I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 760

Chapter 216 Fragments
Sighing, Herafir looked back at the red-haired young man standing before her:
“Her memory contains your name. You are called Azer… and you have comprehended her laws.”
“This is a blessing granted to me by Miss Verafia.”
“Indeed. If it weren’t for the fallen celestial evil god… you should have been the deity of ice. No wonder you can comprehend her laws.”
Herafir gazed at him, and suddenly a look of realization dawned on her. Azer looked up in surprise.
Castliet wore an expression of “I see.”
The deity of ice was originally born complete within the frost… but after being replaced by the will of the celestial god, its origin became himself, and the developing will, as a human, was born as Azer before him.
Therefore, it was not difficult to understand why, as if drawn by fate, he had met her more than once, and within just a few days, he could comprehend Verafia’s laws… and even be chosen by Cardinal Bro as their new god, the vessel for the heart of ice.
Understanding the meaning of the goddess’s words, the many dukes present looked at him in surprise, pondering the meaning of her words.
Even many cardinals in the church showed flickering eyes, considering whether they could use him to counter the future goddess of ice.
A trace of surprise flashed in Shiel’s light gold eyes, and her slender little hand subconsciously grasped him, showing her concern.
But Shiel’s tender little hand was enveloped by Azer’s broad big hand. He raised his face and said,
“Your Highness Goddess, what you said has nothing to do with me.”
“Indeed.”
Herafir lightly shook her head, “As you are now, you are only a human.”
Sighing with a hint of regret, the goddess’s fingertips suddenly shimmered with brilliant gold flame, as if laws were flowing, and mysterious runes were constantly weaving within the flame, reaching out towards Azer.
“However, in this world, even though it is a continent of ice, it has always had a faith in fire. A new goddess of ice might frighten them. Even if you cannot become a new god… you can carry this wisp of will and become her envoy.”
The red-haired young man suddenly raised his head, looking at the Flame Goddess extending her hand towards him in disbelief.
“There’s no need to refuse… this is not my power, but her laws. Whether you want to protect the young girl beside you, or in the future, to be her knight, you should not refuse.”
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The Flame Goddess stayed in the Ice Palace for a long time, her brilliant flame laws rewriting the colors of the sky, and countless people witnessed her nobility with reverence and piety.
In fact, Herafir did not need to bear the responsibility for this continent. However, the expectant gazes of these humans made her feel unbearable.
She couldn’t help but think back to ten thousand years ago.
But in fact, this kind of faith should not have been accepted by her, but by another true goddess.
“Despite resisting, fate has awakened me… whether it is truth or not, I need to possess the power of flame.”
In the books of future history, the Flame Goddess uttered a difficult-to-understand sentence.
Amidst the brilliant and luxurious Flame Goddess and the hopeful and bright crowd, a wisp of gloomy trace still lingered.
The black-haired young man’s palm tightly gripped the scepter planted in the ground, its sharp marks piercing his palm. Bright red blood flowed down, dripping onto the ground.
People’s gazes towards the young man held a hint of pity. However, except for a few people close to him, no one walked up to him.
The black-haired young man had approached this land of ice to save his girl. However, no one forgot his attempt to awaken the deity of ice.
Being able to bear the impulse to attack him was already a concession to the brilliance of the Flame Goddess.
He was sinking into darkness like a withered piece of wood.
A faint voice sounded, and Herafir approached him again, her ruby hair gently caressing her flawless face, her beautiful crimson eyes gazing at the young man’s soulless face.
“You still haven’t perked up… if she saw you, she would be sad.”
Silence.
“As I said before, I won’t be staying here for long. I have settled this continent, and it’s time for me to leave.”
The young man remained silent. However, Herafir could see his palm move slightly, tightly gripping Mistetinn’s Staff. The blood that gushed out reflected a trace of flowing laws.
But it instantly extinguished.
“Do you still want to kill me? Why did you give up so suddenly?”
The black-haired young man slowly raised his pupils, falling into Herafir’s calm gaze. It was not fear of her, or of the divine position.
Igot’s lips trembled: “I want to ask, you and Veer…”
“The current Flame Goddess is still her. Or rather, the essence of my existence is still her,” Herafir said.
Igot stared intently at the goddess before him: “Then… to you, what is Veer?”
“Veer…?”
As if repeating the young man’s words, Herafir uttered in a soft voice. This was the first time she had called the girl by name, her clear and beautiful voice filled with much concern, affection, and a hint of guilt and sadness.
Igot had not expected that so many emotions would be revealed in the eyes of the deity before him.
“No matter what, Veer… she should be my younger sister.”
Sighing softly, Herafir finally raised her face, her beautiful crimson eyes, like brilliant red crystals, gazing at him, “Originally, I planned to return her flame laws to you.”
Igot suddenly raised his gaze.
The goddess before him suddenly waved her slender hand, and blazing flames swept through the air, engulfing the divine power that had scattered in the air after the God of Ice was shattered.
The flames of burning divine power reflected on Igot’s face. Igot widened his eyes forcefully, and the red-haired goddess gently clenched her fingertips towards her chest.
As if touching something, a delicate shattering sound spread across the flame laws, and Herafir’s body trembled slightly, her slender eyebrows furrowing.
This was a pain that even she, as a goddess, found difficult to bear.
The anomaly of the world laws trembling caused gasps and fear among the people present.
Herafir slowly withdrew her slender hand, and in Igot’s disbelieving eyes, a hazy, dazzling bright gold lingered in her slender palm.
Igot could feel a revered and luxurious will, but more importantly, a familiar intimacy.
“This is—”
A hint of paleness appeared on Herafir’s delicate face.
Although not much was revealed, simply stripping out this wisp of golden flame like light made her incredibly weak, and even her status as Flame Goddess became incomplete again.
Igot scrambled forward, his arms trembling as he took the subtle golden flame light from the goddess’s hand, treating it like the only precious treasure in the world, meaning everything to him.
The faint light and shadow on the golden fragment shone on the young man’s face, the flickering traces seemingly reflecting his trembling state of mind.
“This is… still a fragment that belongs to her. Take care of my younger sister.”