I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 758

chapter 214 The Goddess
Although the young man’s eyes were filled with hatred, the red-haired goddess still looked at him gently.
This was not due to Verafia’s influence, nor any supposed affection for him, but solely because it represented a hint of gentle sorrow faintly revealed in Herafir’s gaze.
Ridiculous… Why would the God King of Flame, who represented destruction, be associated with gentleness?
Igter thought to mock, but End in his hand trembled uncontrollably.
The Flame Goddess gazed at him, not like Verafia, who barely reached his chest. She slightly lowered her butterfly head: “I’m sorry… I didn’t intend to disturb her.”
The Goddess’s voice was as delicate and gentle as always, faintly revealing a hint of sadness.
Igter had heard similar words from Verafia’s account. But at this moment, he absolutely could not accept it: “Then, why did you appear—”
“Before the world was born, a wisp of flame illuminated chaos… The primordial fire lit up the world, keeping the blazing flames perpetually burning. Ten thousand years ago, I was heavily wounded by the Sacred Sword, and the residual flames, in the depths of Aizeliasia, ignited new flames.”
Herafir’s expression was somewhat dejected as she recounted the inheritance of the Flame God King position: “She… should have told you, we should be one. The moment the flame was ignited, my will awakened in the eternal river. This is something that neither she nor I could refuse.”
“But it was you who appeared here!”
Herafir looked at him and gently shook her head: “This is her request… She couldn’t bear to see you risk your life for her, nor did she want to see you devoured by eternal ice and darkness.”
Although it was the gentle voice of a young girl, it made Igter feel even more distressed, as if a hard hand were tightly gripping his heart. The unbearable pain and self-reproach lingered in his heart, almost making Igter’s trembling body unable to restrain itself.
“Veer…”
Igter tightly grasped his sword and, with great difficulty, raised his gaze.
“You want to kill me and save her?”
Herafir lightly chuckled, but her expression did not change at all; she continued to gaze at the young man before her with gentleness.
“But you cannot kill me… Moreover, this body also belongs to her. Killing me would also mean killing her. You cannot bring yourself to do it.”
As if stripped of all conviction, Igter knelt on the ground in dejection, End thrust into the ground.
A hint of sympathy and self-reproach appeared in Herafir’s rose-like, resplendent crimson eyes. She silently gazed at the young man before her.
The current Flame Goddess is the girl named “Verafia.” Even though Herafir had not truly experienced it, she could still feel the deep affection between her and the young man before her.
Herafir had not lied about “Verafia.”
Her relationship with the girl had been that of being one from the very beginning, and it was not a matter of her taking over the girl, nor simply replacing her, but rather her will gradually surfacing and merging with hers.
Even though Herafir had suppressed it as much as possible, she, not having fully awakened, could not resist. And now, even as the God King, she was still powerless.
The current Flame Goddess remained “Verafia.” However, compared to her original state as the primordial fire, the girl’s memories were shallow, which was why she manifested the majority of the consciousness.
Herafir looked at the young man with a face full of deathly stillness. She suddenly frowned for a brief moment, her slender fingers touching her chest, feeling a tearing pain.
“Is this her emotion…”
Herafir murmured softly.
Unlike Igter, who sat despondently on the ground, the entire ruined palace, including Winterfall City, and the warriors marching towards the ice, were filled with an atmosphere of relief and joy.
As the origin of ice was sealed by the Goddess of Flame, the ice and snow quickly melted throughout the city. Even those who stood in the Saint Rank domain could feel the fading of the ice law in the world.
This meant that the evil deity who brought the frost calamity twenty years ago had completely fallen. In the war between calamity and civilization, they had achieved ultimate victory.
Perhaps there were still traces of the Frost God’s frost and snow, as well as some remnants of the frost calamity’s minions and followers, but this could only temporarily delay their eventual victory.
However, amidst the cheering crowds, Ophi hurriedly arrived: “Igter!”
Ophi, who had blocked the attacks of Count Robert and others for Igter, and forcefully endured the pressure of the Frost God, was still significantly injured, yet she arrived with great worry.
But the Ice Dragon Girl stopped in her tracks and saw the red-haired Goddess blocking her path.
“You are not Veer, but her sister.”
Ophi stood before her cautiously, slightly raising her face. Her frost blue big eyes looked at the deity before her with a hint of alertness.
“Sister…”
A hint of melancholy flickered in Herafir’s eyes, but she gently shook her head, sighed, and then raised her face again, looking at the Ice Dragon Girl:
“You are her friend. Moreover, she gifted you a wisp of frost origin that she severed…”
Her gaze shifted slightly. Following the Ice Dragon Girl, who had arrived in a hurry, was the frost-haired witch, Caisleith.
“Your Majesty the God King.” Caisleith bowed slightly.
Behind the two girls, not only Shiel and Azer followed, but also powerful Saint Rank individuals and influential lords appeared.
“Your Highness Goddess.”
Grand Duke Ilboia bowed to her piously. The warriors cheered in honor of the Fire Saint, but he, as a Saint in the Sacred Domain, clearly understood that the eradication of the Frost God was due to the power of this divine maiden.
Herafir’s gaze swept upward slightly. Behind Grand Duke Ilboia, more and more people gathered. They were the humans with distinguished positions of authority on this continent.
However, most of them were not church officials. Even the Cardinals and Bishops who followed behind had expressions of tension and a hint of apprehension.
After all, the Church existed by faith in the gods… The emergence of a new deity would naturally shake the authority of the old ones. But these were not things she needed to consider.
In the secular world, what was achieved would always be accepted.
Herafir gently shook her head.
“There’s no need to be so reserved.”
Ilboia stepped forward and said respectfully, “If it weren’t for your power, this frost could not have been erased, and the entire civilization would have been forever shrouded in winter.”
“It was not from my power. It was you, as civilized beings, who declared war on the frost… I merely severed the last wisp of frost at her request.”
“Her?”
Although uncertain of the exact person the Goddess referred to, Ilboia had a guess forming in his mind.
Herafir’s crimson eyes tilted upward slightly: “However, on this continent, although it is a world of frost, there are traces of flame.”