Chapter 403: Hyperion's Unrealized Dream

Hyperion looked at the familiar capital of Icerita and recalled why she was here.

It turned out that it was after school, and Vivian wanted to go back to the palace to change into casual clothes and then go shopping with her.

After sitting on the bench and waiting for a while, I accidentally fell asleep.

While she was thinking, she looked up and saw a figure walking quickly from the palace. It was her best friend and the princess of Hutton Kingdom, Vivian.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

Vivian rushed to Hyperion with a small gift box in her hand and said to her.

"It's okay. I just took a nap and didn't feel the passage of time at all."

Hyperion shook her head and smiled in response.

The two walked on the newly renovated road beside the canal, talking and laughing.

"Hey, I can't stand my brother anymore, you know? Today Sophia asked him if he wanted to go to the art exhibition of Jela Artisan. What do you think he answered?"

Vivian kept sighing, not caring about the dignity that a princess of the Hutton Kingdom should have. It seemed that she heard something that made her speechless just after returning to the palace, and she couldn't help but complain to Hyperion immediately.

"How did you answer that?"

Hyperion tilted her head curiously.

"He actually said, 'Ah, this reminds me, I have to go and ask if Milaya is free. I have wanted to go with him for a long time.' Then he thanked Sophia and went to find Duke Milaya excitedly. Sophia's face turned green at the time.

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

While listening to Vivian's story, Hyperion covered her mouth and held back her laughter with guilt in her heart.

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

But for some reason, she always felt as if these things had happened before, and she was just experiencing them again at the moment, with a... strong sense of déjà vu.

But even so, Hyperian felt very good.

There were sparse clouds in the afternoon sky, and birds were passing by in the distance.

The breeze blew from the river and caressed their cheeks.

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

How could she make such a stupid mistake!

When I went out, I forgot to use disguise magic to look like a human!

However.

Hyperion only saw Vivian looking at her in confusion.

"Huberlian, what's wrong with you?"

Vivian asked as she moved closer.

"You...didn't you realize that I am half-demon now?"

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

"I found it, what's wrong?"

Vivian was even more confused.

Hyperion looked at the river blankly and thought for a while.

In this Kingdom of Hutton, people are not hostile to demons. Even if she uses her original appearance, others will not find it strange at all when they see the horns on her head.

What are you afraid of?

"I was just thinking that maybe everyone would never mind my half-demon status for the sake of my father, Duke Milaya, but..."

Hyperion seemed to have been worried about this problem for a long time, and muttered.

Vivian laughed out loud when she heard this.

"It doesn't matter. Having characteristics that are different from ordinary people is nothing new in Ikerita. Don't worry about the mere demonic characteristics. There are all kinds of people in this world. Everyone has different ideas, but everyone can still live in harmony. Get along, right?”

Accompanying her words, the noises, laughter, and the sound of musicians playing from time to time in the distance all seemed particularly peaceful.

Hyperion looked at Vivian in confusion. After a while, she lowered her head and smiled slightly at the corner of her mouth. This answer made her particularly happy, but she didn't want others to see her expression that might be giggling at the moment.

The two of them walked along like this. In addition to the majestic buildings, Ikerita also had a large area of ​​wonderful natural scenery, which was perfectly integrated.

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.

The fourth floor of Hellrom Prison.

The newly arrived figures stood still in place like stone sculptures.

Another one fell to the ground.

It didn't take long.

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

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

She was not affected by this layer of enchantment and was able to stay awake.

But as she approached, she didn't seem to be intending to help these five people. There was a slight mocking smile on her lips, as if she had discovered a few novel little mice.

She stood in front of Hyperion, who was motionless at the head, observing Hyperion's expression and the fluctuations in the magic power of the negative fourth layer of barrier caused by her.

Seeing Hyperion so intoxicated in this dream, Warden Selena shook her head and smiled.

"She seems to be a nice little cutie...if her scars are uncovered, she will bleed a lot, right?"

…

Hyperion walked slowly on the stone-paved riverside path. The ancient buildings and bluestone walls beside the road reflected deep silver and black dim shadows.

After saying goodbye to Princess Vivian, she set out on her way home alone.

Along the way from the Ikerite Palace to the Duke of Alansar's Palace, she happened to pass by the Ikerite Academy.

Even with such a leisurely walk, seeing the academy meant that home was not far away.

As she walked, a little sweet fragrance with fruits and cakes wafted in.

"Desserts that make people happy to the point of melting cheeks are all here! Meow meow!"

The repeated broadcast 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 the quaint wooden house came into view.

She stopped and hesitated whether to buy one.

"Hey."

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

Neither she nor her father liked sweets too much.

Thinking about this, Hyperion thought 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 store and continued to move forward firmly.

Just after she walked a few steps past the store, a voice suddenly called her from behind.

"Hupélian."

This was a female voice she had never heard before.

Perhaps it was because the silver-haired figure of Hyperion 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 her head and found two figures standing in front of the wooden house store just now.

A silver-haired woman, exactly the same as the portrait of her mother in the frame on Hyperion's bedside table.

Next to her was a gentle man with an incredible handsomeness whose eyes made people feel close to him.

This moment seemed like forever.

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