Don't confiscate my citizenship

"How did you answer that?"

Hyperion tilted her head curiously.

"He actually said, 'Ah, this reminds me, I have to go and ask Lord Migaiya if he is free, I have been wanting to go with him for a long time', then he thanked Sophia and excitedly went to find Duke Migaiya. Sophia's face almost turned green at that time."

"I shouldn't laugh, but..."

As Hyperion listened to Vivian's story, she covered her mouth, trying not to laugh with a guilty feeling in her heart.

With these friends who grew up together in the royal capital around her, she never felt lonely.

But for some reason, she always felt that these things seemed to have happened before, and she was just experiencing them again. There was a strong sense of déjà vu.

But even so, Hyperion felt very happy.

There were sparse clouds in the afternoon sky and a flock of birds flew by in the distance.

A breeze blew in from the river, caressing their cheeks.

Suddenly, Hyperion caught a glimpse of her reflection on the river, her pupils suddenly contracted, and she covered the horns on her head in panic.

How could she make such a stupid mistake!

I forgot to use disguise magic to transform into a human when I went out!

however.

Hyperion only saw Vivian looking at her in confusion.

"Huprienne, what's wrong with you?"

Vivian asked, moving closer.

"You...don't you realize that I'm half demon now?"

Hyperion also took a step back and leaned against the stone railing beside the moat.

"I found it, what's the matter?"

Vivian was even more confused.

Hyperion stared at the river in a daze and thought about it.

In this Kingdom of Hutton, people do not hate the demons. Even if she uses her original appearance, others will not find it strange to see the horns on her head.

What are you afraid of?

"I was just thinking that everyone might not mind my half-demon identity because of my father, Duke Migaiya, but..."

Hyperion stammered, as if she had been troubled by this question for a long time.

Vivian laughed out loud when she heard this.

"It doesn't matter. Having unusual characteristics is nothing new in Ikerite. You don't have to worry about the characteristics of the demons. There are all kinds of people in this world, and everyone has different ideas, but everyone can still live in harmony, right?"

Along with her voice, the occasional noise, laughter, and music played by musicians in the distance all seemed particularly peaceful.

Hyperion stared at Vivian in a daze. After a long while, she lowered her head and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. This answer made her particularly happy, but she didn't want others to see her expression, which might be a silly smile at the moment.

The two walked along the way. In addition to the magnificent buildings, Ikerite also had a large area of ​​beautiful natural scenery, which blended perfectly together.

When they reached the bridge, Vivian stopped and handed the gift box in her hand to Hyperion.

She looked at Hyperion with a smile.

"Happy birthday, Hyperion."

……

And the actual moment.

Level -4 of Helrom Prison.

The few figures that had just arrived stood still like stone sculptures.

Another fell to the ground.

It didn't take long.

From a distance, the sound of high heels stepping on the floor tiles gradually approached. She seemed to be walking slowly and calmly.

In the entrance hall, a female figure wearing a warden's uniform finally appeared, with the word "Selena" engraved on the nameplate on her chest.

She was not affected by this barrier and was able to remain awake.

But the way she approached did not seem to intend to help these five people. There was a slightly mocking smile on the corners of her mouth, as if she had discovered a few new little mice.

She stood in front of Hyperion, who was motionless in the lead, observing Hyperion's expression and the fluctuations of magical power of the negative fourth layer barrier she caused.

Seeing that Hyperion was so immersed in this dream, Warden Selena shook her head and smiled.

"She seems like a nice little cutie... If we reveal her scar, there will definitely be a lot of blood, right?"

……

Hyperion walked slowly along the flagstone path along the river. The ancient buildings and bluestone walls on the side of the road cast deep silver and black shadows.

After saying goodbye to Princess Vivian, she set out on the journey home alone.

Along the road from the Ikerite Palace to the Duke of Alansar's Palace, you will pass by the Ikerite Academy.

Even with such a leisurely walk, seeing the college will tell you that home is not far away.

As we walked, a sweet aroma of fruits and pastries wafted over.

"All the desserts that will make your cheeks melt with happiness are here! Meow meow!"

The repeated broadcasting sound of the magic device passed through the street, and the wind chimes hanging on the eaves of a store on the street kept ringing.

Hyperion looked over there, and a quaint wooden house came into view.

She paused, debating whether to buy one.

"Eh."

Hyperion touched her stomach and felt that she didn't really want to eat dessert.

Neither she nor her father likes sweets very much.

Thinking about this, Hyperion felt that it might be because of the dream just now. She didn't eat dessert in the dream, so she subconsciously wanted to buy one.

Shaking her head, Hyperion ignored the shop and continued walking forward with determination.

She had just walked a few steps past the store when a voice suddenly called her from behind.

"Huberlian."

This was a female voice that she seemed to have never heard before.

Perhaps it was because Hyperion's silver-haired figure with a red ribbon was very recognizable, or perhaps the other party was too familiar with her and recognized her at a glance.

Hyperion turned around and saw two figures standing in front of the wooden shop.

A silver-haired woman, identical to the framed portrait of her mother on Hyperion's bedside table.

Next to her was a gentle man with an incredible handsomeness and a gaze that made people feel that he was not far away.

This moment feels like forever.

Hyperion's eyes felt sore and she didn't know why she wanted to cry.

Chapter 404 What kind of dream is Lanqi having?

Level -4 of Helrom Prison.

"So that's it."

Warden Selena slowly opened her eyes. She had roughly read Hyperion's dream.

Generally speaking, only people with severe inner trauma will be so deeply trapped in dreams.

Because in this level of illusion.

Representative.

It is the most fragile fantasy in a person's heart, or it may be an irreparable regret.

That is a beautiful dream that is destined to never come true in reality.

Those who have broken free from the illusion and remain awake can see the contents of other people's dreams from a certain distance.

It can also be used to infer the other person's deep inner pain and weaknesses.

Outside of the cells on the fourth level below Helrom Prison, every step you take could lead you into an illusion.

Every time I fall into the illusion, I fall harder than the previous one.

The deeper you fall and the longer you stay trapped, the more likely your soul will completely dissolve into the illusion.

For all prison guards and criminals who set foot on this level, they will fall into an illusion at least once the moment they land, and the warden waiting on the negative fourth floor will be able to see the content of their illusion.

Although prison rules prohibit attacking each other, once you know that someone's mental defenses are broken, even words can cause unimaginable harm and lead to their own destruction.

Warden Selena let out a light laugh of pleasure from her throat.

As a seventh-rank illusionist of the empire, she possesses a very high resistance to illusion magic and is very good at getting rid of illusions. Similarly, if she needs to take action against a criminal, knowing the other party's inner pain, she can tailor-make an illusion to torture him to the point of mental collapse.

Because of this, even at this level, if she were to fight one-on-one with Antanas, the guardian of the great demon clan who had broken free from his restraints, she would surely win.

Even if Antanas was left alone, he would not be able to walk out of the long corridor on the negative fourth floor [The Land of Falling Tenderness] alone.

For the Protoss Empire, Selena is a rare talent.

But in Selena's opinion, she never considered this place as a workplace.

This is her playground.

Whether it is inducing criminals to commit suicide through talk therapy, or occasionally playing tricks on prison guards, it is a rare pleasure for her.

It is also a power that belongs only to her.

……

In Hyperion's fantasy.