Don't confiscate my citizenship

In the magic vehicle parked on the roadside, Lysandra, who was just about to leave for the palace, sat down and chatted with Lanci for a long time.

Because she had plenty of time today, she wasn't worried about being late.

She also gradually learned a lot about McCarthy and the princess.

McCarthy accidentally scared the princess once before. From then on, he always remembered to appear in front of the princess in a natural way.

McCarthy initially just wanted to wait until the princess accidentally discovered him, or the princess would visit Lisandra's house one afternoon, and then he, McCarthy, would come over and sit down, and slowly start reminiscing with the princess.

He wanted Hyperian to see his residence, and Lissandra's home happened to be nearby, and she was also Hyperian's friend. Everything could make Hyperian feel at ease.

Sixteen years of waiting, unknown wandering and hard work, the purchase of the mansion, and the generous charity to many demons - all these efforts were just to "encounter by chance" one afternoon in the home of a strange demon. "To the princess.

"It's a pity that I have no choice but to invite the princess to my home as a guest..."

Lysandra lowered her head and mumbled.

McCarthy's wish was so simple, yet she couldn't fulfill it.

"It's okay. You can take good care of Huberian and accompany her seriously every day. Thank you very much."

Lanci thanked Lysandra.

After a brief farewell.

Lissandra carried this black and gold cake box from McCarthy's Restaurant and walked briskly towards the palace.

Stepping into the square in front of the palace, all kinds of strange devil flowers bloom in the morning dew, exuding bursts of fragrance.

She couldn't help but slow down, enjoying the pleasant fragrance of flowers, and thinking about how to tell the princess the good news.

The flower shadows beside me are of different colors, burning like flames and twinkling like stars. The morning mist condenses small crystal dewdrops on the petals, which sway gently with the flowers.

At this moment, several demons with extraordinary momentum appeared in her sight.

Each one looked majestic and noble, their voices were deep and powerful, and they were obviously discussing some important matters.

Seeing them, Lissandra immediately stopped, saluted the big demon, and waited for them to walk over.

She lowered her head, holding the cake box in both hands, with a respectful and humble expression.

The leader, Fallen Lord, originally only glanced at Lissandra.

But when her eyes fell on the lunch box in Lisandra's hand, she paused for a moment longer.

"I brought snacks for the princess."

Lissandra felt the magic power of the Falling Lord's scrutiny and quickly explained.

This seemingly gentle and harmless female demon had calm and deep eyes, but it made Lyssandra feel extremely small in front of her.

Every time she sees Luo Qing, Luo Qing's face changes slightly in her eyes, and now she looks more and more like a princess.

"Who gave it to you?"

Fallen Lord Kaliela was not satisfied with this answer.

Although she hadn't been outside the palace for a long time, she could probably guess that with Lysandra's current salary, she couldn't afford such pastries.

“…Rocky McCarthy.”

Lysandra knew there was no point in deceiving the Lord.

"..."

Falling King's eyes moved from the cake box to the far end of the square. Following the magic power on the thermal insulation box of the magic device, he quickly sensed a vehicle driving away on the street below the square.

The glow demon who was driving seemed to have noticed the gaze. Of course, it was possible that he just wanted to take a look at Lissandra. His emerald green eyes looked over the top of his sunglasses and met the eyes of the Fallen Lord Kaliera.

But in just an instant, the Glow Demon's car passed by, and the eye contact with Calliera was interrupted.

Before the Fallen Lord Kaliela could say anything else.

"I don't really like anyone making unintelligible advances to my future fiancée before the ceremony."

Mist Lord Orion Greenwald said displeasedly.

He has jet black hair and cold golden eyes, and is thin but exudes a sense of menace that cannot be ignored.

"..."

The terrifying magic power on Mist Lord immediately made Lissandra feel scared, and she did not dare to speak.

The general-level demon possesses absolutely powerful power that ordinary eighth-level demons cannot match.

"Oh, you are too confident, Orion."

On the other side, Esmode Belphegor, the Queen of the Night, patted the Lord of the Mists on the shoulder and signaled with his eyes that Lisandra could leave.

Lissandra looked timidly along the voice, and saw a mysterious-looking civil servant. His voice was so soft that he could not tell the difference between male and female. He was still covered by the black cloak and shadows, only his blue eyes were exposed.

She cast a grateful look and left quickly carrying the cake box.

The big demon with the best chance of winning is Orion Greenwald, the Lord of the Mists, who has the deepest family background. It is said that he has found the strongest craftsman in the demon world to help him.

As for True Night Queen Esmod Belphego, he has the most artistic talent and may be the most promising to impress the princess.

Unlike the powerful Miwuqing, Mayeqing, as a civil servant, is very tactful, and even treats the ceremony as if it doesn't matter whether he wins or not.

He only cares about the stability of the demon world.

He only attended the ceremony to comply with Qing Luo's request and did not want the vampire to win.

"Esmode, if you don't want to win, then don't come in my way. Why don't you help me."

Mist Lord Orion said to True Night Lord Esmode, with a little resentment.

"well."

Zhenye Qing Esmode smiled helplessly, and it was hard to say.

I swallowed what I originally planned to say.

The princess had to choose a painting.

In fact, Zhen Yeqing knew very well that even he could not defeat the tenth ancestor.

Qing Lei Ming and Qing Wu are both generals, and their tempers may be a bit more arrogant. They themselves do not realize how powerful the tenth ancestor is.

If the tenth ancestor had just produced an epic painting in just seven days, it can only be said to be destiny.

Qing Wu and Maye Qing followed the fallen Kaliela again.

But they didn't notice that Kaliela was still frowning slightly, as if her thoughts were stuck in the brief exchange of views just now.

She had actually heard the name of this demon recently.

This mysterious demon named McCarthy not only gave Lysandra snacks, but also personally sent her to the palace, and now she even saw his true form.

"strangeness……"

Fallen Kaliela murmured.

Generally speaking, when men see her, they will often be startled because she is their favorite appearance, and may even be charmed by her, but she feels that McCarthy is not the least bit curious about her.

What exactly did he see in his eyes?

Caliera quickly shook his head.

No matter how high the opponent's mental attributes are, they cannot be immune to her illusions. The palace is her absolute domain. Any enemy who wants to violate the rules will be trapped in her illusion and unable to escape.

…

Lysandra walked through the palace's corridors and gorgeous stairs, and finally arrived at the door of the princess's bedroom on the second floor.

She knocked lightly on the door, and after hearing the voice of "please come in" from inside, she opened the door carefully and entered.

There was still such a peaceful atmosphere in the bedroom, and the princess returned to the greenhouse-like cage.

Hyperion was sitting by the window, her long silver hair spread on the windowsill, her slightly melancholy eyes looking through the scenery outside the window and staring into the distance.

"Your Highness, here you go."

Lysandra greeted the princess softly, interrupting her musings.

She handed over the black gold lunch box made of cardboard with both hands.

Hyperion turned her head and looked at Lisandra and the cake box in her hand, with a long-lost smile on her face.

"Thank you, Lysandra."

Huberian opened it and took a look.

It is a cute cat head-shaped ice cream cake made with extra precision.

The upper layer is a crispy pastry shell, and the lower layer is a delicate butter pudding, decorated with fragrant rose petals and sweet and sour raspberry jam, filled with frost.

"really."

Hyperion said to herself with a slightly unsurprised smile.

"Aren't you surprised who gave me this snack?"

Lysandra originally thought that the princess's reaction would be more violent.

"I guess his name is Rocky McCarthy, right?"

Hyperion raised her eyes and asked.

"……Yes."

Lissandra didn't understand how the princess suddenly knew that McCarthy was coming, even though she didn't know about it yesterday.

Is there a secret code between the two of them?

The two of them shared the ice cream cake without saying much, cutting off small pieces with a spoon and tasting them leisurely.

In this quiet bedroom, Lysandra and Hyperion chatted, talking about yesterday's trivial matters and some light topics.

Just as Lisandra suspected.

As long as she talks about McCarthy, the princess seems to be much happier.

"It's a pity that you can't escape from the palace now, princess. Otherwise, you would be able to see him."

Lysandra scooped up the dessert and sighed while feeling the sweetness and silkiness on her tongue.

"He will come to my rescue."

Hyperion replied.

"Princess, are you ready?"

Seeing Hyperion's resolute tone and decisive and quick answer, Lissandra couldn't help but feel that this was a sense of recognition that "it must be you".

Not at all like a joke.

Lissandra could only pray that McCarthy could really create a miracle and break all the demons' expectations.

"What preparation?"

Hyperion hesitated and asked in confusion.

"You want to marry him."

Lysandra said uncertainly.

Even if McCarthy takes 10,000 steps back and creates an almost impossible miracle, the final result must be that someone has to marry the princess, otherwise the Fallen Lord will not give the princess freedom.

"..."

Hyperion's face suddenly turned red.

She lowered her head and sipped the wooden spoon very quietly, while the sweet, sour and refreshing ice cream melted in her mouth.

Lysandra found that the princess really didn't seem to think too much.

She simply thought about the step of hoping McCarthy could win, but she never thought about what she would do after winning.

It was at this moment of silence and Lysandra's gaze that Hyperion finally felt she had to say something.

"Princess……"

"If I have to act in a play with him, I will do it well no matter what it is!"

Hyperion raised her head breathlessly and said, interrupting Lusandra's words.

What a big deal, isn't it just pretending to be engaged with Lan Qi? They are already familiar with each other.

"All right."

Lysandra patted the princess on the shoulder and sighed with a smile as if she no longer intended to tease her.

How she wished McCarthy and the princess could get their wish.

But the more she thought about it, the sadder Lysandra felt.

McCarthy's time was too short. For him, the preparation time was only two weeks. In the blink of an eye, the day of the royal ceremony was coming.

Qing Luo is not such a kind-hearted demon who would be willing to help this couple.

This love is destined to never end well, and everything McCarthy does will most likely be a moth flying into the flame.