Don't confiscate my citizenship

At this moment, she had already taken off her disguise and returned to her original appearance with silver hair and amber eyes.

"Oh, okay."

Hyperion sighed and followed her three old acquaintances into the magnificent temple.

To explain why I stayed with the three of them as soon as I arrived in the Northern Continent, we have to start from that shipwreck.

Hyperion never expected that her and Lanci's journey to the Northern Continent would go terribly astray. She actually drifted to the disaster zone and had to bypass that area, and then came directly to the border of the Kingdom of Aethertalan.

At first, the local residents suspected her of being a stowaway or spy from the Protoss Empire. Fortunately, she had a strong ability to escape and quickly got rid of the guards.

Then she learned about the bizarre situation in the Northern Continent. She found that it was even more difficult for a person like her without an identity to take a single step in the Kingdom of Aethertalan.

So she simply went directly to the temple of the Church of the Goddess of Destiny in the border city-state and asked to see the three gods.

The three of them are now quite famous in the Kingdom of Aethertalan. It seems that after the shadow world, they not only advanced to the sixth level, but also became the main clergy to clean up the evil cults in the country.

With the help of the priests of the border city-state church, three close friends who heard that the spiritual mentor from the southern continent was coming rushed to the border town overnight.

When they found Hyperion, they invited her to the temple of the Church of the Goddess of Fate in the capital of Aethertalan.

In addition to helping her obtain the official identity of the Kingdom of Aethertalan in the royal capital, it is said that there is also an order from the saint.

The Saint wanted to meet this half-demon.

"Speaking of which, Saint Lady, why do you want to see me?"

Walking in the temple, Hyperion asked with a guilty conscience.

Just the sound of footsteps echoing in the empty hall made her feel uneasy.

She was always worried that Lanqi had done something too sinful... and the Saint was going to settle accounts with her...

"Please rest assured, the Saint Lady just heard that you are a half-demon with silver hair and amber eyes, so she told us, please bring you to see her."

The priest said this in the same gentle tone.

"That's good."

Hyperion now looked at the three and it seemed to her that they were normal again, which was a symptom of the late stage of Ranci - they seemed to be back to normal instead.

As long as she doesn't take the blame for Lanqi, it's fine. She really can't bear this big blame.

I don’t know what happened to Lanqi, the culprit of all this.

Hyperion was worried all day.

The great poet also comforted her, saying that Lanqi would be fine. After all, if Lanqi died, the great poet would also die.

With the Great Love Poet on her, she can always find Lanqi. As long as she is within a certain distance, the Great Love Poet can sense Lanqi. But if Lanqi is now in the territory of the Protoss Empire, she doesn't know how to get in.

The four of them walked along the solemn space inside the temple. From time to time, sunlight of varying brightness shone through the stained glass dome, forming pieces of colorful light and shadow.

The stone pillars surrounding the hall are arched high and inlaid with exquisite reliefs, each of which tells an ancient story.

Finally, they came to a huge door deep in the temple.

The stone material of the gate seems to be made of pure white jade and deep gray stone interwoven together. Even before stepping into the door, you can feel the cool atmosphere inside.

The priest guarding the door saluted the three clergymen and Hyperion, then knocked on the stone door.

"Lady Saint, Miss Hyperion is here."

"Please come in."

A soft voice that seemed to contain frost floated out from the door.

Hyperion quickly said goodbye to the three priests and pushed open the heavy door.

The wide hall in front of me, several meters high, looks like an exquisite private library, with church scriptures on all four walls.

Sitting on the sofa in the meeting area in the center was a woman with white hair and silver eyes.

Her face was as flawless as a sculpture, and her posture was as graceful as an elf under the moonlight. Only her breathing proved that she was not a perfect work of art, but a living being.

What surprised Hyperion the most was that she was not wearing any disguise. Even though some people might not be sure of the race of this saint, Hyperion could tell at a glance.

The Saint is also a half-demon. She has no horns on her head, and the only demon feature is the slightly pointed ear horns.

But Hyperion had never seen such a beautiful demon. Rather than saying she was a devil, it would be better to say that she was as pure as a snow elf.

"Many years ago, before I became the Saint of the Church of the Goddess of Destiny, people called me the Ice Witch. I was once a great demon."

As if she had noticed Hyperion's confusion, she said calmly.

Although the saint's eyes were filled with arrogance and indifference, as if she wanted to push everyone away thousands of miles away, there was also a deep tenderness hidden in them, which made Hyperion feel relieved for the time being.

"Lady Saint, may I ask what you want to see me about?"

Hyperion asked straight to the point, as long as it had nothing to do with Lanqi.

"Before that, I have a question."

The Ice Witch stared at Hyperion.

"What is your relationship with Ifatia, or Talia?"

Chapter 251: Hyperion's Life Story

Hyperion sat on the sofa in front of the long table with low legs in the middle of the hall, staring at the saint in front of her and the mural behind her in silence for a while.

In this ethereal hall that was forged by thousands of years of faith, when the faint natural light shone through the window lattices onto the white reliefs, the portraits of gods in various shapes seemed to flicker, giving her the illusion that they were performing ancient legends.

"Ifatia is my mother's name."

After a moment, Hyperion nodded in acknowledgement.

Although she had never heard of the name Talia, her father once told her that her mother's real name was Ifatia.

Hyperion felt that since the Ice Witch asked this question, she must have already guessed it in her mind, so there was no need to lie to her.

Besides, the Ice Witch is the only one who can help me now, so I should try to trust her.

"really."

On the other side of the table, the Ice Witch's expression did not change when she heard this, as if she had almost known it when she saw Hyperion in person just now.

"You are the last princess of the demon race."

"?"

Hyperion pointed at herself in surprise and confusion.

"Princess Ifatia and Talia are both missing, so you are the last of the demon royal family."

The Ice Witch explained calmly.

"This……"

Hyperion was a little confused for a moment.

She didn't expect that her mother had such an identity.

According to my father, my mother was an innocent girl most of the time. Although that was just her acting to pretend to be a human, by the end of the performance, even Duke Migaiya couldn't tell how much of it was true and how much was false.

As for the demon named Talia, Hyperion had never heard of her before.

"There are probably only seven great demons alive in this world right now, including me."

The Ice Witch continued calmly,

"All the great demons who advocated war have fought to death. The remaining great demons were those who were unwilling to participate in the war at that time. If they knew that you were the daughter of Ifatia, they would more or less give you some face."

"Is it because of my bloodline?"

"Not really, because Ifatia's revenge would be terrible."

"..."

Hyperion couldn't tell for a moment whether the saint was praising her mother or insulting her mother.

"So the few great demons alive in the world, are they all anti-war like you?"

Hyperion asked again.

She probably understood that the Ice and Snow Witch probably hoped that she could help seek help from several other great demons.

Everything has its cause and effect. This can be considered a kind of screening. The other six great demons may be the type that have the greatest hope of coexisting with humans.

"I am against the war, the two princesses are against war, the three in the imperial prison are conservatives, and one is in favor of surrender."

The Ice Witch stood up and walked to the bookshelf beside her. She glanced at the spines of the books and spoke with her back to Hyperion.

The ground was paved with clear water stones, and each stone slab was polished very smoothly. The faint lines on it seemed as if they had been washed by time. When the Ice and Snow Witch walked on it, there was almost no sound, as if she was walking in the arms of God.

"..."

The camps are clearly divided.

Those who opposed the war became saints, those who refused to fight went into exile, those who were conservative went to prison, and no one knows what happened to those who surrendered to the Lord now.

Currently, the only ones whose whereabouts are known, besides the Ice Witch, are the three in prison.

"How can I help you?"

If she could help the Kingdom of Aethertalan and the Church of the Goddess of Fate, it would undoubtedly be an unimaginable merit. As a believer of the Goddess of Fate, Hyperion would naturally feel obliged to do so.

Maybe I can even help him pay back all the merits that Lanqi owes me.

Even enough for him to squander for several more years.

"I hope to entrust you with an important task. Sneak into the empire and contact the three great demons in the prison. One of them will at least give you face and try to bring her back."

The Ice Witch took out the last atlas from the bookshelf, returned to the sofa with a few books in her hands, spread them out on the table, pointed out a location, and made a sincere request to Hyperion.

"Why would a great demon listen to me?"

Hyperion looked at the place where the Ice Witch's finger was pointing, which was exactly the capital of the Protoss Empire, and then looked at the Ice Witch's face.

"Did you know that your mother, Ifatia, actually had a sister named Talia?"

The Ice Witch sighed.

"I haven't heard my father say that."