I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 792

chapter 32 Tenderness
“But, Veer…”
Igter wanted to say something, but Verafia wasn’t going to give him a chance to retort. She propped her face with her small hand, her pure white cheeks puffed out.
“There’s no ‘but’. Even if Igter can’t bear to leave this young lady, haven’t I left a Veer for you?”
As she spoke, Verafia slightly tilted her golden eyes, gazing at the slender and beautiful red-clad young girl, who resembled her past self greatly.
“Sister…” the sword spirit girl exclaimed in surprise, raising her face towards the young, small girl looking up at her.
The tender, pure white little face lifted slightly, and Verafia’s slender eyelashes blinked. She realized that Igter, despite this girl’s outstanding demeanor, exquisite beauty, and eighty percent resemblance to herself, hadn’t laid a hand on her in over a year?
It was simply unimaginable…
Treading lightly in her small leather shoes, Verafia lightly swung her slender legs clad in white stockings. Although she didn’t know why, she felt a hint of happiness in her heart.
As if sensing her gaze, the sword spirit girl gently lifted her cheek and smiled softly, “Master, you told me from the very beginning. In your heart, there is only you, my Sister.”
Igter finally understood. The little girl had been so shy just now that she had suddenly taken out her anger on him and wanted to change the subject.
The corners of his mouth couldn’t help but curl up. Igter watched the girl’s increasingly bright, gorgeous golden eyes, and gently rubbed her little head with his palm, teasing, “After all, I swore back then that I would always accompany the Young Lady. Veer is also my little wife.”
“Ngh! Idiot Igter, who, who is your little wife!”
Like a startled little bird, Verafia’s little head shot up in surprise, a blush spreading across her pure white little face. Feeling Igter’s gaze, her snowy cheeks grew hot again, and she quickly buried her head, covering her flushed face with both her little hands.
Strangely, the memories that were once so longed for and filled with deep affection… why did they feel so shameful now when she recalled them?
Verafia’s long eyelashes fluttered slightly. She carefully opened her golden eyes, feeling the “thump thump” of her heart beneath her tender chest. Her peripheral vision stealthily glanced at the small hands buried beneath her.
Once, in the hall of their wedding, she, adorned in a pure white wedding gown, had looked up with eyes full of anticipation. The black-haired young man had then gently cupped that hand, slowly sliding the silver ring, a symbol of pure love, onto her slender ring finger.
Her small, nameless finger twitched slightly within the sight of her golden eyes. But, naturally, on the tender, pure white, utterly childlike slender finger, that wedding ring didn’t exist.
A sense of loss spread through her heart.
But suddenly, Verafia jolted awake. Her peripheral vision, as she raised her eyes, fell upon Igter, who sat beside her with a gentle smile.
Hmm, she couldn’t let this guy notice any sense of loss.
She was this guy’s Young Lady, after all. She couldn’t be given away for free twice. This time, she’ll make him chase her!
Thinking this, Verafia put on a fierce expression, her eyes wide open, glaring angrily at Igter. “Idiot Igter! ‘Little wife,’ not at all! For Vera to still be a child, for you to care so much… Ugh, you detestable guy, loli-con, pedophile, pervert!”
“Yes, yes, yes, the current Veer is not a little wife yet.”
Igter looked at the girl’s feigned angry little face, reached out, and rubbed her little face, smiling. “Well, but such a cute Veer must be someone’s precious little daughter.”
“Ngh?”
Verafia raised her face in disbelief. Her little face, which was already tinged with a slight blush, immediately turned a furious red, all the way to her tender, pale ears. She bit her lips slightly and angrily swung her tiny fists towards Igter:
“Ugh, idiot Igter… you just love to bully us!”
“Haha, sorry… Young Lady, I was wrong.”
While begging for mercy, Igter smiled and parried her blows. For Verafia, who wasn’t using any Demonic Power, her little fists landing on him felt less like hitting and more like a gentle massage from the girl.
After playing for a while, Verafia’s small body collapsed into Igter’s embrace. She was breathing a little heavily, sweat wetting her golden hair and clinging to her tender skin.
She seemed to realize that her actions just now were a bit embarrassing. She gripped Igter’s collar with both hands and shyly lifted her little head.
The entire Elf tavern wasn’t just the two of them.
Igter used Demonic Power to block their sight and sound, but from within, he could see the outside situation. Verafia felt as if all her shameful actions, just like a child’s, were being watched by everyone.
And even if there weren’t any other people present…
She slightly turned her eyes. The sword spirit girl in the red dress and the Silver Moon Elf were still sitting at the side of the table. Unlike Irene, who was pretending to sip her tea, her body turned sideways with her head averted, the red-dressed girl held her teacup, golden eyes brimming with joy, watching the two happily bickering.
“Ngh, so embarrassing.”
Her snowy cheeks flushed with shyness, Verafia bashfully buried her little head into Igter’s embrace.
Igter smiled and gently stroked the little girl’s head beneath her smooth hair.
Looking at the girl’s profile, a trace of tenderness flickered in Igter’s eyes.
Of course, he wouldn’t be so desperate as to vent his desires on the still so young Veer… This was the girl he loved. All he needed to do was wait for her to gradually grow up.
Suddenly, the little girl’s head nestled in his embrace moved slightly and then gently lifted, her soft golden hair, fluttering like a wind chime, falling onto her tender face.
Verafia’s small hands gripped his collar, her little head tilted up, her large golden eyes shimmering with a strange expression. “Igter… did you say that the phoenix egg I hatched from was born from your Creation Divine Spark?”
Although the “Creation” Divine Spark was something Verafia had seized from Chrisis, in the end, it had always belonged to Igter from the very beginning.
“Ngh, if that’s the case… does that mean I belong to Igter?”
Verafia tilted her little head and couldn’t help but murmur aloud.
Igter was stunned for a moment, then let out a wry smile. What was this little girl thinking with her little head?
He pondered for a moment, holding the young girl, and sat up straight. “If that’s the case, I can’t let anyone else take Vera away.”
Verafia slightly raised her golden pupils.
Igter gazed at her and smiled, “But it was Vera who gave me my present. From the very beginning, when we were in the Flame Abyss, everything I had already completely belonged to Vera… Vera, you are my Princess Highness, I should be Veer’s Knight.”
“Ngh?”
Verafia’s golden eyes lifted in confusion, and then, a blush spread across them. Her slender fingers clutched Igter, her reddened face buried:
“Idiot Igter! Why are you suddenly saying such sentimental things…”
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Suddenly I don’t know what title to give… I’ll start pushing the main plot in the next chapter.
(Actually, I feel like I don’t need to write this much. Otherwise, I don’t know when it will end… anyway, not many people are reading it.)