I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 941

“Hmph, of course I’ll be fine. It’s you, Siralys…”
Hearing the young girl’s voice, Verafia’s lips curved into a soft smile. She gently placed Fuiya, whom she was holding, on the ground, turned her delicate face, and smiled cheerfully.
Just as she was about to hurry to Siralys’ side, she suddenly noticed a young elven girl in a white dress, and her heart fluttered.
The elven girl moved with light steps and approached the girl. She saw the girl’s face, then bowed her head slightly. Her silky, emerald green hair fell softly to her jade-like shoulders. She said piously:
“Goddess.”
“Ah…”
Verafia recognized her as Lafnos, one of her few friends in the elven tribe.
Originally, she was a little hesitant and unsure how to appear before her. However, upon seeing that Lafnos didn’t recognize her and instead called her Goddess, she felt a sense of loss that she couldn’t control.
Verafia raised her head slightly, thinking about how to respond. Suddenly, she saw Lafnos’s slightly raised lips and immediately understood that the elven girl was just teasing her playfully. A blush spread across her pure white, delicate face, and she felt immensely ashamed and embarrassed. She let out a muffled sound and buried her face in Siralys’s body.
Burying her head deeply in the elven girl’s embrace, Verafia calmed down a little. She suddenly thought that her actions just now were completely like a shy little girl, which would damage her image even more!
Thinking of this, she felt even more ashamed and embarrassed, and dared not even raise her head to look at them.
Siralys embraced the girl. Her jade fingers gently stroked the soft golden hair in her embrace. Her face showed a slight smile, and she raised her butterfly head towards the elven girl, softly and lightly saying:
“Lafnos, Veer is our Goddess now. Don’t tease her like that.”
“Mmm!” Verafia whimpered. She didn’t expect that even the gentle elven Siralys was teasing her playfully.
Without even looking up, she could imagine these two elves covering their mouths and chuckling at her!
Igniet, Ophi, and others also emerged from the space torn apart by Verafia.
The young man glanced at the embarrassed golden-haired girl in front of Siralys and Lafnos, but only showed a slight smile and had no intention of intervening.
He crossed his hands and rested his chin, watching with interest the little girl’s shy but helplessly cute appearance.
“Stupid Igniet, she’s your girlfriend, how can you just watch her get bullied like this!”
Seeing Igniet’s expression, Verafia puffed out her cheeks indignantly and looked at him fiercely with her large golden eyes.
Igniet let out a laugh, pretended not to see, and turned to chat with the Dwarf King Mood, who had approached with hearty laughter.
Damn idiot!
Verafia grumbled in her heart.
However, taking advantage of Igniet’s distraction, she shamelessly crawled out of Siralys’s embrace. Her slender, pure white fingers touched her slightly hot face. Her raised golden eyes glanced to the side.
This was once a battlefield. Although it had been permeated by her life force, it still showed the scars of battles fought by over ten top powerhouses. Verafia looked up, and besides the Sacred Domain of the dark elves, there was the corpse of a legend.
“The dark elves detected Veer’s life force appearing in the moonlight and realized something was wrong, so they resisted.”
Siralys gave a slight smile and said to Verafia, “However, we only left one of them. The remaining two legends, although heavily wounded, have already escaped.”
Listening to her words, Verafia nodded. She was not surprised by this at all. Every legend could be considered an extremely rare and powerful individual. They represented military might and life that transcended the mundane.
If a legend were willing to risk their life to escape, even if surrounded by thousands of troops or attacked by several equally powerful individuals, it would be difficult to truly take their life.
It was already considered good that Siralys and Fatter could kill one legend among over ten Sacred Domains.
As for before, the reason Siralys and Fatter were able to kill Dylan in one fell swoop was not only due to an unexpected encirclement but also because this Abyss Envoy was not a legend in the true sense.
“However, be it Verodia or Dylan, they are the incarnations of Original Sin. Even if they die, does it truly represent their destruction?”
Verafia suddenly thought, then lightly shook her head and looked at the two elven girls beside her. “By the way, are Siralys and Lafnos worried about these two escaped legends?”
“Yes, Goddess Princess.”
Lafnos said, her expression solemn. “You defeated their Goddess, but the dark elves still possess more than half of the territory along the inner sea, and their armies even occupy cities in the Emerald Forest.”
“And we not only lost Sky City and the Sacred Tree, but also the majority of the High Elves have rebelled. The impact is not just the lack of their armies… and the two escaped legends among the dark elves are enough to reorganize their territory. Although you are here, it is difficult to defeat the dark elves in a short period of time.”
“Mmm, I see.” Verafia raised her scorching gold eyes slightly.
She understood Lafnos’s meaning. The defeat of Zorga and the Dark Moon Goddess did not mean the end of the elven civil war that had lasted for thirty years since the Tidal Wave of the Dark Moon.
The dark elves still had more troops. The elves’ only advantage was that they had her, the Goddess of Life.
Perhaps, like the dark elves after the Tidal Wave of the Dark Moon, her existence was enough to unite the elves again, and the blessings of life would gradually reverse the disparity with the dark elves. But this would still not avoid mutual warfare and killing, and the number of casualties might far exceed those of all previous wars since the Tidal Wave of the Dark Moon.
Moreover, Verafia herself wanted to travel the continent with Igniet and did not want to be bogged down in the elven civil war for such a long time.
“Veer, can you convert the dark elves back?” Siralys suddenly spoke.
“I’m afraid not.”
Verafia thought for a moment and shook her head. “The erosion of the dark elves is actually the abyss merging into the moonlight, using the power of the abyss to reshape a brand new life. Converting them back is equivalent to killing them all.”
“If, as Siralys said, even the fully empowered Goddess Silurilis couldn’t do it, let alone me now.”
Verafia understood Siralys’s meaning, but this was something that could not be done.
The Emerald Singer’s brows furrowed slightly. She was silent for a moment, then turned to look at Azerillia, who had returned with Verafia and the others.
Looking at the silver-haired elf, Siralys hesitated, her eyes showing conflicting colors.
Suddenly, the silver-haired elven girl walked up to them.
“Mmm, Irene?” Verafia looked up at her.
Siralys also fixed her gaze on the elven girl.
Azerillia seemed to muster her courage, clenching her fists slightly, and bowed to the golden-haired girl: “Miss Verafia. May I ask, is the Divine Spark of Lord Alucia in your hands?”