I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 817

Chapter 57 Discovered?
In fact, Ig did not need Ainsel’s introduction. He gently placed the girl in his arms on the ground, raised his face, and looked towards the elf beside the Wood Elf Girl.
“Lord Beltnan.”
For a legendary powerhouse and a high-ranking great elder of the elves, Ig naturally had to show his respect. He looked up and saw the old elf also observing him.
Before, Ig had already felt the extraordinary nature of this elven great elder. Standing before him, he had a different feeling.
He had seen the domains of deities, and even the dark starry sky under the ice frost, but compared to the legendary domain, it was a completely different experience.
Not a declining old man, but as if standing before him was the incarnation of a verdant ancient tree, within the vast life aura, it was as if the personification of the law of life, with every move outlining the traces of the law.
“Is this legend…”
Ig murmured to himself. Regarding legendary powerhouses, when he was beside Verafia, he had seen Ilis and Lancaster, even the Dwarf King Mud, but it was the first time he had seen someone like the old elf displayed so completely before him.
“Lorilinta mentioned you to me.”
The old elf looked kindly at the young man before him, “You are the ‘King Slayer’ Ig, who once drew the Sacred Sword and then used it to kill the King of the Sacred Sword. It is said that Lancaster, the King of Sacred Light, was defeated by your Sacred Sword.”
Ig looked at him a little awkwardly. The old elf opposite him was the great elder of the Wood Elves, so he naturally knew a lot of outside information… However, even with the Great Seclusion, it shouldn’t be so inaccurate, right?
Even Ilis, who bore the entire Abyss, was not Lancaster’s match and needed Filir to stab him in the back with a fragment of the Sacred Sword to finally kill him.
Even now, Ig did not believe that he had any chance of defeating Lancaster, let alone killing him.
“It seems that rumors can be somewhat different.”
Looking at the young man’s expression, the old elf smiled slightly, “However, young man, you can indeed be considered good, but to kill Lancaster, even with the Sacred Sword, I can’t imagine what means you used to kill him… Of course, one thing is indeed true, you are not an ordinary human.”
Ig thought for a moment. The old elf before him was an old fossil several thousand years old, and as the great elder of the Wood Elves, his contact with Lancaster would not have been little under the seclusion of the elven world, so it was reasonable for him to make such a judgment.
“I wonder, Lord Belnardo, what rumors have you heard?”
Ig suddenly asked with curiosity.
“Do you want to hear rumors about you?”
The old elf smiled slightly, stroking his scepter with his palm, “There are quite a few specific rumors, and I know of no less than ten.”
“Some say that Ig, you are the successor of the former hero Rothel, and you drew your sword against Lancaster to avenge him; there are also rumors that you raised your sword against the king of the Sacred Sword for a beautiful girl…”
The old elf’s voice was melodious and long, like the words of a storyteller that drew people in, but Verafia suddenly noticed that the old elf’s gaze was fixed on her.
“This old elf, he won’t recognize who this young lady is, will he!”
Verafia couldn’t help but feel alert. She knew that the person standing before her was a legendary figure, with whom she had had quite a bit of dealings back then… Moreover, that gaze just now, no matter how she thought about it, felt very strange.
Just as she was filled with unease, the old elf’s gaze shifted slightly:
“This is the little princess of the Black Flame Dragon King, Miss Ophi, isn’t it? A hundred years ago, I discussed the mysteries of life with your father. Although the elven nation is suffering from calamity, I am fortunate to have heard of your birth.”
Gently wagging her dragon tail, the Ice Dragon Girl raised her face in surprise, as if she hadn’t expected this elven grandpa to suddenly focus his gaze on her.
Verafia, however, lightly flicked her golden eyes.
Well, as I said, this is an idiot Ice Dragon… I just don’t know if Beltnan is paying attention to her because she is the daughter of that Black Dragon, or if this old elf has also noticed the Water Spirit bloodline in this silly dragon.
The old elf stroked his beard and smiled gently at her, but when he saw the silver-haired elf who had walked up to them, his eyes showed a bit more doubt and uncertainty.
“Then, this young lady of the Silver Moon Elf…”
“Lord Beltnan, you can just call me Irene,” the Silver Moon Elf said softly, lowering her face.
“Irene?”
Verafia could vaguely feel a trace of melancholy in the old elf’s voice. She struggled to raise her eyes and could barely see Beltnan looking at the silver-haired elf with confusion.
“Then, Miss Irene, I didn’t expect you to come back,” the old elf’s aged tone revealed a hint of melancholy.
“After all, at that time… this should have been something I had to face,” the Silver Moon Elf said softly, gently clenching her fingertips.
This young lady was right, how could this Silver Moon Elf be simple, hum… She always said she was just an ordinary maidservant of the Moon God.
Verafia’s golden eyes lit up.
Although these two people were talking in riddles, and she couldn’t figure out the reason at all, if she were just an ordinary priestess of the Moon Temple, how could she be noticed by someone like Beltnan?
Thinking further, the Silver Moon Elf girl had once said that her surname was “Chen Yue”…
“You are Miss Verafia, aren’t you?”
Just as she was lost in thought, her thoughts were interrupted by the old elf’s voice. Compared to before, the expression on the elder’s face was more cautious and expectant.
“Well, you finally remembered this young lady!”
Verafia clasped her little hands together, hummed softly, and pretended to be displeased, raising her little face. Ig beside her couldn’t help but chuckle at her appearance, causing Verafia to glare at him with great displeasure.
In fact, Verafia could fully feel that while the elven elder was talking to the others, the envoy of the golden elves next to them had repeatedly wanted to interrupt and find her, but it seemed that out of consideration for Beltnan’s identity, they had to hold back.
Of course, for Verafia, compared to this golden elf, she was obviously more interested in this great elder of the Wood Elves.
Provided that this old elf did not guess that she was Rothel.
The old elf seemed a little surprised by the girl’s spoiled and willful childish appearance. As far as he knew, although the girl before him looked young, her identity was by no means ordinary.
However, Beltnan still maintained a very low posture. “Please forgive our rudeness. Miss Verafia, your willingness to come is the greatest gift to us.”