-white cold wind suddenly blew, making Verafia unable to open her eyes.
“Young Lady!” Igget grabbed her hand and shielded her behind him.
“This is…”
In the gust of wind, mixed with strange frost magic, Verafia couldn’t help but think of the blizzard that had descended last night.
Her jade-like little hand, exposed to the cold wind, raised the lantern with all her might. Under the soft light, it allowed her to see the scene with extremely low visibility.
At the end of the wind was a vast frost white… not only the strange snow sprouts they had seen several times, but also a powerful aura rushed towards them with the wind. A giant with strange ice thorns growing on its huge body, it was a giant made of frost ice!
The surrounding air was constantly dropping frozen ice blocks, and the exhaled air condensed into cold ice gravel!
“This is… a Snow Sprout King!”
A fearful voice from the Witch Hunters around them could be heard.
“I feel like it’s a bit messy…”