I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 586

“So, Ain, look, is this usable?”
Verafia’s voice was clear and pleasant, her gorgeous gold eyes shimmering slightly as she took out a crystalline fragment radiating golden brilliance from her fair little hand.
The golden light reflected seemed to burn like a magnificent flame in her palm.
“This is…”
Iget’s gaze sharpened, almost exclaiming.
What the girl held was the crystal formed from the blood of the blazing god when she fell, containing the authority and power of flame.
Before the Wood Elf Girl could reply, Niya forcefully lifted her little face, her crimson eyes showing a look of longing and desire.
Ain tapped Niya’s forehead gently with her jade-white fingers.
“Ugh!”
Niya held her head with her little hands, her big eyes welling up with misty tears, her pitiable expression almost unbearable for Verafia to watch.
The Wood Elf Girl took the divine power crystal from Verafia and observed it carefully, “Hmm, it seems like the same flame from that sword… is it from Miss Verafia?”
The golden flame, deliberately restrained under divine power, seemed to burn quietly in her palm. Ain suddenly lowered her eyes in confusion:
“But this flame always gives me a very special feeling… even the elders and great druids in my family don’t have it like this. Instead, it’s like the ancient tree of life planted by the Goddess…”
Iget clicked his tongue slightly, thinking how perceptive this elf girl was. He exchanged a look with Verafia, and after getting her consent, he told the Wood Elf Girl about her identity as the Flame Goddess.
After all, it was the Wood Elf who was re-forging End for them. And Verafia giving her divine power crystal to Ain also implicitly acknowledged Ain’s potential guess about her identity.
“What, the Goddess of Flame?”
The surprise on the Wood Elf Girl’s face lingered for a long time, her gaze falling on the golden-haired girl, her beautiful eyes widening, her slender eyelashes blinking several times.
She thought of the elegant Goddess in elf poems and could not relate this spoiled, willful girl, like a pampered noble young lady, to someone of Lady Shiroselis’s caliber.
“Cough, cough, young lady’s identity is indeed so.”
The girl in his embrace seemed annoyed by the elf girl’s suspicious gaze, a slight flush on her little face. Iget smiled and gently stroked her little head.
Back then, Ophi’s expression after finding out was not much different from Ain’s…
However, by casually stroking her little head like this, was he not considering this Goddess’s dignity?
Iget carefully glanced and found that the Goddess Princess in his embrace did not seem to resist, but rather leaned her little head towards his shoulder as if feeling comfortable.
Iget felt relieved, a smile forming on his face, one hand gently stroking the girl’s soft hair, he looked at the elf girl who was still full of disbelief:
“Miss Ain, can you re-forge End with young lady’s divine power crystal?”
Iget’s voice carried a bit more anticipation and nervousness. Even Verafia, who was sulkingly pouting, secretly raised her gold eyes and looked at the Wood Elf.
“This… Verafia, the Goddess’s divine power crystal…”
Ain hesitated. However, she raised her eyes and said seriously, “I can try… I will do my best.”
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Iget and Verafia lingered at Ain’s home for a while before taking their leave.
Originally, Verafia wanted to go shopping with Ain and Niya. However, after obtaining End and the flame’s divine power crystal, the Wood Elf girl seemed to have dedicated all her thoughts to forging.
So, Verafia pulled Iget’s hand, waved goodbye to Ain and Niya, and departed amidst the reluctance in the red-haired girl’s eyes.
Leaving Ain’s house, it was past noon, and the entire Vinash City was still bustling with prosperity.
It was estimated that Aizel, upon his return, would not find them and would assume they had already left, likely returning to the Inquisition or the hunter’s barracks.
Although they didn’t have Aizel to guide them, fortunately, before Iget left Sirius’s castle, the Little Count had gifted him a specially marked map, so he wouldn’t be completely lost in Vinash City.
Golden sunlight poured down from the sky. Even though it was like the eternal deep winter, the gentle warm sun made one feel comfortable.
In his ears, he heard the noisy sounds of the crowd. The city trade in Vinash City was quite prosperous, no less than the prominent great cities of Vester and Rubiel in Peka, filled with merchants and shops.
Ophi, who always had an active mind, quickly lost interest in her eyes. So, after saying goodbye to Verafia and Iget, she found a dessert shop that looked exquisitely decorated and temporarily parted ways.
Thus, only Iget remained by Verafia’s side.
Holding the girl’s little hand, Iget suddenly noticed that the girl had lowered her little face slightly. He asked doubtfully, “What’s wrong, Veer? Are you tired? Do you need to rest for a while…”
“Ah, it’s nothing.”
Verafia, who seemed to be lost in thought, quickly shook her head upon hearing the young man’s voice. Suddenly, a hint of hesitation flashed in her golden eyes, and she looked up slightly:
“Um, Iget… were you really thinking about this young lady just now?”
Like the singing of a nightingale, the girl’s voice was soft and pleasant, but in its clear tone, there seemed to be a hint of confusion.
Iget froze for a moment before remembering that the girl was referring to their time at Ain’s house.
He coughed awkwardly, gently stroking the girl’s little head with his palm, “Why are you asking this all of a sudden, Veer?”
Seeing that Iget did not answer, after a long while, Verafia pouted her rosy cheeks and mumbled indistinctly.
“…I just wanted to know.”
She said softly, gently removing the young man’s hand from her head, her sideways gold eyes looking into the distance, revealing a hint of disappointment.
Verafia also realized that her mood seemed to change easily now… like the delicate feelings of a sensitive girl.
She had felt indifferent before, but for some reason, upon seeing a beautiful, youthful girl just now, she had inexplicably started to overthink.
Her sideways gaze fell on the palm of the young man holding her hand.
Their fingers were clasped like lovers, and her tender skin could feel the warmth of the young man.
Iget… does he truly like me? I’m not a pure girl, and I’m so willful. Will he just pity me?
And there are so many outstanding girls who like him…
Her tender fingertips tightened slightly.
Verafia knew in her heart that this was probably just her own overthinking and unreasonable behavior… If she said it out loud, she would surely be considered a troublesome girl…
But the brilliance in the girl’s golden eyes couldn’t help but drift.