I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 702

“What do you want to do?”
Igter stood in front of the girl. The robed priest raised his eyes and saw that it was the black-haired young man, and his heart fluttered for a moment.
In the Inquisition, he had seen this seemingly young man actually block Trist’s attack, and the aura that faintly emanated from him made him instinctively fearful.
However, he immediately thought of his reason and felt he had done nothing wrong. He straightened his back and said, “We just want this young lady to save us. As long as she can cast that kind of spell again…”
The priest’s words made everyone who was struggling to survive in the frost cast their gazes over.
“Spell? Don’t you know how much Veer consumes, and what kind of danger it will put her in—”
Igter’s voice was suppressed with a hint of anger. Verafia, in order to prevent them from being swallowed by the frost, had lit a flame in the gaps of space, but this was by using her own power.
Although Verafia said afterwards that it didn’t matter, that was clearly just the girl worrying about his safety.
—Every bit of flame power used represented one more step of assimilation of the will of the flame within her body.
How could Igter allow his girl to face the danger of being devoured by another flame?
Even if Verafia agreed to this priest, Igter would definitely oppose and stop her! Perhaps this was his selfishness, but Verafia was his everything, and to Igter, this was the only answer.
“It’s just some consumption. We can compensate her.”
The priest’s voice came. Perhaps at ordinary times, he would have felt ashamed of forcing a girl like this, but at this moment, the biting cold mist made him not care about these things at all.
Moreover, the expectant gazes from behind gave him a sense of righteousness. It was as if he was sacrificing himself for justice.
“Miss, you wouldn’t want to see us all die from the frost calamity, right? As long as you make a move…”
The robed priest looked at Verafia, who was blocked by Igter, with an excited expression.
The girl lowered her head. Her pure white nun’s robe gently fluttered, outlining her delicate and beautiful figure. Her soft golden hair fell gently, and her flawless snowy cheeks looked pure and soft.
A young lady who had been protected like this and came from a noble background was not naive and tender. Moreover, kind people like them were often willing to sacrifice themselves to save more people…
Verafia gently raised her golden eyes.
Before her, the robed priest’s expression fell into her eyes, and behind the priest, everyone’s gazes were on her.
Perhaps they were ashamed to speak, unlike this priest who clearly pressured her, but their gazes conveyed a similar meaning.
“Tsk.”
With slender fingers as delicate as carved jade, Verafia brushed a strand of hair aside. She looked at them, and a slight, mocking smile touched her tender red lips.
She wouldn’t even pay attention to moral blackmail like this when she was still Lothel. How could she, who had now become a very mean and selfish girl, be selfless and sacrifice herself?
Verafia had thought about death many times. But if possible, she longed for a quiet and soft life, with melodious birdsong and delicate floral scents in her imagination, as a real girl, with the person she liked and her friends.
A saintly, silly, and sweet young lady? She wasn’t that kind of person.
Moreover, she didn’t even know many of these people, and they weren’t her friends… If she could help them by the way, Verafia might not mind, but she needed to use the goddess’s power, and at the risk of accelerating her assimilation by Herafir… it was completely impossible.
If she were truly replaced and turned into a stranger, how sad would Igter, Little Fei, and Flarn be…
Verafia gently held Mistetinn’s Staff in her hand. For some reason, a touch of sadness welled up in her heart, and her golden eyes felt a little astringent.
She quickly flicked a slender eyelash, then gently raised her head and looked at the people with eager eyes.
“Why do you think I would agree to you?”
The girl’s voice was still mellow and pleasant, but it seemed to be stained with a trace of frost and moon, clear and translucent, yet cold and indifferent.
“But if you don’t help us, we will all die here. Can you really bear it…”
The robed priest did not expect the girl to refuse so directly. He wanted to say more, but seeing that the girl’s beautiful face was no longer as soft as before, and was also tinged with a thin layer of frost, he gritted his teeth:
“Are you just going to watch us freeze to death?”
He wanted to incite everyone to put pressure on the girl. There was a commotion in the crowd. Igter’s right hand was already on his sword, and Ophi quickly stood in front of Verafia.
Standing behind Igter and Ophi, Verafia gently lifted her chin, as if proudly saying, “What does this have to do with this young lady” and “Can you do anything to this young lady.”
“You!”
The robed priest gritted his teeth tightly, and suddenly his eyes widened. As if grasping at a life-saving straw, he showed ecstasy: “You’re holding Mistetinn’s Staff! If that’s the case, why don’t you save us!”
“Unreasonable.”
Igter frowned. “This staff was snatched from Trist by Veer at the risk of her life. What does it have to do with you?”
“Mistetinn’s Staff is a sacred relic of the Church—”
“Mistetinn’s Staff was born under the brilliance of the Fire Saint. Even as a sacred relic, it has little to do with the Church, let alone you.”
Suddenly, a clear female voice rang out. The pink-haired noble girl stepped forward, her light gold eyes looking at the priest blocking the girl’s path. On Shiel’s exquisite face, disappointment and anger were evident.
“Moreover, Miss Verafia has already done many things for us. At the moment the frost calamity broke out, if it weren’t for her, we would all have died… Why are you forcing Miss Verafia to sacrifice herself for us now?”
Shiel was also afraid of death, afraid of being frozen into ice and becoming nourishment for the frost calamity, especially when her brother Azer knew of her young girl identity.
Miss Verafia, Shiel had some guesses about her identity.
But she had never seen her truly cast such a spell. Compared to that, it must have been a great harm to Verafia… How could she entrust all her wishes to Miss Verafia’s efforts and her sacrifice?
The red-haired young man stood beside her, silently indicating his stance.
The robed priest was deflated by Shiel’s words, his face flushed, and he angrily said, “What is your identity, and what right do you have to make decisions for all of us?”
Shiel sneered, like a swan, she raised her light gold eyes. Although she was shorter, she seemed to look down from above:
“I am Shiel Gasolan, the Count of Vinash. Miss Verafia is staying here to help us at my invitation.”
In the other party’s shocked eyes, the girl’s voice continued to come:
“Moreover, even without this identity, in front of you, do I not have the right to protect Miss Verafia?”