Don't confiscate my citizenship

In the lounge of the Earl of Milford's house, the flames danced fervently in the fireplace, reddening the edges of the velvet sofas and chairs, while also bringing necessary warmth to the towering interior, with crackling fires and logs. The burning sound adds a touch of dynamics to the silent space.

Hyperion's hands were placed on her knees, her eyes were complicated, as if she was thinking about something.

"Excuse me, Holy Son of Nirvana, why did you urgently leave the Northwest Province?"

Hyperion looked to Lord Milford and asked her question.

Although she knew that Earl Milford's information was correct, she was still worried that it was a trap.

"It seems that something went wrong in the north of the empire, and Bishop Asksan of Annihilation transferred him to the north."

Earl Milford was also stroking his beard in confusion. He thought it was strange how much trouble the north had to cause before Bishop Nirvana could transfer all the Sons of Nirvana.

It was as if someone was helping Hyperion draw all the firepower away.

Earl Milford is very sure that the Son of Annihilation has now reached the northern transportation fortress Box Mountain Province by taking the magic energy orbit route, and then started heading north.

"If the Holy Son of Nirvana fails to complete the task quickly, he may not be able to come back within seven days, but even if he comes back in the past few days, I will help you plan your trip to the imperial capital Herro as soon as possible to avoid him. Tom’s route.”

added Lord Milford.

He felt that the mission carried by this young priest was too heavy, and he wanted her to have a good rest, so he did not want her to be burdened anymore.

"call."

Hearing this, Hyperion was completely relieved, and her tense heart felt a little swaying because she was too relaxed, but it was difficult to completely land.

"Praise the goddess, please continue to bless Master Hyperion."

The three clergymen prayed sincerely. In their opinion, this was a miracle of the goddess appearing.

As expected, he was able to become the favored disciple of the Holy Lady, the spiritual friend of Mr. Ranch Wilford, and the daughter of destiny who was protected and chosen by the goddess of fate.

The new church saint must be Miss Hyperion.

"Farewell... Such a lucky break will never happen again. Herrom will not welcome me and create a new world for me."

Hyperion shook her head repeatedly. Sometimes she was so lucky that it made people a little scared.

There is only so much luck in life, whoever runs out first will leave first. Ever since she met Lan Qi, her luck has become quite good. Unexpectedly, after she and he were separated for a short time, her luck would be even more ridiculously good.

Lan Qi sacrificed his merits in exchange for luck. He had nothing to be afraid of, but she was.

As the conversation came to an end.

Earl Milford leaned on his cane and looked outside the door of the lounge.

"No matter what, you have worked hard all the way here, so you should rest more. Miss Hyperion, your room is on the second floor. I will ask the attendant at home to take you up later. In addition, the child Michula heard that you are going to Come on, I’m afraid you’re already waiting near the room.”

Earl Milford said to several clergymen of the Church of Destiny.

When he mentioned his daughter Mi XiuLa, he seemed a little helpless.

"It doesn't matter, I am Michula's cousin now. When I go to the imperial capital, Herrom, I will take good care of her as a foster sister. Don't worry, Earl."

Hyperion stood up and saluted the Earl of Milford, the facilitator of their church.

"Thank you, Miss Hyperion."

Earl Milford nodded slightly, touched the bronze lamp to release the soundproofing magic, and left the lounge with a few people.

Opening the door, I saw a female steward wearing a dark blue uniform with shining silver buttons standing there waiting at the far end of the corridor of the mansion.

She bowed slightly to everyone. After Earl Milford noticed her, he turned back to Hyperion and said: "Just in time, the stewardess responsible for taking care of Michola is here. She will take you to your room."

Hyperion nodded, chatted for a while with Earl Milford and the three clergy, said goodbye briefly, and walked over.

When the steward saw Hyperion, he bowed slightly and said in a respectful tone: "Please follow me, Miss Miriam."

…

In the corridor, the wall lamps cast a soft yellow light, making the stone walls appear more ancient and historical. Every once in a while, there is a dark carved wooden door with a completely different style. Occasionally, subtle sounds can be heard from the cracks in the door. of light.

The stewardess walked in front, her steps steady, neither fast nor slow, guiding Hyperion to keep up with her pace comfortably.

After walking up the stairs to the second floor, I finally spotted a figure standing in the distance at the end of the wide corridor on the second floor.

Her figure is slender, her skin is as white as snow, her long golden hair is cleverly braided into a dignified bun, and she wears two crystal jewelry, while her hands wearing translucent white gloves are quietly Place it in front of you.

As he got closer, the girl also looked at him.

When you look at her, you will find that the girl's eyes are bright, but her pupils are a bit vertical, and the tips of her ears are slightly longer than ordinary people.

Hyperion was familiar with such traits.

The girl waiting for him should be Michula, the daughter of Earl Milford. She may have some demonic blood, but she is only one-eighth or one-sixteenth of half-blood at most. She is far from resting. The demonic characteristics of Berrian's semi-demon form are obvious after she removes her disguise.

It is said that in the Protos Empire, there are many people with trace amounts of demon blood.

It is true that the blood of the demons tends to bring stronger magical talents than ordinary humans, but it may also become extreme due to the character of the demons.

In the Protos Empire, where the demon race was already hostile to the growing environment, it became even more difficult to get along with others.

The girl waited quietly until Hyperion approached without saying a word.

"Miss Michula, I am Miriam who will live here starting from today."

Hyperion introduced herself to her in a friendly manner.

Michula looked Hyperion up and down with her eyes.

"Are you my sister?"

Michula seemed a little disappointed and looked away with her slightly indifferent gaze.

"!"

Hyperion was startled.

This familiar feeling reminded her of her hometown, Icerita.

Since her father disappeared, people who usually looked down on her but dared not express it seemed to have intensified their malice towards her and expressed their malice towards her unscrupulously, which made her realize the impermanence of the human heart.

After arriving in the Northern Continent, she finally met someone who was not very friendly to her.

"Come with me."

Michula dropped these words with a cold face and walked into Hyperion's room. She seemed to have entered the guest room where Hyperion would live without permission.

"..."

Hyperion didn't say anything, and followed her bravely.

She promised Earl Milford to take care of Michaela.

Even if Mi Xiula is willful, he will give in to her.

She had long been accustomed to tolerance during her days in Icerita.

Hyperion walked through the door of the room that had been opened. The interior was as elegant and luxurious as the lounge. There was a large bed in the center. The bed was covered with silk quilts embroidered with imperial classical patterns. Along one side of the wall were placed There is a spacious long table and cotton cushion seats integrated with the cabinet, with various life magic devices placed on it.

At the same time, Michula’s voice sounded in front of Hyperion again.

"She is so beautiful. Don't let others underestimate our Milford family. The Countess should look like a Countess."

Michula still looked at Hyperion without any smile on her face and said.

On the sofa behind Michelle were several brand-new gift boxes from the store, which seemed to contain some winter clothes and jewelry unique to Milford Collar Jewelry Store.

"Is this... for me?"

Hyperion was unsure for a moment, her lips slightly opened in surprise, and she pointed at the gifts.

"I didn't buy you much, I was afraid you wouldn't like it."

Seeing Hyperion's hesitation, Michula nodded and confirmed.

"Thank you, Michelle..."

Hyperion was surprised and touched.

She suddenly felt the similarity between Michaela and Earl Milford.

"We must abide by the rules in our house. If you think there is a problem with the rules, you can raise it and we will have a meeting to discuss it together."

Seeing that Hyperion didn't seem so nervous anymore, Michula said to her.

"good."

Hyperion patiently listened to Michula speaking reasonable words with a lecturing look.

"Our family has dinner at six o'clock in the evening. Don't be late, otherwise your parents and I will wait for you to arrive before we start eating."

Michula continued to tell Hyperion about the rules of their house.

"……OK."

Hyperion thought for a moment and realized that the consequence of being late was that the whole family would be waiting for her.

"In addition, our family is not allowed to discriminate against people with demon blood, whether it is towards the servants at home, or towards my mother and me."

After Mi Xiula finished speaking, she thought about it and nodded, which meant that there were basically no other rules.

"Understood."

Hyperion nodded.

There is no reason for her to discriminate against demons, and the rules of the Milford family are surprisingly fewer than she thought.

Now she uses the ancient demonic technology [Transformation: Human] that she and Lanqi obtained in the Purgatory Corridor Academy. Even the empire cannot detect that she is a half-demon. In fact, in the Protos Empire, she is disguised like this Race is a capital crime.

Hyperion cannot confess to Mithula that she is actually a half-demon, but in Mithra's eyes, Hyperion is just a pure human being.

Seeing Hyperion's straightforward response, Michula looked away again.

"It's a good thing you're only here for a week."

She frowned slightly and said to herself.

"..."

Hyperion's newly warmed heart became half cold again.

Sure enough, as an outsider who suddenly came to Mi Xiula's house, she would be disgusted and ostracized.

However, Michura looked around Hyperion's room.

"This room is too small. Father is really willing to give you a guest room... But we will go to Herrom in a week, so you can just make do with it."

Michula complained, obviously dissatisfied with her father's arrangement.

"..."

Hyperion's eyes were a little sore. When she was a princess in Icerita, she didn't have a stepsister who was so kind to her.

Instead, he came to the Northern Continent and became a priest without noble status. He always felt all kinds of warmth.

Michula is a good child, but she may have some problems with her own expression because of her father's unsmiling demeanor.

All in all, the Milford family are good people.

"Don't embarrass me when you go to the imperial capital."

Mithra looked at Hyperion's slightly fragile look and said.

"Um."

Hyperion only responded softly this time.

"As members of the Milford family, if trouble is found, we must retaliate. If anyone dares to bully you, just call me."

"Don't be embarrassed" turns out to mean that you must fight back if you are bullied.

Hyperion gradually understood how to understand Mithula's meaning.

Although Michula is only at the second level, she obviously has the confidence of a countess in Protos Academy.

This feeling of being taken care of reminded Hyperion of the time when she first enrolled in Icerite Academy.

At that time, everyone was very unkind to me, and there were even annoying people who took the initiative to trouble me.

But in the past, there was a person who always protected me in Icerite Academy...

Would it be the same if he were at Protos Royal Academy of Magic?

"..."

Hyperion shook her head and ended her fantasy time.

"Don't worry, Misura, I'm very strong."

Hyperion looked at Michula and said with a confident grin.

She first practiced with Lan Qi for a semester, then received Tata's teachings, and also received more than a month of special training from the Snow Witch. Now she is different from when she first entered school and was bullied.

"Then I'm relieved. Anyway, if you encounter someone who needs to be dealt with, you can hit him if you need to. Our family can't afford to pay for it, so don't be afraid of causing trouble for your father."

Mi Xiula nodded and said.

Although she is not good at expressing, she has a unique talent for emotional communication. She can feel that her sister is a very pure person, and she is afraid that she will go to Helrom, a place where materialism is rampant and people are indifferent. Being bullied.

There seemed to be silence between the two of them because they had finished saying all the words to say hello.

Michula's face was still expressionless, making it difficult for Hyperion to figure out her mood and what she wanted to express.

"By the way, Michula, have you ever heard of a man named Rocky?"

Hyperion asked tentatively.

She had been thinking about this for a long time.

She originally wanted to ask Earl Milford alone when she saw him next time. She did not want the three gods to know that Lan Qi was in the Northern Continent, his alias and whereabouts. The condition of those three people must not get worse.

Now I just want to ask Michula. She has been to the imperial capital of Herrom many times and may know more about the situation in the south.

"Rocky? I've never heard of him. What is his relationship to you? Does he have any characteristics? Do you need me to help you find him?"

Michelle raised her eyebrows and asked.

Facing Michula's cold yet enthusiastic question, Hyperion shook her head and waved her hands.

"He's a long-lost friend of mine. I'll find him again when we get to the Imperial Capital."

Hearing Mi Xiula's answer made her feel relieved.

Huberion couldn't help but sigh inwardly. It seemed that Lan Qi had indeed not become famous in the Northwest Province, so that was fine.

Although there is still a certain lag in news between the northwest province and the imperial capital Herom due to the news blockade in the north, at least more than a month ago, Lan Qi did not become famous in the imperial capital or the south.

"It's okay. I know people from Helrom Broadcasting Company. We can send out a missing person notice and we will definitely find him."

Although Mithra didn't know what kind of person the man her cousin was worried about was, as long as he was in the Protos Empire, they would definitely be able to find him when they went to the imperial capital of Herrom.

"I'd like to see how you look at me, sister."

Seeing Hyperian's reaction, Michula felt that this was the person her sister liked.

If you want to marry their Milford daughter, you must be a man who has made some achievements in the empire and is motivated, enterprising and talented.

She will help her sister take care of herself.

"Michura, you seem to have misunderstood something...?"

It was difficult for Hyperion to read the subtle expressions of Michaela.

But she couldn't tell Michula the story of her and Lan Qi's time in the Southern Continent.

But Hyperion didn't know why.

After arriving in the Northern Continent, the people and things I met were full of touching and beautiful things.

Hyperion could only feel relieved, breathed a sigh of relief, and looked to the other side of the large room.

There was still light rain outside the window, like the sound of time. In this quiet and comfortable room, she looked through the glass at the mottled lights in the courtyard in the rain and fog.

The ordinary scenery has a new feeling.

Everything is just right and people are inspired from the bottom of their hearts.

Even though the future imperial capital of Herrom is filled with unknowns and dangers, Hyperion feels full of strength.

Looking forward to it when it's all over.

The moment we meet him again.