I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 92

Chapter 10 Touching the Bad Luck
Iget replied quite sincerely, then raised his eyes and asked.
“Sir, may I know your name?”
“Juwen Lacas, little brother, you can just call me Juwen.”
The middle-aged noble was quite humble.
So Iget started chatting with this noble named Juwen.
From their conversation, Iget learned that Juwen Lacas was a baron lord under the Duke of Lansiat, possessing not only an ancestral castle but also the legal fiefs of three or four towns.
However, due to financial problems, the baron could hardly maintain his basic personal guards, so he had to gamble everything, mortgaging almost all his assets to import goods from Langster at Falun Port in the south, trying to turn things around.
—As for the one next to him, a bard who had reached the Gold rank, they had just rescued him from bandits on their way: Dylan provided them with music and poetry, and Juwen Lacas’s merchant caravan was responsible for taking him back to Rubiel City.
Iget looked at Dylan beside him with increasingly strange eyes. Was this person really Gold?
When talking about the Bloodwind Blade and Yucilaka, who had attacked them earlier, Baron Juwen gritted his teeth forcefully, showing great anger.
“…These damned thieves, by the gods, I truly hope His Majesty the King and the Duke’s knights can hang them all on the gallows!”
Iget understood this as well.
Not to mention that the baron almost died in Yucilaka’s blood storm, just the members of the merchant caravan and adventurer mercenaries who died because of her, the gold coins needed for compensation afterward would definitely put him in a deep financial hole.
For Juwen Lacas, who was already extremely tight on funds, this would undoubtedly be a heavy blow.
Iget was about to offer a word of comfort when he suddenly saw the bard next to him picking up a new harp and playing it.
“The hero’s triumphant return is always accompanied by songs and laurel wreaths, but I can only congratulate your victory with such music. Beautiful lady, surely your flame has burned that female demon who drinks blood to ashes?”
Verafia stomped her little boots angrily on the ground, and her spotless snow-white cheeks clearly showed her extremely bad mood. Verafia, who was clearly in a fit of rage, didn’t notice the flattering bard beside her.
Iget shivered and quickly turned around to greet her.
“Young Lady, you’re back, how are you, are you injured?”
To Iget’s hurried question, Verafia angrily raised her little face, pointing her jade-like slender fingers, and vented her bad mood on Iget in a huff.
“Iget, it’s all your fault! If it weren’t for you, how could I have let her escape? It’s all your fault!”
Iget was a bit confused about the reason. But his experience over the past few days told him that no matter what, it was best not to touch the young lady’s bad luck.
So, under the young man’s sincere apology and gentle voice, the Miss Phoenix gradually calmed down. Then, Iget took the opportunity to ask.
“Young Lady, did that female thief with the Bloodwind Blade injure you?”
“How is that possible! With her, if she hadn’t run fast, I would have blown her to pieces long ago!”
Verafia crossed her slender hands on her small chest, her fair and jade-like face slightly tilted, and said with disdain. The young girl suddenly thought of something infuriating, her fair little face immediately flushed with anger, and she gritted her teeth.
“This hateful old woman, not only did she call me stupid, but she also dared to insult me! Hmph, with her kind of goods, she just has a bit more flesh, does she think I’d fancy her! Damn it, damn it, damn it!”
Verafia stamped her slender feet, and the more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She simply threw a huge fireball, blasting a large rock outside into pieces.
The bard’s fingertips on the harp strings paused slightly.
Iget subconsciously looked at the girl’s slender and youthful chest, but soon, Iget realized he was doing something very dangerous and quickly raised his eyes to look at the vast scene outside the ruins of the tavern.
The blue sky, white clouds, birds flapping their wings and singing, as if nothing had happened.
But Verafia clearly wouldn’t miss the young man’s gaze. The expression on the girl’s young face first froze, then turned into a blush of shame and anger, and finally, into a destructive darkness.
The girl lowered her small face, her fair little fists clenched, and a dangerously powerful aura emanated from her body.
“Young Lady…”
Iget trembled, and couldn’t help but slowly move his feet, trying to escape.
“Damn Iget, I shouldn’t have saved you back then! Ugh, I’m so angry, die for me!”
With her extremely resentful voice, a flame ignited in the girl’s juvenile palm, directly thrown onto the escape route the young man was trying to take, startling Iget.
Looking at this ungrateful and troublesome Iget who angered her many times, Verafia gritted her silver teeth. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, she waved her slender hand, and the scorching gold and luxurious flames danced with her delicate body.
“Ahhh, Young Lady, I was wrong! Don’t kill me!”
The burning flames beside him terrified him to the point of madness, and Iget knew that in front of this enraged little phoenix, he was not even comparable to the rock that she had just blown to pieces. So he stopped trying to escape, instantly slid to his knees, covered his head, and shouted.
“Damn Iget, you dare to laugh at me! You dare to laugh at me!”
Verafia was not appeased at all, she clenched her fair little fists and fiercely punched the young man’s face.
Baron Juwen and Dylan exchanged glances, both swallowed hard, looking at Iget, who was screaming under the girl’s venting fists, and mourned for the young man with whom they had just been happily chatting.
This child was good in all aspects, but after all, he lacked experience and didn’t know that girls’ sensitive spots should never be touched.
Not only that, but legends say that in the Era of Gods, the monarch of a kingdom, believing he possessed a divine sword that could restrain the Lord of the Netherworld, arrogantly mocked the purple-haired queen who had entered the divine realm ten thousand years ago.
As a result, the king of that generation was nailed to the city wall by the enraged goddess with a death-piercing spear due to his momentary loose tongue.
Juwen Lacas cast a sympathetic glance at the young man being abused by the angry girl.
Iget’s screams lasted for several minutes.
Verafia clapped her hands, still resentful on her little face, her scorching golden eyes glanced at the struggling Iget who was slowly getting up, and then bared her white teeth and said fiercely.
“From now on, you’re not allowed to laugh at me!”
“Ah, Young Lady, I know…”
Seeing that Iget was weak and had sworn again, Verafia nodded reluctantly, waved her hand, and extinguished the flame in her palm that had been used to threaten.
Verafia turned her gaze again and then saw the middle-aged noble standing awkwardly beside her, her little face showing a hint of confusion.
“You are…”