I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 645

Chapter 645 Chapter 103 The Witch’s Mark
“Trist, what are you talking about!”
The sudden turn of events made the Knight Commander’s stern scolding not only unexpected for Verafia and the others, but the pink-haired girl’s delicate body trembled heavily as she exclaimed in surprise.
However, Sir Trist merely swept his gaze coldly over her, a mere insignificant glance, yet the terrifying pressure of a Star realm expert bore down like ocean waves.
Ophi quickly blocked in front of them, the heavy pressure causing the young girl’s delicate and youthful little face to pale slightly, and the long boots on her slender legs beneath her skirt armor couldn’t help but retreat a step.
“Iggert…”
Verafia gently pulled the young man’s arm, turning her face, and from his clear blue eyes, she saw thoughts identical to her own.
Sir Trist Horn, with his illustrious reputation, was the Knight Commander of the Inquisition, hailed as the Steel Knight and the Shield of Vinash. Just now, he had regarded Azer as an enemy, and even in broad daylight, without any hesitation, declared him a spy of the “Frost Calamity”!
Moreover, this could not possibly be a misunderstanding.
She had seen it very clearly just now; the moment Trist appeared, the expression that appeared in the pink-haired girl’s pale gold eyes was one of pleasant surprise… and, just now, she had directly called out Trist’s name. Clearly, in the girl’s understanding, Trist knew her identity.
However, this Knight Commander of the Inquisition did not pay the slightest attention, as if they were unrelated individuals.
—Or rather, he was deliberately ignoring the girl’s identity.
The pink-haired girl was not foolish either. After a moment of slight confusion, she reacted, her beautiful pale gold eyes staring at Trist in shock, her fair fingers tightly gripping the corner of her skirt, her exquisite face turning pale.
In the presence of a Star realm expert, even if Ophi wanted to do something, it seemed difficult to move, and Azer was directly suppressed and apprehended.
His face showed pain, but the red-haired young man still tried his best to lift his face. Even though he was suppressed by Trist’s aura and couldn’t make a sound, he still widened his eyes and looked at him forcefully.
The sound of shuffling footsteps echoed from behind the knights in steel armor. A middle-aged cleric, holding a scepter and wearing a white-trimmed robe with flame patterns, walked out from among the Inquisition Knights.
Verafia was also familiar with this cleric; he was the Bishop of the Church of Vinash. They had met him half a month ago after a fierce battle with the followers of Kasha, and the Bishop had discussed Azer with Sirius.
“Lord Trist, you say the traitor is him—”
The Bishop saw the red-haired young man who was heavily suppressed, kneeling on the ground, still raising his face defiantly. His eyes flickered, and then he saw Verafia and the others confronting him not far away, hesitating for a moment.
“However, Azer is your disciple after all, and he also has a very close relationship with the Count…”
“In the face of the threat of the Frost Calamity, this is not a question.”
Waving his hand, Trist interrupted the Bishop. His iron-gray eyes fell on Azer’s face, and he said indifferently:
“First of all, I am a Knight of the Inquisition, and my duty is to protect Vinash from the erosion of the Frost Calamity… If, as we suspect, there is an issue with Sirius, I will explain it to him in person.”
As he spoke, Trist raised his gaze, imperceptibly scanning the girl’s face.
The pink-haired girl heard this voice, her pink fists clenched in anger, biting her silver teeth hard, but she knew she was powerless.
Verafia’s scorching gold gaze swept over, and she saw the girl dejectedly lower her face. Both Verafia and the girl knew that even if she spoke, Trist would absolutely not acknowledge her identity.
“Moreover, regarding Azer, we are only making a guess. It cannot be denied that this might just be our misjudgment?”
Trist’s voice sounded. His gaze fell on Azer’s face again, and he showed a slightly relaxed smile. Then, he turned around and faced the black-robed Bishop, “Thus, I trouble His Excellency the Bishop to conduct an appraisal.”
“Trist’s words are just to persuade the Bishop. He wouldn’t go to such great lengths and then let Azer go.”
Verafia immediately understood in her heart, “This way, Trist must have full confidence. The evidence he can point to Azer for ‘betrayal’ cannot possibly be just leaving beforehand, so…”
With Trist’s words, the Bishop clearly had no reason to refuse. He gave a wry smile, nodded, walked closer to the red-haired young man, and took out an ancient silver lamp from his ceremonial robe.
Although ancient, the metal utensil of the lamp was decorated with intricate patterns, like religious markings, exuding a sacred aura. Milky white lamp oil was solidified at the top of the lamp.
The Bishop recited a sacred prayer, and the brilliant golden radiance shimmered with the chanting. Then, the solidified lamp oil on the lamp ignited, revealing a holy and solemn aura with a sacrosanct golden light as the flame was lit.
“This flame is…” Verafia uttered a sound.
“This is the miraculous fire of the Church of the Fire Saint.” The pink-haired girl had approached her at some point, her cheeks showing nervousness and worry, but she still softly explained to her.
The golden flame light touched the air and the ground, scattering over the entire body of the red-haired young man kneeling on the ground. Suddenly, the Bishop’s palm trembled violently, his expression changed, and a striking frost blue color caught his eye. He exclaimed, “That is… the mark of the Witch?”
He was not the only one who saw it.
Sir Trist, the Inquisition Knights behind him, including Verafia and the pink-haired girl opposite them, clearly saw that under the golden flame light, Azer’s body displayed a striking frost blue, like a crystal-clear and dazzling ice crystal mark, attached beneath his flesh and blood.
“How is this possible, Brother Azer…” The pink-haired girl cried out in dismay, her exquisite face and pale gold beautiful eyes overflowing with panic.
Verafia, however, did not react much.
She had already seen the mark of the Witch mentioned by the Bishop. Moreover, this was indeed the mark of the North Wind Witch, Kaslet.
The marks left by divinities, apostles, and ancient gods on mortals, such as “God’s Chosen” or “Apostles,” represented that they had once been noticed by Them, representing God’s choice.
In Verafia’s speculation, Kaslet was a being of equal standing to the evil gods after the Frost Calamity. However, that Witch lacked the authority of power, and could not even control the traces she left on the beings she contacted—
Perhaps that Witch didn’t even know how to erase it.
The Witch’s mark on Azer was left when he encountered the Witch and was noticed by her. Although it had no effect on him, it was revealed under the divine art prayer of the Church of the Fire Saint.
This was Trist’s leverage.