Don't confiscate my citizenship

On this midsummer night, the moonlight was shining, gently caressing the mansion located by the bay.

Beside the bed in the bedroom on the top floor of the mansion, the warm yellow light intertwined with the silver gauze of moonlight, illuminating the only two figures.

"Huberlian..."

Lan Qi, who was sitting on the chair next to the bed, had a trace of concern in his eyes.

"Don't say anything now, please!"

Hyperion's voice trembled, and her tone no longer sounded like her.

"..."

Lan Qi seemed really worried.

The other things he wanted to say to Hyperion were temporarily insignificant compared to Hyperion.

He was worried that Hyperion might have been injured after staying in Lord Fallen's magic barrier for a long time. If necessary, he would call a doctor immediately.

But he couldn't see Hyperion's face.

She hid, hiding behind the quilt.

"I'm fine..."

Hyperion's voice was weak and vague, and she shrank herself in the quilt again, trying to find a sense of comfort.

She finally seemed to have calmed down and responded to Lan Qi.

On a midsummer night, the sea breeze blows gently, bringing the sound of the tide and a subtle coolness.

It was already dark outside, but the moonlight filtering in from the window seemed to make the entire space more enchanting.

"If you still think dreams are better, just sleep a little longer. I will stay by your side."

Lan Qi observed Hyperian for a while, making sure that she was really fine, and said with relief.

His voice was like a lullaby, gently surrounding every corner of the room.

"...Ranchi."

Hyperion was silent for a brief moment and read his name.

"Um?"

After hearing this, Lan Qi looked at Hyperion again.

"Were you always by my side when I was sleeping?"

Her mind seemed to be wandering in the tranquility and sea breeze of this summer night, and she came out of her dream.

"Yes, Lord Fallen said that this magic will be harmless to you after it ends, but the opportunity for a sweet dream is rare. Now that you have been tricked, it is better to finish the dream. Sometimes her talent is not just to use magic against the enemy. , and can also be used to heal the mental depletion of allies."

Lan Qi nodded and explained to Hyperion.

It is said that in the Demon King's City, Naikalis wants to ask the Fallen Lord for psychological diagnosis and treatment, but it is not possible to get it at a price. Often only the demons who have a good relationship with her can be healed by her [Falling Gentle Land].

But he had never seen Hyperion sleeping like this, so he was still a little worried, so he sat on one side of the room and watched over her.

"Thank you for protecting me like this every time. I have no other way to thank you except becoming a duchess and realizing your retirement dream."

Hyperion thought for a while, finally put down the quilt, revealed her face, and said to Lan Qi.

Now her cheeks may be a little red due to lack of oxygen, at least that's what she thought.

Lan Qi was in a daze, as if Hyperion suddenly said this, making him feel a little embarrassed.

"Haha, Duchess, you are a princess."

Lan Qi smiled again and praised.

Even Lord Fallen recognizes Hyperion. Now Kaliela will no longer hold the emperor to order the princes, but will assist Hyperion wholeheartedly. This is a genuine ninth level that neither of them can meet in this world. Such a powerful demon.

This shadow world is now completely getting better.

When I return to the Paulante Empire, I feel completely refreshed.

Cat bosses all say, Vlanchi 50, let it be played.

"Can you let Lanfu be the princess, and you and I can go back to the Paulante Empire and be ordinary women..."

Hyperion's voice became smaller and smaller.

She was shocked when she heard the Ice Witch teacher say that she was the last descendant of the demon clan in the Northern Continent. Now she never expected that in this shadow world of tens of thousands of years ago, she would actually be recognized by the demon clan. princess.

The recognition of this ninth-level demon was too valuable for her to accept.

"To be honest, not everyone can be a princess. Think about our old friend, do you think Kaliera can recognize her?"

Lan Qi couldn't help laughing as he spoke by the bedside, and raised his hand to cover his mouth.

"Don't talk about my aunt like that..."

Hyperion said a little unhappy, but there was no reprimand in her voice, as if she was reluctant to blame Lan Qi.

In fact, she also knew that even if Lan Qi said this in front of Talia, Talia would not really do anything to Lan Qi. At most, she would give him some punishment and education.

As long as Lan Fu doesn't cause trouble and Lan Qi doesn't drink, there will basically be no accidents.

But Hyperion is very worried that Lan Qi, who is becoming more and more unruly, will one day play with himself again.

"..."

After Hyperion's order, Lan Qi seemed speechless.

"Forget it, just say whatever you want."

Hyperion looked at Lan Qi's aggrieved look and said softly.

"Huberlian, you are the best."

Lan Qi praised her and gave her a thumbs up.

"Don't say such things..."

Hyperion looked at Lanqi helplessly and said.

They both laughed and started chatting as usual.

The sound of the waves outside the window now sounded like their whispers, rising and falling with the fluctuations of emotion from time to time.

They sat on the bed and beside the bed, looking at each other, as if they were discussing interesting topics that they never tire of talking about every day, and the awkward atmosphere had completely disappeared.

In the bedroom, a warm desk lamp exudes a soft light, and the curtains sway gently, accompanied by the rhythm of the sea breeze. Here, time seems to slow down, allowing them to forget the hustle and bustle of the world, leaving only inner peace and tranquility. Deeply relaxed.

The bookshelf in the corner is filled with all kinds of devilish books that have been washed away by time and have slightly warped edges.

The small clock on the bedside quietly records the passage of time.

From carved armchairs to devilish paintings, soft carpets absorb the sound of every step, keeping the interior quiet.

"It seems you've rested well now?"

Lan Qi asked with a smile. He had already stood up and pushed away the chair to make room for Hyperion to get out of bed.

"Well, rested very well."

Hyperion nodded, moved her body, put the quilt aside, hung her feet down, and placed them gently on the carpet, feeling the soft touch under her feet.

"Then let's go downstairs. Boss Cat has just gone to prepare dinner."

Lan Qi reached out and gestured toward the door.

"Okay, by the way, where is this?"

Hyperion finally looked around the room and asked.

After she came to this shadow world, she did not leave Naika Island where the palace was located for a month.

Now it seems that Lan Qi has finally been taken out of the starting point. The mansion where she is now is not a location she is familiar with.

"This is the Isle of Leith. It's just for you."

Lan Qi pointed to the bay outside the window and introduced.