Don't confiscate my citizenship

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Principal's Office of Purgatory Corridor College, the starlight from the devil's world spilled into the room, overlapping with the fire to form a ray of light.

They hugged each other with joy and sorrow, crying and laughing, as gorgeous as a pas de deux, and as funny as a crab walking.

"I'm really sorry to have to separate you so early."

Lan Qi walked to the sofa guiltily, sat down and whispered, waiting for Hyperion and Sigre to finish saying goodbye.

Maybe for Sigre, she hasn't realized that they are people from outside this era, and they may never see each other again in the future, but farewell will come sooner or later.

Life is like this.

Every separation may be a permanent separation.

Just clarifying this difference will make it harder for people to accept it.

He was actually very reluctant to let go of Sigre.

Sigre is an impeccable good child and a trustworthy companion who can be entrusted with life. She is upright and brave, and her qualities shine like gold.

Fortunately, Hyperion left a voice to Sigre as a souvenir of the sisterly relationship. When Hyperion returns to the present world, she can also see Sigre's appearance through the video recorded by the Shadow World Recording Program. To Sigre's voice.

It's the only solace.

Sigre and Hyperion were stuck together in the principal's office for a long time before they were willing to let go of each other.

"Sister, we want to be good sisters for life."

Sigre grabbed Hyperion's arms and said.

"Well, my love for you will never change, wuwu, my Sigre."

Hyperion answered with tears in her eyes.

Sigre finally hugged Hyperion and let go of the soft and tall demon girl's body.

"Calliera."

Sigre looked at the gray-haired female phantom by the window.

As soon as she let go of Hyperion, they all ran towards Caliera.

Thalia looked at her in astonishment, not knowing what to say when they parted. She could only instinctively open her arms and let Sigre throw herself into her arms.

"Calliera, I can no longer eat the food you cooked... You must eat well and sleep well every day, live happily, and never work for the devil again."

Sigre buried her head in Kaliela's face and told her.

"Sigre, don't worry, I have left the devil world long ago."

Thalia was also extremely reluctant to leave, and closed her eyes with mixed feelings.

"Uuuu, Kaliela..."

Sigre choked up and became speechless. She was in the same state as Hyperion just now.

"Don't cry, don't cry. How about I leave you a message too, so you can listen to it when you miss me in a foreign country."

Thalia suggested while stroking Sigre's hair to comfort her.

Compared to the emotions when Sigre and Hyperion said goodbye, Talia actually felt that Sigre was more reluctant to leave her.

It was a sincere sadness, just like Sigre's farewell to Hyperion was only a short one, but it was a long-lasting parting with her.

"good."

Sigre quickly thought of something and took out the Orb of Voice.

She didn't think about leaving a message for Kaliera at first, she just wanted to use it to tease Hyperion later, but now she found that she could also leave a message for Kaliera and bring it back to the world for permanent use. collection.

"My baby, I love you forever."

Thalia said to Sigre gently, sincerely, and full of her blessings.

Parents have a half-life relationship with their children. I hope that the memories of Kaliela and Sigre for more than ten years will always be the source of Sigre's soul in the face of wind and rain.

"Wow, Mom!"

Sigre finally couldn't hold back her tears. She hugged the gray-haired witch tightly and shouted out what she had been dreaming about for a long time.

Sigre was about to turn into a puddle of water, using Caliera as her pillow.

"I'm here."

Thalia answered Sigre's call.

"Oh, Fate, you have done wrong."

Lan Qi sat on the sofa and watched their farewells, and couldn't help but be very moved.

I originally thought I could let them stay for another five days, but I didn't expect that now everyone would have to go their separate ways.

Wait until you return to this world.

Hyperion will probably be sad in Icerite for a long time, Thalia will be missed in Brilda for a long time, and Sigre will become the Holy Emperor in this projection world of different time and space.

There will never be another chance to stay under the same roof like this.

"Then, goodbye."

Xiutasi chatted by the window of the principal's office for a long time, and they finally finished saying goodbye.

They understood that Lan Qi didn't rush them just because Lan Qi was considerate. It didn't mean that Shadow World's time was not valuable. Lan Qi might have something important to say to Sigre.

"Then let's go to the Demon King Yuci Restaurant first. Don't let Sigre get lost in the corridors of Purgatory later."

The gray-haired witch came to the door, opened the door of the principal's office, and reminded Lan Qi.

Thalia had witnessed with her own eyes in the Mirror of Tiberius that Lanqi entrusted Sigre with a mission that only Sigre could accomplish in the principal's office.

Naturally, she wouldn't bother Lan Qi much.

"Um."

Lan Qi nodded.

The three demons disappeared in front of the principal's office door.

"goodbye."

Hyperion looked at Lan Qi and Sigre reluctantly at the door, and closed the door with determination.

"..."

As the night progressed, only Lan Qi and Sigre were left in the principal's room.

Lan Qi has been sitting on the sofa, looking at the starry night sky of the Demon World for a long time.

Sigre stood in front of the broad brown wooden table, stroking the tabletop with her fingers.

The atmosphere in the room gradually changed from the previous lively and joyful to calm and quiet.

"What would you like to drink? I guess you need a refreshing drink."

Sigre walked to the cabinet on the side of the principal's office, picked up the glass skillfully, and opened her mouth to break the silence.

"Tea...forget it, coffee."

Lan Qi replied, then changed his mind.

He remembered that there was a drink in the Demon World called Naika Island Ice Tea, which originated from the Demon King's City, Naikalis.

It looks exactly like black tea, but is actually wine. The alcohol content of Naika Island Ice Tea prepared according to its original recipe can be very high.

Therefore, Lan Qi always remembers that in the demon world where the blood moon is coming, it is best not to touch black tea.

Without letting Lan Qi wait long, Sigre came over with a tray and a porcelain cup, poured a cup of coffee for Lan Qi, placed it on the coffee table in front of him, and then sat next to him.

The hot coffee on a winter night in the Demon Realm wafted out of the glass with a fragrant fragrance, filling the principal's office. Lan Qi felt at peace just by smelling it.

Of course, it might also be because of Sigre's silent company.

Unknowingly, twelve years later, that little girl has become a reliable and strong wolf clan in her own right.

"Sigre, I have to ask you a favor."

Lan Qi said to Sigre with a hint of guilt in her voice.

Seeing Sigre's miserable look at the end of the Mirror of Tiberius, Lan Qi couldn't bear it.

But in this era, the only one who can help him end the Blood Moon Bad Times is Sigre. She is an indispensable part.

"No problem."

Sigre replied innocently.

"I haven't said what I want to ask you for."

Lan Qi was stunned and looked at her.

This reaction is also very different from when he confessed to Sigre in the principal's office in the Mirror of Tiberius.

In Tiberius's dream, he called Sigre to the principal's office. Sigre could tell at a glance that he was about to confess something bad, but Sigre still managed to hold back her heartache and agreed to him.

"Probably you are going to do something big, and then you have to leave the funeral arrangements to me."

Sigre spread her hands indifferently and could read his thoughts at a glance.

Anyway, she trusted the Holy Son unconditionally.

"Now that you know, aren't you sad?"

Lan Qi suspected that this Sigre was mutated and treated her honestly.

"There's nothing to be sad about. I won't stop you if you do what you think is right."

Sigre moved a little closer to Lan Qi, stared into his eyes and answered.

Sigre looked open-minded.

She knew that this was the shadow world, and the Holy Son would definitely not die. It was not like the countdown to the shadow world that was about to end.

"..."

There's something short-circuited in Ranch's brain processor.

He started drinking water to hide the fact that he didn't understand the situation, and looked away.

Is the Mirror of Tiberius broken?

It can't be so different.

The relationship between him and Sigre should be good, but it seems that Sigre is not as concerned about his life and death as the Sigre simulated by the Mirror of Tiberius.

If even the basic information in Tiberius cannot be trusted, then more consideration needs to be given to the bias in the future it simulates.

"However, if you die, I will definitely stay a widow for you for the rest of my life, so you should also cherish your life."

Sigre lowered her voice and added.

"puff!"

Lan Qi almost choked on his coffee.

Sure enough, the Sigre in the Shadow World and the Sigre in the Mirror of Tiberius are very similar in some aspects.

But the way the person in front of me spoke was a bit too straightforward.

"No, Sigre."

Lan Qi put down the glass, not knowing what to say to Sigre.

I haven't seen this little girl for twelve years. It turns out that my feelings have not faded, but have deteriorated.

He is now a little worried that Sigre's previous closeness regardless of gender was because he was deliberately pretending to be stupid.

"Then you go back to the Theocracy of St. Paulant first, and I will give you all the tokens. You take my handwritten letter to Judge Elm and Queen Kesia first, and then follow the method I taught you to get it. To convince the Chief Paladin and the Chief Judge to prove that I was affected by the psychic trauma, they directly occupied the Pope's Hall and created the illusion that I was defeated and absconded."

Lan Qi returned to the principal's desk as if escaping, sat down, and began to write letters in his own hand.

"I want to go to the Demon King City Nekalis first, and then I will go straight to the Horning Empire. This time I will not go back to Helsalem. Time is running out. I will take the big demons directly to Huoning Empire. When the central and southern part of the Ning Empire breaks into chaos, you will suppress me in public opinion outside the Theocracy, and at the same time, you will use my crazy deeds to prove your correctness and legitimacy within the Theocracy."

He said business as usual.

With three experiences with the Mirror of Tiberius, Ranch was able to make slight adjustments to the actual reenactment.

The main problem is that there is less time for actual operations, and he does not have the ninth-level strength of Lancros to perform a real fight scene in the Helsalem Papal Hall, so he simply re-arranges the power-seizing scene.

"..."

Sigrid looked at Lanqi's attitude with interest.

Sure enough, it was fun to tease the Holy Son.

Whether it was accompanying the Holy Son, tempting the Holy Son, or speaking frankly to the Holy Son, it was certainly impossible for him to respond to Sigre's feelings.

"Sigre, let me tell you the truth. I think you may have guessed that it will be difficult for us to meet again in the future. In every sense, you have always been a cherished partner to me..."

Lan Qi sealed the letters on the table with wax, arranged the tokens, and spoke to Sigre in a deep voice.

He thought for a long time before deciding how to say goodbye to Siegler.

If Siegler really had the same idea about him as in the Mirror of Tiberius, then he couldn't say goodbye as gently as Hyperion and Calliela, which would only make Siegler sadder in the future.

In order to make her less painful in the future, it would be better to make the funeral as clear as possible now.

"No problem, then I will accept your position as Pope."

Siegler walked to the principal's desk and took Lanqi's handwritten letter and the multiple token keys he gave her, and said bluntly.

"Siegler, I'm talking about a very serious matter."

Lanqi looked up at Siegler's overly relaxed attitude across the table, and he stared at her with a complicated expression.

"I know, we are saying goodbye, and we can be happy when saying goodbye, so that we can be more relaxed when we meet again after a long separation."

Siegler met his gaze seriously and nodded,

"But since we may not see each other again in the future, can you fulfill one of my wishes? I have to pay you more for helping you do so many things."

She crossed her arms in distress and bargained.

"What?"

Lanqi asked with a slightly bad premonition.

According to him, Siegler is a person who will take advantage of the situation.

"Here, come here."

Siegler turned her cheek and silently pointed her index finger at her fair face, meaning that Lanqi should kiss her.

"That won't work, change to something that can be realized."

Lanqi shook his head.

Now he would not be fooled by Siegler's childish attitude.

"Did you misunderstand something? This is not a request, this is an instruction to you. Now I am the Pope, not your saint. Our positions have been exchanged."

Sieglei sat sideways on Lanqi's desk, holding the Pope's token and letter in her hand, and instructed Lanqi,

"You ask the boss to do something, of course you have to make the boss happy."

She has stopped acting and has become the domineering temperament of a superior, which is completely different from the lively girl Sieglei before.

Although there is still a sense of joking.

But this way of speaking makes Lanqi feel that she is not Sieglei at all.

Lanqi increasingly suspects that the Mirror of Tiberius is broken.

"I will count to three. If you don't kiss me, I will kiss you."

Sieglei couldn't help laughing, pretending to be a big bad wolf, and continued to tease Lanqi.

She herself can't act anymore.

She will definitely not really kiss, but now Lanqi's reaction every minute and every second is very interesting.

"Sieglei, this is the principal's office, don't mess around."

Lanqi warned with a flat look in his eyes.

Seeing Siegler like this, she might force him.

He actually had no ability to resist Siegler who could beat Lord Blasphemy.

He could only use the ninth-level majesty of the Pope to scare her.

"..."

"You are still the same bluffing master as always. I almost got fooled by you."

Siegler seemed to have completely seen through Lanqi's pretending to be a master, just like when he protected her on the snowy plains, which made her curl her lips.

"By the way, you are going to be promoted to the seventh level soon after the end of the shadow world, right?"

Siegler leaned over the desk, close to Lanqi, looked at Lanqi and asked quietly.

"What are you talking about..."

Lanqi stopped halfway through his words.

He looked up at Siegler with puzzlement.

How could Siegler know that this is the shadow world?

Even if we take a step back, everyone here would naturally think that Pope Saint Polante is a ninth-level hidden person, pretending to be a sixth-level person playing around in the world. How could they be sure at a glance that he is really a sixth-level person?

However, he only saw Siegler smiling, but her voice had become quite similar to that of a familiar person.

"You are better than me now, dear."

Siegler's eyes narrowed like crescents, and she curled her lips meaningfully, exhaled a little sweet wine smell at him, and threw a flying kiss.

Lanqi's pupils trembled, raised his hand, and pointed at the figure in front of the desk.

This.

How could this be Siegler?

It's completely a Tyrannical Catholic!

Then if she and Hyperion were close, wouldn't it be an epic explosion scene?

"Fuck, Sigrid!!!"

Lanqi shouted.