I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 671

“Verafia!”
Although her appearance was slightly disguised, Ain immediately recognized the nun following Ophi. “Why are you disguised as a nun?”
The golden-haired nun raised her cheek, and under her cloak, her pure white little face slyly revealed a smile. “Now, I’m a newly ordained nun, my name is Leisa.”
The girl seemed to be in a particularly good mood and even had time to make a joke, lightly raising her delicate eyebrows at Ig.
However, the expression on Ig’s face became a little serious, showing concern. Their coming to Ain’s cabin was not only for him to get his sword, but also for his girl to change her identity here.
The young girl dressing up as a nun was naturally not for the sake of flirtation or a role-playing game.
Ain’s expression was even more bewildered. “Dressed as a nun… could it be that Miss Verafia intends to sneak into the church?”
“Sneak into the church… It’s almost like that.”
The young girl lowered her head, gently pulling on the nun’s robe. The twilight glow shone through the window onto the nun’s white robe, casting shadows that outlined a holy feeling.
However, this solemnity belonging to a nun was quickly broken by Verafia’s mischievous act of sticking out her tongue. “However, the main reason is to go in and find a friend.”
Hearing her words, Ain rested her cheeks on her hands and thought for a moment before saying,
“Verafia’s friend… I heard from Ig and Little Niya that two days ago, the church people captured a red-haired boy named Azer right in front of you. Could it be that Miss Verafia is planning to go look for him?”
The pink-haired girl couldn’t help but grip her fingertips slightly. Beside her, Tais lightly touched her outer robe and stood up, saying,
“The church and Lord Trist are planning the Divine Hymn Ceremony for tomorrow. We cannot determine their true intentions, but from their actions, there is a key point, and that is Mr. Azer.”
Ain nodded, thinking of what she had heard these past few days.
“However, the Leisa that Miss Verafia just mentioned…”
“Miss Leisa is the daughter of a nobleman in Vinash City,” Tais replied. “Her father was once saved by the Kasha Cult and became our companion. We can trust him. Moreover, as Miss Verafia said, Miss Leisa has just become a novice nun in the church, and not many people in the church truly know her.”
“That’s about it.”
Verafia tilted her big golden eyes, her little face filled with novelty. After no longer pretending, she seemed to be very interested in her disguise as a nun, and her little hand reached out to stroke a lock of golden hair that spilled from her cloak.
“It’s probably to let this young lady find where Azer is imprisoned in the church. If Azer can be rescued, regardless of whether their intentions can be accurately known, at least their plans can be disrupted.”
“This…”
Ain looked at the girl’s relaxed expression and seemed to want to say something but stopped. If this Azer was very important, why wouldn’t the church guard him heavily?
But she didn’t make a sound. If even she could think of this, how could Verafia not know?
Beside the Wood Elf, Ig hesitated for a long time before finally raising his face, his gaze falling on the pure white face under the girl’s hood. “Veer, if you go alone, won’t it be too dangerous?”
Verafia widened her big eyes, glared at him, and let out a soft,娇声huff. “It’s already this late, can we change the plan at the last minute? Are you going to go instead of this young lady?”
Ig was speechless for a moment.
The girl in the nun’s robe walked softly beside him, her youthful face lifting in a gentle smile. Her pure white little hand reached out from the long sleeve, gently holding his hand.
“Miss Leisa has no magic, so only I can pretend to be her. Even if it were someone else, who could find Azer?”
Seeing the hesitant expression on Ig’s face, she knew the young man was worried about her. With a rather cute wink of her golden eyes, her voice became exceptionally gentle.
“Moreover, this young lady is only going to find out where Azer is imprisoned, not to fight with the church’s soldiers or priests. Besides, Miss Shiel gave me all the magic scrolls from her castle… Even if I really have to fight them, what can they do to me?”
“Miss Verafia.” Suddenly, a clear young girl’s voice rang out.
Shiel’s slender fingertips tightly gripped the corner of her skirt. She forcefully raised her face and said earnestly,
“You were a powerful mage before… but now you have no magic. Relying only on a firearm and magic scrolls, you might still be in danger. Why don’t you let me accompany you as well?”
Shiel’s sudden suggestion surprised the girl. “Ha, there’s no need for that. It would be easier to arouse suspicion if I went with Shiel.”
Shiel wanted to accompany her because she felt guilty about letting her go into the church alone at such a risk… but Verafia was not willing.
Verafia’s own proposal to go to the church was not just to rescue Azer. As the Goddess of Flame, Cardinal Bishop Bro and his Mistetinn’s Staff were also her targets.
The saint of the church, Cardinal Bro, would definitely use Mistetinn’s Staff during the Divine Hymn Ceremony, and she had a premonition that this was also something the followers of the Frost Calamity would be pleased to see.
Her brilliant golden eyes slightly lifted, looking at the pink-haired girl lightly tugging at her collar. She still seemed unwilling to give up, so Verafia quickly found another reason:
“Besides, Shiel is the lord of this city, and Trist knows your identity. If I were him, I would probably leave your portrait and have the soldiers and priests pay attention to you.”
“As long as I find where Azer is and leave a magic mark, I’ll be fine alone… Perhaps this is the safest mission.”
After hesitating for a long time, Shiel still nodded and lowered her face with some guilt. “Then, Miss Verafia, you must be careful.”
Verafia gave her a faint smile. Her scorching gold eyes slightly lifted again, looking at Ig, who was gazing at her.
The black-haired young man’s palm slightly gripped the hilt of the End sword, but then he quickly released it. Verafia couldn’t quite read his expression, only seeing the deep concern in the young man’s eyes.
“If Veer is determined, then I support you,” Ig finally relented.
Just as Verafia was about to act proud, he suddenly reached into his clothes and took out a red dragon scale, as lustrous as jade, refracting a gorgeous glow like a ruby, and put it into the girl’s small hand.
A trace of the warmth of flames was transmitted. She was the princess of flame, extremely familiar with blazes, and immediately identified its origin.
Ig looked at her. “When I was about to leave, Little Fei’s sister, Miss Fraria, gave me one of her dragon scales, enough to release her full power strike. If the young lady is really going, I can be more at ease if you take it.”