I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 99

Chapter 99: Verodia
“Ugh, to insult this young lady so much…”
Miss Verafia lowered her small face slightly, her slender voice trembling a bit. Ig, it seemed, saw her big eyes also begin to water.
Ig trembled with fear in his heart, cursing the two people before him as mindless cannon fodder from a novel. He didn’t dare to directly stop the young lady who was clearly on the verge of going berserk, so he could only grit his teeth, walk into the line of sight of the purple-haired girl and the noble youth, and prepare to use his identity to pressure them.
“Respected Miss, in my opinion, your words…”
Before Ig could finish speaking, the purple-haired girl named Laice glanced up, and the contempt that had disappeared from her eyes reappeared.
“A lowly servant? I am speaking with your master, it’s not your turn, you mere subordinate, to interrupt.”
Ig was choked by Laice’s extremely arrogant words. Before he could reply, a beautiful melody echoed in the air, which had quieted down due to the argument.
Like raindrops hitting a calm water surface, the melody was followed by the melodious tone of a certain poet.
“A wildflower that grows in a desolate, overgrown field, even if all the plants on the entire earth wither, it should not be slandered by the malicious advice of your family, accusing a beautiful young lady.”
Upon hearing the voice, Ig’s face showed a look of shock. He couldn’t help but raise his gaze to see, behind the noble man and woman, the bard, who had changed into a decent robe and was walking over with a smile, plucking the strings of his instrument.
Miss Verafia also seemed surprised, and the anger accumulating on her small face seemed to be slightly suppressed. She also slightly raised her face, her big eyes under her long eyelashes rippling.
“Dylan, this guy? This bard, why is he here in front of the young lady again?”
Ig’s eyes showed a hint of wariness. For some reason, every time Ig saw this poet who only knew how to play the zither approach him, he felt a sense of threat.
“A clumsy poet, daring to insult this young lady!”
Having never heard such a title and taunt, the purple-haired girl was on the verge of exploding. She stomped her foot hard, not caring about Miss Verafia and Ig beside her, and looked at the bard walking towards her with eyes that seemed to spew fire.
“Poet, who are you? Who instructed you, and what is your motive?”
Bard Dylan ignored her and instead bowed slightly towards Miss Verafia, who was looking at him with her cute small face tilted to the side, his fingertips playing a beautiful melody.
“The poet’s song pursues the beauty in the world. Before this moment, I was surprised by what was attracting my state of mind. Beautiful maiden, thank you for once again placing the honor of glimpsing the most beautiful scenery in the world before me.”
Bard Dylan’s pretentious tone made Ig’s forehead sweat. He stood in front of the young lady and spoke directly.
“Dylan, didn’t you go home? You’re not intentionally tracking me and the young lady here, are you?”
Ig had a deep distrust of this bard.
“Only vulgar people would indulge in such scenes. And that young man who serves the noble princess in the blazing flames, would he also have such vulgar thoughts?”
The bard shook his head: “Young man, all the karma in the world is connected by the threads of fate. I am merely pursuing what my gaze sees and glimpsing the beautiful night sky hidden behind the sky.”
Ig’s forehead became even more sweaty.
A glint of light flashed in Miss Verafia’s golden eyes. A hint of doubt immediately appeared on her tender face. She turned her head, raised her eyes to look at Ig, and asked with some confusion.
“Hey, Ig, what did Dylan mean by those words just now?”
In the girl’s clear and pure voice, the bard’s elegant and profound posture instantly shattered. An awkward expression appeared on his frozen smiling face.
Seeing Dylan’s state, Ig felt a little amused and a sense of relief. He had already gotten a headache from the poet’s forced, profound, and cryptic sentences.
People who use cryptic language must die!
However, the awkwardness on Bard Dylan’s face lasted only for a moment before he returned to his usual demeanor.
“Miss Verafia, as I said yesterday, my trip to Rubiel City is to represent someone…”
However, before the bard could finish speaking, he was interrupted.
“A bard! How dare you ignore me so much, Guen, take him to the family’s dungeon!”
The purple-haired girl on the side, seeing that she was completely ignored, had her suppressed anger completely erupt. Even her male companion couldn’t stop her as she pointed at Dylan and yelled at her attendant.
Bard Dylan turned his head, strummed his zither, and smiled.
“Even a scorpion flower grown in the weeds should not be so violent. Miss Laice, I find it difficult not to feel self-reproach and sadness every day knowing that a lady like Miss Verodia has to witness your arrogance and rudeness.”
“What did you say… Verodia!”
The purple-haired girl was startled. Before the expression on her exquisitely made-up face could change, suddenly, in the momentarily quiet space, a clear voice rang out.
“Mr. Dylan, Laice won’t like your praise of this kind.”
The girl’s voice was gentle and melodious, but it carried a genuine, clear coldness as if from the depths.
Miss Verafia’s gaze also turned towards the girl who made the sound. She had chestnut-colored long hair, a beautiful face, and her slender waist was outlined by a leather belt, making her look graceful.
“She is…”
The moment she saw the girl, a ripple appeared in Miss Verafia’s eyes. On the other person, she vaguely felt a presence that was not like an ordinary human, and one that she was clearly familiar with.
“No, it’s not his. It’s just some contact… Perhaps her ancestor was also a guard whom he bestowed blood upon.”
A subtle light flickered in Miss Verafia’s eyes. She slightly raised her head to observe the approaching girl, hiding a deep contemplation beneath her outwardly curious gaze.
“Since that’s the case…”
Miss Verafia blinked her eyelashes slightly.
Verodia’s slightly longer heels tapped on the wooden floor, emitting a clear sound with the beautiful melody of a piano piece.
A proper smile appeared on the girl’s face. She gestured towards Bard Dylan in the distance, then turned to look at the purple-haired girl Laice, who was clearly seething with rage.
“Miss Laice, long time no see.”
“Verodia… What are you doing in front of this young lady!”
Laice stomped her foot hard, gritting her teeth. It was obvious that she had considerable opinions about this newly appearing girl, Verodia.
“Mr. Dylan is my friend, and Laice, your previous disrespectful behavior towards Miss Verafia was all seen by me.”