Don't confiscate my citizenship

On Naika Island, the Demon Realm King's City, two hours have passed since dawn, and the sky is still the deep purple color of a solar eclipse.

The sky above the island is filled with clouds and mist, while the ground is filled with dusk. This ancient demon city-state seems to be sleeping on the edge of time, waiting for the arrival of a new day but always at the last second of the night.

The royal palace stands majestically in the heart of Naikalis, near the coast of Naika Island.

The base level of the front plaza serves as a reception and security check area connected to Coastal Avenue. It is open to the public most of the time, allowing demons to visit and learn about the history of the demon world.

In the past, order here was strict, but this morning it was bustling with people. Demonic military guards and media reporters crowded the platform outside the front square passage. Although Nekalis's escorts set up protective barriers outside the palace to ensure order and safety, This did not reduce the expectations of the demons.

As long as there is a magic screen in Naikalis, demons begin to gather.

They waited with bated breath for the major events that happened in the palace to be conveyed to them through the projection of the specially invited demons.

One by one, the demon dignitaries stepped up the long steps in the square in front of the palace and entered the Demon King's Palace. After passing through the long corridor of the palace, their vision suddenly opened up.

The first floor contains the regent's hall, offices and rest areas for the nobles. It is also the core area for the palace's internal work and conference activities.

As for the second floor and above where traffic is prohibited.

Only members of the royal family, those who have been summoned, and ministers of the fallen minister level can enter.

The second floor at this time.

"Your Highness, take a deep breath, you look too nervous."

"I wasn't nervous at all."

Her Royal Highness Princess Hyperion and her palace attendant Lysandra were walking together in the corridor on the second floor, and there were slight conversations from time to time.

At this time, there was no Luo Qing watching them, but they all knew that Luo Qing was waiting in the Regency Hall downstairs at the moment. The first floor was filled with demons, and there was no possibility of escaping.

The corridor is spacious and bright, with ancient oil paintings from the Demon Realm hanging on the walls, and sculptures and antiques placed on both sides, each of which is a masterpiece from the Demon Realm.

The lights adorned the corridor carpet. Hyperion was wearing an ice-crystal light blue dress. Her hands were covered with white silk gloves. Her long silver hair was elegantly coiled into a bun on the back of her head. Each strand of hair was Carefully braided, she looked dignified and noble, with some loose strands of hair hanging gently on the side of her cheeks.

"..."

Lysandra knew why the princess next to her was nervous.

As a demon who has seen big events, the princess has a more stable mentality than most demons. Even if there is a big event about her today, she will not be at a loss.

However, the princess will meet McCarthy today.

The two of them haven't seen each other for a long time.

Whenever the princess hears McCarthy's name, she will always show a sincerely happy expression, caring and curious about him. The originally calm princess will easily have mood swings because of him, and every day she is separated from him feels like a special one. Long.

It was clear that McCarthy was the real cause of the princess's nervousness.

"Does Your Highness think Mr. McCarthy will win?"

Lysandra asked tentatively.

Although Lissandra didn't know why the princess was so sure that McCarthy would be able to take her away today, even if McCarthy could convince Fallen Lord Caliera, McCarthy's opponents today would not only be those big demons, but also Ulises, the tenth ancestor of the vampire family.

"It will win."

Hyperion nodded confidently.

"Is he more powerful than the tenth ancestor Ulises?"

These days, Lysandra does not socialize much with McCarthy.

But the more she felt that she understood McCarthy, the more she found that she couldn't understand him, and she even began to wonder whether McCarthy was actually a big demon hiding his strength.

After all, when she can clearly feel that the other party's magic power is weak and stable, there are only two possibilities, either the other party is really weak, or it is actually so strong that it is difficult for ordinary creatures to understand.

Putting aside this unilateral and unfounded fantasy of Lysandra, Lysandra is convinced that Ulisses, the tenth ancestor, is an opponent that few creatures in the world today are likely to defeat artistically.

No matter how ancient the master craftsman in the demon world is, it is difficult to say that he can beat Ulises of the vampire family.

Ulises, who already has a unique artistic talent, has endless years to study.

He didn't pick up a pen for many years, maybe because he was immersed in it, maybe because he had already reached the peak and was tired of painting.

Now no one knows what state he has reached.

"I have no idea."

Hyperion answered truthfully. After all, she had never seen Lan Qi painting.

"But he's better than the best painter I've ever seen."

she said with conviction.

Perhaps Lanci could not surpass Duke Milaya, who was known as an all-rounder, in various skills, but when it came to painting, Hyperion believed that Lanci was far superior to her father, Duke Milaya.

She trusted her father, so she trusted Lan Qi even more.

"Then can I understand that your belief that he can win means that you are ready to marry him today?"

Lysandra asked quietly.

"!"

Huberian's steps suddenly became stiff for a moment.

Lysandra stared at Hyperion's fair to red skin, convinced that it was not makeup.

It seems that it is better not to mention it. When it comes to this matter, the princess really can't take it easy.

"No, it's just getting married. What a big deal. If he dares to propose, I will agree!"

Hyperion quickened her pace and walked towards the stairs.

"You can see who is shy now."

"..."

Lysandra smiled helplessly, followed the princess to the stairs, and walked down the stairs.

Because of her official duties today, Lisandra left the house very early.

At four or five o'clock, she saw that the lights in McCarthy's house were already on.

McCarthy has obviously thought it through.

After passing through the long staircase, they arrived at the cloister connecting the Regency Hall.

Every few steps, you can feel the invisible barrier arranged by Luo Qing, until you reach the Regent Hall.

The several-meter-high door of the Regency Hall, the largest area in the palace, is already open.

The seats arranged in a fan-shaped circle are spread out from low to high, forming a spacious semi-circular seat.

Here, nobles and ministers from the demon world shuttled between them, and most of the witnesses had already taken their seats, exchanging opinions in low voices.

Hyperion looked around and her eyes fell on the fallen Lord Kaliela next to her throne in the center of the hall.

Qing Luo also glanced at her and soon stopped paying attention to her, the princess who was the protagonist.

Kaliela just looked at a male figure sitting in the distance in confusion.

Nowadays, there is a demon named McCarthy who wears uniforms and leather shoes and is deeply respected by the upper class nobles in the demon world.

He was chatting and laughing with many powerful people in the demon world and politics.

"This is the second time. Why doesn't this guy look at me?"

Kaliela said depressedly in an imperceptible voice.