I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 607

Chapter 607 Chapter 65 The Failed Feeding
However, Ig looked up and around, but did not find Count Sirius beside the Silver Moon Elf.
“But, is the Count not here?”
Ig said with a slight surprise. Although Sirius was the Count Lord of Vinash Castle, he rarely left his castle. For example, at breakfast, he would often come to the dining room with Irene to have a meal together.
Verafia pouted her lips, looking at him as if he were an idiot, seemingly displeased that her boyfriend could be so foolish.
Ig ruffled the girl’s soft hair and playfully tapped her little head.
Just now, he was thinking about the girl and didn’t notice that Count Sirius was not there.
“It’s not a problem.”
Irene hands clasped her white apron on her maid dress, shook her head, “Young Master asked me to apologize to Miss Verafia and Mr. Ig, because he had important matters and had to leave for now. However, he has specifically instructed that a suitable breakfast be prepared.”
After speaking, Irene bowed slightly to them. Verafia’s slightly raised golden eyes showed a hint of curiosity, but Ig playfully ruffled her head and led her to follow the Silver Moon elf maid.
Vinash Castle had a spacious and magnificent dining room, but after staying in the castle for half a month, Verafia was no longer unfamiliar with it. As she walked with the Silver Moon Elf, the exquisite breakfast and soft pastries had been prepared by the castle chefs on the long table.
Verafia found her seat and sat down, after which Ig and Ophi sat beside her. Across the long table, the Silver Moon Elf slightly signaled to her and then quietly ate her breakfast.
However, Count Sirius was indeed not present. Was he delayed by something? But this was unusual.
Verafia shook her head slightly, then shook her head again, and turned her gaze to the front, beginning to examine her breakfast.
The dishes were very different from the styles of Agrand Continent and Peka Kingdom, with a distinctly Aer characteristic and were quite exquisite. However, Verafia did not find them difficult to adapt to, and they surprisingly suited her appetite.
However, compared to others, Verafia also found that her plate also had an extra exquisite cake, with a soft appearance and a faint sweet aroma, which was very much to Verafia’s liking.
Obviously, it was specially prepared for her.
Whether it was being a girl or pretending to be Miss Phoenix, Verafia had an unusual fondness for the sweet and soft cakes, and now, after truly revealing her inner feelings, she no longer had any burdens in her heart.
In the past, Ig had curiously asked her if she really liked cakes so much, and she had puffed out her snow-white cheeks and glared at him with her golden eyes as if angry.
As a girl, is there anything wrong with liking sweet and soft pastries… That guy, who said he liked me, still doesn’t really consider me a girl, does he?
Verafia blinked her golden eyes, thinking in her heart. She gently picked up the silver knife and fork, scooped up a piece of cake, and put it in her mouth.
“However, Count Sirius ordered the chef to prepare it for me… That little Count is a very thoughtful person.”
Breakfast proceeded in a somewhat quiet atmosphere. The crisp sound of knives and silver forks gently touching the plates was occasionally heard.
Verafia was a little unaccustomed, and suddenly raised her golden eyes.
Normally, when Count Sirius was present, the young man’s gentle personality and soft tone often created a pleasant atmosphere.
However, when he was not present, the Silver Moon Elf, who would normally respond a few times, was completely immersed in a quiet atmosphere, simply eating breakfast.
Even though Ophi, who was lively and a bit airheaded, tried to say a few words but found that only Verafia responded and didn’t strike up a conversation, so she simply buried her head and ate her breakfast.
As for Ig…
Verafia quietly turned her head. The black-haired young man sitting beside her, uncharacteristically, didn’t notice her. He picked up his fork with his right hand and brought food to his mouth, his brows appearing pensive, as if thinking about something.
“He even ignored me…”
Verafia puffed out her snow-white cheeks, a little displeased. Suddenly, her golden eyes rolled, shining brightly. She picked up a piece of cake on her plate with her fork, tilted her delicate body, and stuffed it into Ig’s mouth.
Well, as a lover, it’s only natural to be fed by his girlfriend.
The young girl thought happily, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips, her golden eyes flowing with a gentle color.
“Hmm, Veer?”
Ig was slightly stunned, then a smile appeared on his lips. He gently ruffled her little head, opened his mouth, and ate the pastry offered by the girl:
“It’s delicious… But, Veer, don’t fool around.”
Verafia’s fleeting smile suddenly froze, and then her golden eyes glared at the young man with half-annoyance.
What do you mean, I’m fooling around…
This guy who doesn’t understand a girl’s heart, shouldn’t he gently pull me into his arms, then blow hot air into my ear, and then say with a charming smile, “Girl, your cake is delicious, but you are even more delicious”?
Even if not so sentimental, you guy, don’t be like a blockhead when this young lady finally mustered up the courage!
For some reason, her little head started to think wildly again, her snow-white face slightly flushed. Verafia gently bit her lips, glared at Ig with shame and anger, and simultaneously leaned her delicate body towards the young man, pinching his jade-like thigh hard with her slender hand.
Ig almost couldn’t stand the pain. He quickly turned his gaze, saw the girl’s golden eyes full of shame and anger, gently picked up her small hand, but was a little confused, wondering what was wrong with this young lady again, she was rarely this unreasonable.
At this moment, the elf maiden sitting opposite them slightly raised her head. In her silver eyes, the scene of the young man and the girl fooling around opposite them was reflected. Her exquisite face, like frost and snow, seemed to recall something, and a gentle smile appeared.
Irene put down her knife and fork, looked at the black-haired young man, and suddenly said, “Mr. Ig, are you thinking about Young Master?”
“You mean Count… Ah, yes, a little.”
He lightly ruffled the girl’s little head, signaling her not to be angry. Ig quickly turned back and said, “I was thinking if Count was busy because of the Kasha Cult matter a few days ago.”
The Kasha Cult, in the eyes of the people of Aer Continent, was a notorious and infamous cult organization, no less than the Frost Worshippers. Half a month ago, they had insidiously infiltrated Vinash City and caused a terrifying explosion under the pursuit of the Inquisition.
However, that black-robed swordsman, under his own blazing Holy Spear, had handed a frost ice crystal to Verafia.