I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 594

Chapter 594 Chapter 52 Memories of the Fire Saint (Part 1)
The Count’s voice startled both the young man and the girl. Verafia, in a panic, pulled Igger in front of her, hiding her slightly warm little face behind him, indicating that Igger, the “culprit,” should step forward and explain.
The black-haired young man had to brace himself: “Haha, nothing happened. It’s just… some playful banter with the Young Lady.”
The young Count’s delicate eyelashes, with his pale gold eyes, fluttered gently, revealing a knowing smile: “So that’s how it is. Mr. Igger, your relationship with Miss Verafia is truly enviable.”
Igger chuckled. Count Sirius bowed his head slightly to him, then looked at the two young girls behind him, smiling: “However, Mr. Igger, and two beautiful ladies, why don’t you return to the castle with me for now? The traces left by these cultists can be handled by the Inquisition?”
The young man exchanged a brief glance with Verafia behind him, then nodded in agreement.
Count Sirius smiled slightly, signaling the adjusted Count’s guards to prepare the carriage, and then invited Igger and the two young girls to board.
Following the marching knights and the turning wheels of the carriage, they gradually disappeared from the sky’s sight.
However, the golden sunlight that poured from the sky did not dim with the departure of the Count and the young girls.
The streets, damaged by the battle’s explosions, and the innocent injured were continuously being treated by white-robed priests. The residual frost remained, and black-robed Inquisition priests stood guard. The sound of frost-laden wind blew, lifting Sir Trist’s robes, his brow furrowed, his steely face filled with seriousness.
Shadows, almost untouchably bright, leaving only frozen frost, suddenly a tall shadow streaked by. Behind a wide cloak, a black greatsword was slung across his back, as if flickering like a candle flame.
“Roan is dead.”
From beneath the cloak, a hoarse and low voice emerged, like a heavy night sky, unshakeable.
However, emotional fluctuations still permeated the voice. He clenched his fist heavily, as if in anger. Beneath the black robe, veins bulged, writhing like angry snakes: “Those pathetic and foolish people…”
Suddenly, a pure white little hand placed itself on his tightly clenched palm. The man’s voice stopped. In front of his vision, a similarly clad figure in a black robe was slender, like a young girl.
Beneath the hood, silver hair flowed like moonlight on a cold night. Her voice was as melodious as clear ice and snow:
“This was his mission… I believe Roan had already come to terms with it. ‘She’ told us that this city is brewing with conspiracy, and also contains the person ‘she’ is searching for… This is also our mission.”
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The Count’s carriage returned to the castle, escorted by the guards.
The explosion caused by the cultists had only just occurred, but it had already alerted the city. Before the Count had even returned to the castle, many castle guards had already arrived to escort him.
It seemed that Count Sirius had arrived in a hurry and did not have much time to gather his guards. At that time, when Sirius arrived, besides more than ten knights, only Sir Trist was by his side, and not even the Silver Moon Elf named Irene was with him.
Igger thought to himself. He looked up slightly. Count Sirius sat opposite him, the resonance of his voice still lingering in the air.
Outside the carriage window, pale gold sunlight passed through the blue and pink hair, across the young man’s face. His handsome face, in this fleeting smile, possessed a strangely captivating beauty.
It seemed… so desirable…
Startled, Igger quickly shook his head, snapping out of his daze.
What a joke. Although he appreciated the beauty of beautiful girls, was he attracted to the same gender? Even though this young master was very cute, if he wore women’s clothes, he might be mistaken for a very cute girl.
“Pfft.”
Verafia chuckled softly, covering her mouth. Her gorgeous golden eyes curved like a beautiful golden moon, mocking the young man’s reaction.
“Mr. Igger, do you have any questions about what I just said?”
Count Sirius also noticed the young man’s unusual behavior and asked.
“No, not at all.”
Igger’s palm grasped Verafia’s little hand and placed it on his thigh, telling her that his previous expression was a disrespectful gesture towards Count Sirius.
Verafia’s golden eyes widened slightly and glared, indicating that she was mocking him for overthinking things and acting disrespectfully towards his attendant.
Igger ignored the girl’s expression and turned back to Count Sirius: “I was thinking about the information you just gave me.”
The Count’s carriage was specially made, its magical craftsmanship no less impressive than the carriage Elixia had given them when they parted in Rubiel City.
Through spatial magic, it not only had extra space, but after accommodating three people and one dragon, it still felt spacious and possessed excellent soundproofing. Thus, during the journey, Count Sirius conveyed quite a lot, including some secret information.
“Oh? Does Lord Igger have anything else he wishes to ask?”
“No, not really.”
Igger shook his head. Most of his confirmations with Count Sirius did not deviate much from the black-robed adjudicator priests, including the past of the Kasha Cult, their ambitions, and their potential conspiracies.
“You mentioned earlier… the deity worshipped by the Aer Church, is its revered name ‘Fire Saint’?”
This was not the first time he had heard this term. A deity named after “Fire” could not help but pique his interest.
Igger turned his gaze slightly. Beside him, not only had Verafia put aside her playful mood, but she also raised her golden eyes. Even Ophi sat up straight, preparing to listen attentively.
Clearly, even the Ice Dragon Girl guessed that this “Fire Saint” might be related to her friend Verafia.
“As expected.”
Count Sirius shook his head, seemingly guessing his question: “Lord Igger, do you believe that the name ‘Fire Saint’ was born with the advent of the frost calamity?”
Fire and frost are opposites. And the history of the Aer Continent states that the evil god appeared after the frost calamity, extending its claws twenty years ago, devouring the land… But, judging from Count Sirius’s words, it seemed that was not the case?
The young Count smiled slightly, his gaze as if reminiscing, and said: “Since ancient times, the Aer Continent has been a world of perpetual frost and snow, though not as rampant as after the frost calamity twenty years ago, engulfing the land.”
“Perhaps it was the yearning for the light and shadow of fire, beyond the cold winter… In ancient times, the revered name ‘Fire Saint’ flourished with the establishment of the Church. This dates back to the ancient kingdom period.”