I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 571

Chapter 571 Chapter 29 Trist
Silently, Verafia tilted her pretty face and smiled, handing the short gun in her hand back to Azer.
Watching the red-haired young man take it, the girl’s delicate eyelashes blinked slightly, her big golden eyes turning:
“However, in Azer’s hand, this gun seems to be very powerful… it even took care of that Snow King just now with one shot.”
“Ahem, it’s not like that…”
Praised by Verafia’s clear and pleasant voice, Azer’s face flushed with embarrassment, and he quickly shook his head to explain:
“Compared to what the seniors have passed down, its power, as well as its defense and life, have weakened considerably. Under normal circumstances, at most it could only break through its defense.”
“As you saw, the power of these snow lords seems to have been suppressed…”
Azer’s gaze suddenly fell on the lamp held by the white-dressed girl’s delicate, soft hands. The soft lamplight was still flickering with orange-yellow light, illuminating the world shrouded in frost.
Was it because of this lamp? This Miss Verafia, although she had no aura of magic, did not seem like an ordinary young girl… But what kind of lamp could suppress the traces of calamity?
Azer couldn’t help but think.
Before, when Verafia asked him about the firearm, Azer thought it was just the curiosity of this sickly young lady, but he suddenly had a feeling that the girl’s identity would never be ordinary, and her asking him was not just a joke.
Azer shook his head, raised his eyes to look at the girl again, and suddenly looked thoughtful: “However, existences like the Snow King are rare, and the frost calamity has appeared here…”
“Is there anything strange about this?”
“Yes. The Snow King can only appear during a frost calamity at its peak. The will of calamity that a normal frost calamity brings cannot condense his body.”
Azer nodded as he looked at Ophi, who had approached with a curious expression.
“Moreover, the descent of the frost calamity is not without desire… It needs to harvest life and devour the world’s heat, so frost calamities usually descend upon villages or towns where people gather.”
He paused and looked around, his gaze serious. The surroundings had already been engulfed by the color of frost, but the forms of dead trees could still be seen.
Obviously, this was a remote and rarely visited forest. If they hadn’t sensed the arrival of the frost calamity, they wouldn’t have come here at all.
“Is that so?”
Tilting her head in confusion, Ophi’s sapphire-like big eyes suddenly lit up:
“Um, Azer, last night we met a woman with frost-blue hair, wearing a white robe, um, do you think it’s related to her…”
The other party’s expression suddenly changed, and a sudden, sharp aura, like deep, cold winter snow, startled Ophi into stopping her voice. She almost bit her little tongue and looked at him with a frightened expression.
Azer looked around. Assured that no one nearby had heard her words, his expression eased slightly, but he still solemnly warned:
“Miss Ophi, the one you are talking about is the North Wind Witch. Her figure appears every time a frost calamity occurs, and it has nothing to do with what you said. But please listen to my warning… never mention to anyone that you have seen her, especially in front of Sir Trist.”
Seeing the ice dragon girl’s scared little face nodding repeatedly, Azer suddenly realized that his words might have been too harsh for a girl. He coughed slightly and apologized.
“Um, sorry, I scared you just now… It’s just that such matters are too serious for us. However, as long as Miss Ophi doesn’t say anything, there will be no problem.”
He looked up and saw the black-robed demon hunter who had gone to collect the snow lord’s core returning, so he smiled, easing the tense atmosphere:
“Our seniors are back. Miss Ophi, Miss Verafia, let’s set off as soon as possible. We need to reach Sir Trist’s camp before dark.”
Ophi followed him.
Verafia slightly lowered her face, the lingering gentle smile freezing on her snowy cheeks. Her tender fingers, like uncarved jade, lightly touched her chest.
This was the silk fabric of her dress, gently covering the girl’s soft, tender chest, as tender and cute as the tender lines she displayed… But Verafia knew that further down, this was her true essence.
Beneath the delicate skin was a burning flame.
Even with her divine spark dormant, it was still the most brilliant flame in the entire world.
She was a girl who was a god… but without the power to protect herself, she was undoubtedly the most precious treasure in the entire world, coveted by everyone.
The cold wind rustled by her ears, blowing her soft golden hair. Verafia’s exquisite long eyelashes trembled in the wind.
She recalled Azer’s words, the descent of the frost calamity, perhaps it was the will behind the frost that stripped away the heat of life, paving the way for its revival… However, why did it descend upon this desolate forest, if not for the flame within her body?
Suddenly, her small hand was held by a warm hand. Verafia’s delicate body trembled, and she looked up, seeing Ig’s familiar face before her.
Ig looked at her, sensing the fleeting surprise in his golden eyes. He probably guessed what his girl was thinking. He squeezed her small hand and gently stroked the girl’s little head with his other hand.
“Veer, nothing will happen. I will always be by your side. Besides, nothing happened today, did it?”
“Mhm.”
Verafia nodded. A sweet smile appeared on her slightly raised face, and she said in a soft, gentle voice, “With Ig by my side, let’s hurry and follow them.”
She held up the lamp, illuminating the path ahead, her golden pupils slightly turned, gazing at the boy’s face in the firelight.
Perhaps, one day… whether it be fire or ice, I hope you are not by my side. That would be the right way.
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The wind howled, covering their tracks. Even without being enveloped by the will of the frost calamity, the land still belonged entirely to the wind and snow.
Although her delicate and sensitive mood had temporarily dipped, Verafia quickly adjusted her mood. The smile on her snowy face was exceptionally cheerful, and her golden eyes, glancing around, showed a look of novelty.
The red-haired young man, Azer, still accompanied them.
“Miss Verafia, that is Sir Trist’s camp. Can you see it?”
Azer looked at the girl looking around and smiled, pointing to it.
Verafia raised her golden eyes and looked in the direction he pointed. Although she had no magic, her eyesight was still much stronger than that of ordinary girls. In the wind and snow, she could see where Azer was pointing.
What caught her eye was a large black flag fluttering in the air, looking incredibly solemn. On it was a crest resembling the Witch Hunters’ burning inverted long sword, crossed with a spear symbolizing the fire of judgment.
Azer had told her before that this was the battle flag of the punitive army under the Inquisition.
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I haven’t written this yet…