I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 646

Aidezl once personally told them that the witch Caslette was the culprit behind all calamities, and even the slightest connection to her was considered an unforgivable act.
Sir Trist Horn, obviously, knew that Aidezl was marked by the witch and used this to accuse him.
The ice-blue mark that appeared on the red-haired young man’s body under everyone’s gaze would not have any effect, even if Sirius stood there as a count.
The gazes of his former knight colleagues became cold. Trist gave a command, and Aidezl knelt down in pain. Although the knights of the Inquisition stepped forward and shackled the limbs of this “traitor of the witch” with heavy, pitch-black restraints.
From beginning to end, under the suppression of a Star Rank expert’s demonic power, Aidezl did not utter a single word of argument, and even his pained voice seemed silent and still.
Ophilia clenched her long spear with her jade hand, her little face filled with anxiety, and she couldn’t help but take a step forward. Suddenly, Trist’s gaze swept over again.
Ighert’s heartbeat almost faltered under the pressure.
The terrifying pressure of a Star Rank expert, like a surging sea, made him almost unable to breathe. Ighert’s palm clenched heavily.
When he was with Lichen, Ighert had indeed faced the peak powers of the world, such as Star Rank and Saint Rank, and even Bright Knights like Rodrigo, who were considered top-tier among Saint Ranks.
However, at those times, he either had the Sacred Sword given by Lancaster in his hand, or Verafia stood by his side… but facing Trist’s horrifying aura, which was unrestrained and unconcealed, was the first Star Rank he had truly faced!
Ighert’s face tilted slightly, as if the heavy pressure had fallen on his shoulders, and his bones emitted a dull sound.
Where others couldn’t see, in his clenched fist, a wisp of golden flame reflected from the Flame Mark, like a small, ornate, and exquisite golden sword, but on its sun-like golden hue, a pitch-black night was faintly reflected.
– He had refined the Magic Crystal given by Anderdun yesterday, and in his blood, at least half of it was the blood of the Demon Race, like the night. The slight tremor of his bones just now was a change caused by Ighert activating the demonic power of the Demon Race.
Ighert was currently only Platinum, but he was just a step away from the Crystal realm. An enemy of Star Rank was by no means something he couldn’t resist.
Suddenly, a gentle breeze brushed past his face. That slender, willow-like body of the young girl stood in front of him.
“Veer?” Ighert was startled and blurted out.
“Miss Verafia.” Trist’s gaze paused, falling on the girl’s flawless delicate face.
“You still remember this young lady…”
Verafia tilted her head slightly. The terrifying pressure of a Star Rank seemed insignificant to her, only stirring a wisp of her soft golden hair.
The young girl looked up at him again, her gorgeous golden eyes blinking curiously, “But, Lord Trist, if you treat us like this, the Little Count will be unhappy.”
“Miss Verafia, I know you are friends with the Count… However, Aidezl shares the same identity as you.”
Trist’s low, hoarse voice slowly emerged, as steady as always, as if he carried the responsibility of the entire city. He raised his face and said, “And it was Aidezl who brought you back. Miss Verafia, please don’t mind my suspicions.”
As his voice fell, behind him, the Church bishop in a black robe walked forward, still holding a lamp, igniting the light of the flame.
“Hmph. Do as you please.”
Verafia pouted her delicate lips, hugged herself with her jade hands, turned her head, showing her displeasure.
The Church bishop in the black robe approached, and the flame burning on the lamp shone on the young girls and Ighert. Unexpectedly, there was no frost-blue color at all.
Ighert’s slightly suspended heart relaxed. He saw the girl’s subtly curved lips, as if in a mocking smile.
Trist obviously intended to use the crime of colluding with the witch to take them down like Aidezl. However, Ighert remembered that Verafia had mentioned that the day they met the Witch of the North Wind, she had used the residual power in the Flame Crystal to erase the witch’s mark.
The Knight Commander’s eyebrows furrowed heavily, as if he hadn’t expected this. However, Trist remained in place without retreating, the Star Rank pressure accumulating in mid-air.
“Even without a reason, Trist wants to keep us… But is his target us, or her?”
Ighert’s gaze fell upon the pink-haired girl behind him. But this had no impact; Ighert needed to prepare for the worst.
If, excluding Verafia, who could not use divine power, their strongest was still Ophilia, and if I counted himself, it was not impossible to rival a Star Rank.
Moreover, there was also Niya, who had eaten several pieces of Flame Crystal from Verafia and whom even he couldn’t see through.
As for the enemy, Trist gave him more pressure than most Star Rank experts, but the Church bishop might not necessarily help him. He only needed to face him and his knights… Besides this, he also had to consider the possibility of Trist using Aidezl to threaten them.
As expected, Trist frowned and suddenly said, “However, this alone cannot clear your suspicion, Miss. Please return to the Inquisition with your friends. If it is truly a misunderstanding, I will apologize to you in person…”
As he spoke, the momentarily stagnant Star Rank pressure once again pressed down without restraint.
This was almost a strong declaration. Ighert’s palm clenched slightly, the golden flame and the little sword of night fire ready to draw their swords at any moment!
“Lord Trist, you are abusing your authority.”
Suddenly, a clear, cold voice echoed. The clear silver-white moonlight scattered upon the ground, and the Knight Commander’s heavy pressure, like an ocean of steel, retreated under this seemingly gentle moonlight, melting like spring snow!
A hint of pleasant surprise appeared in the pale golden eyes of the pink-haired girl. She quickly turned her head.
“It’s Miss Irene.”
Verafia turned her little face. Not far away, the elf lady, dressed in a black and white maid’s long dress, but with a gorgeous silver sheen like moonlight and an exquisite face, approached. Although her body seemed slender, she was able to withstand Trist’s terrifying pressure.
Verafia was not unfamiliar with this Silver Moon Elf. In the castle, she had even tried to chat with the Moon Elf maid several times.
“Mmm… But why did she come?” Seeing her approach Trist, the young girl’s worried heart slightly eased, but a hint of curiosity reappeared in her golden eyes as she blinked.