I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 738

Chapter 194 The Girl’s Demand
The black-haired boy gripped the offered sword edge tightly, trembling uncontrollably. Verafia could feel Ig’s small hand clenching his own even tighter.
Even though he tried his best to conceal it, it was not difficult to perceive the boy’s surging reluctance, his struggle, and his deep sorrow.
Verafia’s eyelashes fluttered gently, the corners of her lips curving into a smile.
Yes, how could her boy not understand such a chill?
But Verafia truly wished she could stay by his side forever.
However, ever since she chose to return to this world in Verafia’s identity, driven by vengeance, it was a destined outcome. Rather, she was fortunate to be who she was now, to experience the sorrow and sweetness of a young girl’s love.
Even if it was only for a fleeting moment.
She shook her head lightly, as if mocking herself. Verafia took his hand and turned her golden eyes to gaze at the boy’s dim, grief-filled pupils.
“Veer…”
Ig’s voice trembled slightly. In the girl’s scorching gold eyes, brilliant divine radiance sparkled, noble and gorgeous, even adorned with streaks of crimson and exquisite color, yet still gentle and calm as water.
“There’s still one more thing you mustn’t forget.”
The girl winked her golden eyes at him playfully, her slender jade fingers taking his, and streams of gentle power seeped into his body.
Ig offered no resistance. The golden flame divine power gently strengthened his flesh and blood, purifying the residual dark blood that remained after he used Anderdun’s power.
When the Frost Calamity God appeared, Ig had borrowed Anderdun’s power. The intentions of both him and this Demon God were obvious.
Anderdun intended to leave more imprints within Ig’s body with his permission, preparing to seize this physical body. However, such calculations were largely incinerated by the flame sword edge Verafia had swung.
Even though the remnants would not have much effect, they were still burned by the golden flames.
Finally, Verafia’s blazing flame divine power touched the profound, dark Death Divine Spark deep within Ig’s body.
The pitch-black Divine Spark was instantly enveloped in dazzling golden light.
“Anderdun, you can hold back even at this moment. I thought you would threaten me with Ig…”
Not like the girl’s previously soft and tender voice, Verafia’s golden eyes were clear, cold, and lofty as she spoke, “Do you think pretending to be annihilated, you can make this young lady overlook it?”
Ig felt a tremor within his pitch-black Divine Spark. A vast, gloomy, silent death power instantly overflowed, emanating a desolate power, but it was instantly melted by the thin golden radiance that enveloped it.
“Since I have been noticed by you, then naturally I can only surrender myself…”
A moment later, a hoarse, ancient voice emerged from the death Divine Spark. Ig could hear a deep reluctance within it.
Perhaps Anderdun believed that even enveloped by the girl’s divine power, with his strength and Death Divine Spark, he was enough to engulf himself.
Amidst the brilliant flame, ash-grey death magic spread in mid-air, condensing into Anderdun’s phantom.
“Verafia, your power has grown again, and you can suppress this Divine Spark with just divine power. Your sister is about to awaken, isn’t she…”
Crimson splendor flickered in the girl’s golden eyes, but she did not reply, merely gazing at him calmly.
Anderdun’s lips turned bitter: “To threaten you with this brat… If I truly had such a thought, the flames you left in Ig’s body could easily obliterate me, right?”
Verafia’s lips pursed slightly: “It might take some effort. However, Herafir… my sister, she will not stop me.”
“Veer?” Hearing the girl calmly utter the name “Herafir,” Ig’s pupils constricted, and he anxiously turned his face.
The girl gave a slight smile and shook her head at him.
Anderdun’s voice fell silent.
“Then, Goddess Princess, why have you suddenly sought me out? When facing the Frost Calamity God, I already lent my power to this boy as per our agreement…”
“Did that guy promise you that if he lent his power to him, he could release your contract with him?”
Verafia chuckled softly, her golden pupils fixed on Anderdun’s face beyond the greyish-white mist.
How could Verafia not understand the true intentions of this Demon Race Monarch who had always coveted Ig’s body, transformed by the Demon King’s Heart?
Her slender jade fingers drew a thread of soft gold in the flames. Verafia tilted her beautiful head slightly:
“However, since that fellow promised you, this young lady has no need to violate it for him. Regarding… the greedy thoughts and scheming actions you harbored before, this young lady can let bygones be bygones and settle it with you.”
The girl’s voice reached him, and the greyish-white mist around Anderdun shook violently. He tried his best to suppress the surprise in his heart:
“Goddess Princess, what do you want me to do? Protect Ig?”
The corners of her lips curved gently, and the girl’s jade fingers danced in the air, igniting brilliant golden blazing flames.
The authority of flames was revealed at her fingertips, like gilded slender brush tips, drawing intricate and profound contract markings in space.
Her golden eyes fixed on Anderdun, whose expression suddenly solidified: “Sign this contract and recognize Ig as your master.”
“Verafia, this you…” Ig was also taken aback by the girl’s words.
He could only witness the brilliant golden markings the girl had drawn, a powerful divine aura pressing down. If Verafia hadn’t gently held his hand, he would have likely been crushed.
“Verafia, you are insulting me!”
Anderdun’s voice dropped in temperature by countless degrees, and an extremely cold, gloomy aura emitted crackling sounds like lightning over the greyish-white mist.
Suddenly, the dark night sky rippled. Death magic, as dark as an abyss, surged like a volcano suppressed beneath the vast sea, on the verge of eruption.
However, a thin layer of golden radiance enveloped the roaring, angry ocean.
Verafia touched Ig’s hand and took a step forward. Her flawless snow jade face tilted slightly, her golden hair shimmering with radiance, and the girl’s brilliant golden eyes reflected the burning flames.
“This is just my demand.”
The reason Anderdun could suppress his greed for Ig was only because he feared her. She could not even guarantee that the previous contract would not be broken by this Demon Race Monarch.
In her eyes, Anderdun’s danger far surpassed that of the residual Frost Calamity God.
Naturally, Verafia needed to eliminate such a threat to Ig as much as possible while she was still the Flame Goddess.
“If you are unwilling, then… I will have to obliterate you.”