I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 982

Ig stood on the high walls of Arnorkoron. The sky was as clear as if washed by pure light, and not a speck of dirt could be seen on the earth or amidst the ruins of the sturdy walls. Soft clouds adorned the horizon like sugar flowers scattering the view.
“Washed by light… actually, it’s not wrong.”
A gentle breeze blew through his hair. Ig’s pupils caught a glint of light on the ground, a residual divine art from a High Priest of the Church of Light during the last battle, which he had severed with his End.
A little over a week ago, Verafia defeated the fallen Holy Angel, Saliyah, and Moon, who was hidden within Clement the priest. Afterwards, she used her authority to restore life to the entire city. Just as she and Andes and Misella had discussed, in the absence of any choice to resurrect Duke Arnes, the Duke’s eldest son soon stepped forward to request an audience with the Goddess’s glory.
Verafia did not refuse and summoned him. After meeting with Rob Wettings, Verafia, in her capacity as a Goddess, instructed him to become the new Duke and to stabilize Arnorkoron as much as possible before the attack of the Church of Light, preventing riots by fanatics, spies, and traitors within Arnorkoron.
Perhaps, even before he set out to persuade Verafia to come to Arnorkoron to eliminate Saliyah for him, Moon had already prepared an army at the border of the House of Rhine Principality. The Church of Light’s attack was much faster than expected. In just one day, the Church of Light’s massive army had already reached the city gates.
In just about a week, the Church of Light had gathered an army of nearly 100,000 and launched a fierce assault on Arnorkoron. Moon had used light to erode the minds of every believer, making them fearless of death, and even igniting their souls to explode when they were on the verge of death.
And in the Church of Light’s army, nearly half were clergy, and there were not a few high-ranking divine art users. The power of prayer divine arts had even breached Verafia’s divine power-shaped domain several times, resulting in countless casualties among her soldiers.
Even recalling it now, Ig still felt lingering fear. It was truly tragic. In a siege battle of that magnitude, even a true legend would feel insignificant, right?
Thinking about this, he couldn’t help but shake his head.
“Lord Ig, you are here.” Suddenly, a youthful voice called out.
Ig turned his head and saw a handsome young man. He was not wearing luxurious aristocratic decorations, but a neat and crisp military uniform. Although he was young and had only inherited the title a few days Prior, there was already a hint of commanding presence in the young man’s gentle smile.
“Duke. Why have you come?” Ig put away his End and spoke to the approaching young man in military uniform.
The other party was naturally Duke Rob Wettings, the current lord of Arnorkoron.
“Princess Misella told me. As expected, you are on this city wall.”
Duke Rob walked closer, his pair of emerald eyes falling on him, and he smiled, “Also, there’s no need for excessive formality. Lord Ig is the Knight of the Goddess, and the Goddess has saved this city. Likewise, it is because of Lord Ig that Arnorkoron was able to survive Moon’s army’s attack.”
During the more than a week of resisting the Church’s army, Verafia had contributed significantly.
However, as a Goddess, even though the miracles she displayed were witnessed by thousands, according to that girl’s wishes, she still had no intention of appearing. Thus, she had asked him and Andes to act as her “knights” and represent her.
Ig did not shirk Duke Rob’s flattery and smiled in return, saying, “However, Duke rob, why have you come so suddenly? Is there any news? Is it news about the Empire and the Elven allied forces?”
“Precisely.”
Upon hearing the reply, Ig turned his head to look at the end of the horizon, where the sky and the plains met.
Actually, this was not a difficult thing to guess. The Church of Light’s last large-scale attack was still two days Prior. After that offensive, they retreated as quickly as a tide, leaving only corpses and empty tents.
At that time, Ig had thought that, fortunately, Moon had already manipulated everyone’s minds with light, and there were many strong individuals in the Church’s army. Otherwise, such a hasty retreat would surely have turned into a rout.
Of course, the Church of Light withdrew because they knew that reinforcements from Arnorkoron were arriving. Naturally, Ig would guess the arrival of Queen Ravenoss and the others.
“Since it is Her Majesty the Queen of Elves, Lord Ig, I request that you inform the Goddess of this matter,” the young Duke said, bowing slightly before him.
“Duke Rob is the lord of this city, so you may entertain Her Majesty as you see fit. The Goddess will not mind,” Ig replied.
With the young lady’s rather impetuous personality after the Church of Light retreated, she would at most care about a few friends coming; she certainly wouldn’t care about such mundane matters.
Hmm… she is still a Goddess. Perhaps, she already knew, but had never said anything.
Thinking of the girl’s face, Ig paused his voice for a moment, then thought, “However, I will go and inform Her Highness.”
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Ig suddenly changed his mind because he suddenly missed Verafia again. The cultists’ army had already fled, and he was not the only one on the city wall, so he agreed.
Verafia was not staying in the temple but had rented a small room in the city. As he approached the door, Ig revealed his hidden aura and appearance again, and he could already sense the girl’s aura. His lips curled slightly, and he gently knocked on the door.
The room was not locked. Ig pushed the door open and entered.
The girl was sitting by the window. Her golden hair, as smooth as silk, was tied with a ribbon and hair accessory, like the serene morning light flowing from outside the window. As she lowered her head slightly, it quietly cascaded down, flowing like silk over her slender shoulders and resting on her delicate waist.
The girl’s body, more perfect than any artwork, was adorned with a naturally flowing, serene silk white dress. The Empire-style embellishments, along with exquisite hollowed-out patterns and lace, were accessorized with luxurious white stockings that encased her snow-white jade legs, outlining graceful and delicate lines. Beyond elegance and luxury, it also exuded a hint of cute and charming temperament.
Ig saw that Verafia was holding a beautifully decorated poetry book in her hands, seemingly immersed in the dream of poetry.
However, as he got closer, he could see that the girl’s small feet, clad in small high heels, were unconsciously swaying. Her pair of magnificent, large eyes were full of stray thoughts, clearly not focused on the book.
Sensing his arrival, the girl lifted her small head, her large eyes filled with cheerful emotion, “Ig, you’re finally here!”