Don't confiscate my citizenship

The Blood Palace, the blackness of the sky obscured all the light, only a blood-red moon, which turned into the eyes of the Blood Palace, overlooking this underground world.

"Go to hell, you dead soul!"

Lachar exerted all his magic power and condensed a blood-colored magic mirror in front of him.

The figure of Lanqi was reflected on the mirror, but there was something subtly different.

The Lanqi in the mirror had empty eyes, a dead face, and a layer of ominous aura shrouded his whole body.

"Pope, this is the reflection of your heart."

Lachar smiled grimly,

"You appear to be righteous and pure on the surface, but you hide endless darkness in your heart. You are no different from us!"

No matter how strong Pope Saint Polante is, as long as he is hit by this trick, he will start to fight himself. At that time, Lachar doesn't believe that he can't break his defense.

Whenever the Pope loses his mind, the black Pope in the mirror will come out and become a summoned creature that he, Lachar, can temporarily control.

Lanqi only stared at the magic mirror, with a hint of naturalness on the corner of his mouth.

"Lachar."

He said softly, and the wind of Blood Moon City blew gently, rolling up his dark hair.

"If you see a goat from the side, you can only say that the side you see is black, but you can't prove that the side you don't see is pure white. What if there are half-black and half-white goats in the world?"

He stared at the blood-colored magic mirror indifferently, not worried that the person in the mirror would come out.

The next second, the illusion in the mirror shattered and turned into light dust.

"..."

Lachar's pupils contracted. He had tried almost all his magic and fought hard.

And the opponent seemed to be playing with him.

No matter what kind of ninth-level spell, it would not have any effect on the terrifying white-robed man in front of him.

At present, it seems that the only thing that has some effect may be ordinary attack magic.

But this makes it seem that the Pope is humiliating him.

All his proud spells are not as good as ordinary attacks that do not require skills?

"Why? Why?!"

Lachar roared angrily.

"Tens of thousands of years ago, when I saw that the Horning Empire was doomed, I discovered that all the citizens in the south were infected by the blood poison of the second ancestor. It was you who suppressed their demonization. Once you were sealed, all the people of Horning would become demons, and the territory of the Saint Polante Pope in the north would also suffer. Even though I knew all this, I was not shaken. Do you think your spiritual magic can still shake me?"

The emerald eyes under the mask of the white-robed pope seemed to be asking Lachar--

Am I not the evil ghost that your blood clan personally refined in that era?

"Are you really Lanclos?! You have his power and memory, but a flawless state of mind. Who are you?!"

The square in front of the hall is like a tomb. The walls and the ground are made of black stones, carved with twisted faces, and the blood-red ghost fires around flicker in the dark, echoing Lachar's shouting.

The palace walls made of countless rock cubes reflected a cold glimmer in the darkness, as if constructed by regular chaos.

And Ranchi was standing under the palace, with his back to the blood moon, his white robe spotless, looking down at the third ancestor, Duke Lachar.

"I said I was Lanclos Saint Anastasius, I won the resurrection match and came back."

Ranchi's answer has not changed.

"......!"

The evidence that Lachar was most sure that this guy was not like Lanclos was that the guy in front of him answered seriously and randomly, always giving the feeling of a kindergarten teacher teasing a child.

But no matter how he looked at it at this moment, Lachar felt that his eyes were always clear, so clear that Lachar was uneasy.

The black centipede mark on the right cheek of this guy that he had never seen before was so evil that Lachar could not analyze its principle.

That spell was not immortal punishment, but it was very similar to immortal punishment, and even more deadly.

Suddenly, a dull look flashed across Lachar's pupils, as if he had sensed something wrong somewhere in Blood Moon City.

"Ulises...!"

He gritted his teeth and clenched his red fists.

He had already learned about the situation at the Earth Abyss Palace. Mi Gaiya was actually rescued by the other party.

A dignified eighth-level ancestor couldn't even handle four seventh-level ones.

The situation was originally very good for them, and they could end this fierce battle at any time, but now they were suddenly supported by the other party and could continue to drag it down.

"Is that so."

Lanqi also heard the latest developments of the Earth Abyss Palace from Abigail through the headset, and responded to Abigail.

"Ulises, a nostalgic name. I have never forgotten every opponent I defeated."

Lanqi told Lachar about the past again.

This made Lachar cover his ears.

He had had enough of this guy's replay, from the history of the Blood Moon Destruction to the culture of the present Krei Empire, he never stopped from beginning to end.

"I have met many powerful enemies in my life, Ulysses may be one of them, but if I were to say the only enemy that gave me a headache."

Lanqi stopped talking here, he lowered his head and looked at the palm of his hand, as if he remembered a lot of things and someone.

If it were to happen again, Lanqi would still choose him.

"Are you still thinking about Asksan?"

Talia suddenly asked him, she didn't expect Lanqi to still be thinking about that man until the final battle.

"You know, I have no choice."

Lanqi replied to Talia with his mind.

"Just follow your teacher Laosang in this life!"

Thalia wondered if there was no woman around this boy?

"The peak produces false support, and the dusk witnesses the true believer. Asksan's figure has long been integrated into my life. I have no reason to give up on him, and he is really like a light, illuminating my boring life."

Lan Qi expresses his sincere remembrance.

"I've really had enough! Since I could hear your voice, I realized that you have become one."

Thalia didn't want to talk.

Lan Qi didn't even activate the Black Sun Tyrant's Edict of Eternal Punishment all the time. He would only activate it when Rashal hit him. It didn't matter much if he made a mistake. With his resistance, most of Rashal's mental magic was against him. He's no threat.

Thalia even suspected that Lanqi sometimes did not make mistakes, but deliberately wanted to take advantage of Rashael's mental magic to show his error tolerance.

His style of play, which clearly did not treat his opponent as a human being, had already been seen by Rashal.

"Lancros... no, impostor, you don't think you can win this time, do you?"

Rashal waved his fist with a fierce expression, and then looked at the white-robed Pope opposite, ready to bury the Pope this time.

It is no longer the same as the Horning Empire.

This time the vampires will not make any mistakes again.

As long as they wait until the God of War's blessing ceremony is over, they will be victorious.

These damn guys have put all their efforts into Blood Moon City, but what the invaders don't know is how many military gods on the ground are also under his control!

The opponent was already in such a miserable state that they almost collapsed. He didn't believe there were any back-ups left by the opponent on the ground!

"Rashar, you can run away. You can't escape for a while, but I will watch you forever."

Lan Qi adjusted the mask so that the eyes under the hollow could see Rashaer more clearly.

"Lan Qi, you speak strangely."

Thalia was here even though she was watching the battle. Since Lan Qi said that she would not affect the battle, she would chat with Lan Qi and ignore her. It was Lan Qi's business.

"What's wrong? Do you think it's strange?"

Lan Qi asked Thalia in her heart doubtfully.

"Well."

Thalia imagined it.

If Lan Qi told her, "You can run away, but you can't escape for a while, and I will watch you forever"...

This feeling of domineering governor came back, unexpectedly making her heart beat fast.

"No, you still want to play the second season with me, right?"

Lanci read Talia's active thoughts, and she seemed to be rehearsing an episode.

"If you can win a big victory today, I can reward you as a teacher when you get back."

Thalia paused and responded nonchalantly.

Abigail has been looking for an actor for the Half-Witch episode for a long time. Talia just hasn't decided whether to agree to Abigail. If Lan Qi still wants to play with her, she will try her best to satisfy her. Ranch.

"I can't say who thought it was."

Lan Qi's head ached a little just thinking about the Cinderella chapter of Holy War Romance.

If there is a follow-up half-witch chapter, then he will be a bit unbearable, and he will definitely be the one who suffers the most.

"I will destroy the entire Blood Moon City today. Without the protection of Blood Moon City, where can you, the ancestors of the blood clan, escape no matter how you escape on the ground?"

He returned to the topic and looked at Rashaer across the square to preach.

"It's you who should run away!"

Rashal clenched his violent palms angrily, controlling the blood mist. Countless crimson tentacles stretched out from the mist, sweeping towards Lanqi again like poisonous snakes.

…

The Faded Hall on the northernmost side of the void.

As the two powerful men, Ice Witch Artis and Withered Bishop Niedochka, clashed, the air within a few miles around changed drastically.

The originally dilapidated courtyard is now a completely different scene.

Vines and thorns grew wildly, entangled and entangled, wrapping the ruins layer by layer, like an endless maze of plants.

At the same time, the ice and snow witch's cold air was raging, freezing all the greenery, and the branches and icicles were intertwined, reflecting the blue light.

The ground cracked, and a bottomless chasm ran through the courtyard, turning into a giant beast with teeth and claws. Even water vapor would be frozen in an instant, and the next second it would be smashed to pieces by vines.

"You can't cause any real harm to me, so don't hit me."

Under the attack of the Ice Witch, Niedochka walked out of the giant tree used for defense, stretched out her arms and said easily.

As soon as she finished speaking, a slender staff appeared out of thin air in her hand.

The top of the staff was wrapped with vines, and the middle was inlaid with emerald green gems. With a slight wave of Niedochka, the vines wrapped around the Ice Witch from the ground like an arrow from a string.

The Ice Witch reacted quickly and formed an ice pick around her body, cutting off all the incoming vines.

However, more giant trees and vines came like a tide, which was unstoppable.

The Ice Witch had no choice but to flutter back and forth, while condensing cold air to form an ice wall to resist.

The vines wrapped around the ice wall and quickly crushed it.

Niedochka smiled, and in his raised hands, thorns full of vitality emerged from the ground, surrounding the Ice Witch, and tightly imprisoning her.

The ice witch struggled, and the ice shot out, freezing and shattering the entangled thorns.

But Niedochka just smiled leisurely, and the withered thorns revived again, becoming more lush and tough than before.

This thorn will even absorb the vitality of the Ice Witch and feed it back to Niedochka.

The night sky in the Faded Hall was as gloomy as ink, covered with dark clouds, and the originally cold blood moon was also obscured.

Thunder and lightning flashed with dazzling white light, illuminating the devastated courtyard.

A blizzard swept by with a roar, rolling up ice chips and dead leaves all over the sky.

The Ice Witch was forced to use the strongest environmental spell to quickly break the thorns.

"The exquisite manipulation of the magic of the demon clan is amazing."

Nedochika praised sincerely,

"But in the face of life magic, everything will eventually return to nature."

As Nedochika spoke, a warm current flowed through the Ice Witch's body, and the skin that was originally scratched by the thorns was miraculously healed, but at the same time, toxins began to reduce the effect of her own healing spells.

"..."

The Ice Witch was shocked.

This excessive treatment would exclude her own healing magic, and achieve reduced treatment in disguise.

"Please don't doubt me. I don't have any strange habits."

Nedochka seemed to see through the thoughts of the Ice Witch and winked mischievously.

"It's just that I think it's too boring to hurt you blindly. Long-lasting battles are boring, don't you think so?"

She asked the Ice Witch.

"..."

The Ice Witch bit her lip, and several crystal clear ice blades condensed around her body again, ready to cut through the new demonic plants that rushed over at any time.

There was almost no hope of winning, but she couldn't lose in a short time.

"Since you are interested, I am happy to accompany you to the end."

The Ice Witch stared at the Withered Bishop.

In an instant, a mountain-shaped ice cone filled with frost fell from the sky and attacked Nedochika bound by gravity.

Nedochika smiled slightly, turned lightly, and the vines surrounded her body like a shield, blocking all the icebergs.

Without waiting for the Snow Witch to react, a green beam of light flew out from Nedochika's fingertips and sank directly into the Snow Witch's chest.

The Snow Witch felt a warm current flowing through her body, followed by a piercing coldness that spread rapidly.

She realized that Nedochika's wood magic just now was actually directly eroding her magic power!

She tried her best to extinguish the magic seeds that Nedochika had planted in her body. If she was hit by too many such magics, she might not be able to hold on for too long.

The vines and ice cones intertwined, the beams and the cold air collided, and the battle in the entire courtyard was fierce but strangely quiet, with only the occasional sound of ice breaking and vines breaking through the air.

Gradually, the Snow Witch felt exhausted and her breathing frequency became higher and higher.

On the other hand, Nedochika was still calm and interested.

"I haven't met an opponent as gentle as you for a long time. The battle itself is as easy as having afternoon tea."

Nedochika admired sincerely.

"I don't think it's fun to fight you alone."

The Ice Witch forced a cold smile and forced herself to take a fighting stance.

"Artis, don't worry, you just need to hold back Nedochika. Our situation is temporarily stable. When Sigrid breaks through, there will be a turning point!"

Just when the Ice Witch could hardly see hope, Abigail's voice came from the communication device.

The Ice Witch dodged Nedochika's magic and glanced at the picture of the Earth Palace sent by Abigail.

A light flashed in her light blue eyes that were almost silver.

"Huparian, I knew you could do it."

A gratified smile appeared on the corner of the Ice Witch's mouth. Since the disciples were so desperate, she, as a teacher, must not be afraid of strong enemies.

"..."

At the same time, Nedochika seemed to have learned something through the vampire's communication.

Nedochika frowned slightly, and a trace of doubt and confusion flashed across her face.

"It's impossible. How could my son betray me?"

Nedochka whispered to himself, and the vine magic was still unsolvable.

The whole courtyard was intertwined with ice and vines, and thunder and wind were howling.

The Ice Witch was a little aware that Nedochika's mind was no longer on the battle. The news of the betrayal of the withered son from the blood clan was like a stone thrown into the originally calm lake in the heart of the withered bishop, causing ripples, and increasingly unable to cover up her inner confusion.

She mechanically waved her staff, and the vine magic was gorgeous and precise, but lacked the previous passion and pleasure.

The Ice Witch's attacks came again and again, but Nedochika just resisted instinctively. The confusion in his heart accumulated more and more, and he began to avoid the Ice Witch.

"Isn't his goal to join the Resurrection Church my bishop himself?"

The withered bishop Nedochika retreated with his forehead covered in confusion, thinking while fighting with the Ice Witch.

"..."

The Ice Witch heard the Withered Bishop's whispers and finally twitched her eyes.

She was a little suspicious of the Withered Bishop's character now.

How could he be a love-brained person?

Nedochika had calculated everything, except that her son's real intention was wine.

...

The Crimson Abyss not far from the Abyss Palace.

In the collapsed ruins, the life-and-death battle between Hyperion and Ulysses had entered the most tragic stage.

The entire battlefield was shrouded in a bloody storm.

Ulysses had completely fallen into a state of frenzy.

A blood-red magic vortex swirled around him, and every inch of his skin was emitting a terrifying murderous aura.

As Ulysses recalled the power of the Blood Eagle and the Blood Bear, the blood around him turned into sharp blades, slashing towards Hyperion like a storm.

Hyperion moved swiftly, avoiding Ulysses' attack, and using offense as defense, she reached out with her backhand claw and went straight for the ancestor's throat, determined to fight to the death.

"Damn it!"

Ulisses used telekinesis to shake Hyperion away, but Hyperion's dagger still cut a bloody mark on his neck.

The bright red blood suddenly gushes out, which is particularly dazzling on his pale skin.

The Palace of the Abyss had just been revealed, and Ulises, who was almost going crazy after being stabbed in the back by the Blighted Son and blocked by Hyperion, was now on the verge of going berserk.

His scarlet eyes were burning with crazy flames, and invisible magic power surged around him.

"I want you dead!"

Now that he no longer needs to worry about the Diyuan Palace, he can use all his strength to kill this damn scorpion-tailed witch!

Ulises roared, and his mental power spread from his body into a halo. The ground suddenly shook, and countless suspended buildings collapsed and turned into powder.

"Princess, you succeeded, but you will die here as you wish!"

Ulises was hysterical, his voice hoarse and ugly, revealing the madness on the verge of collapse.

He recalled all the power given to the blood snake. When the blood droplet cut through the void and returned to him, the magic power around Ulises surged, and the blood-colored mind power was like a sharp blade that turned into a violent wind and rained down on Hyperion. Just cut it off.

Wherever the power of thought passes, the void is distorted, matter is shattered, and a terrifying pressure that destroys everything is emitted.

At this time, Hyperion had reached the point where she was running out of gas.

Her whole body was covered in scars, and black poisonous blood kept flowing from the corners of her mouth. She managed to support her shaky body, held the scorpion tail dagger tightly, and tried her best to dodge Ulises's violent attack.

"Hugh buzz..."

She could hardly hear what the communication from Abigail was saying.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

She knew that she had successfully delayed Ulises and prevented Ulises from successfully rushing back to the Abyss Palace.

And if they just keep stalling him for a while longer, they can win.

In the face of Ulises' rising magic power, Hyperion was like a small boat, teetering in the stormy waves and in danger.

She soon couldn't hold on anymore, and was blown away by the aftermath of Ulises' telekinesis, hitting the broken wall of a floating castle heavily.

"Ahem."

Hyperion only felt that her internal organs were being displaced and dislocated under the violent impact. The spitted black blood corroded the ground, and her consciousness began to become blurred.

"Hahahaha...you have reached your limit."

Ulises laughed crazily, with a cruel light shining in his eyes,

"And I haven't reached full strength yet."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ulises pushed forward with both hands, and the blood-colored telekinesis turned into a bloody hand that covered the sky. In synchronization with his hand, it grabbed the weak Hyperion head-on. The girl's entire body is to be kneaded into pulp.

Hyperion struggled to get up, but found that all the strength in her body had been drained. She didn't know whether the bones were broken or the toxins of Melogas had backfired to the limit. She didn't know if she could escape. Trying desperately to activate the muscle tissue in the body that still has feeling.

Everything became quiet at this moment.

Turned into blank space.

There is only blazing light and darkness.

Will it be over in the next second?

She doesn't know.

But she wanted to delay for a while longer. Every time she delayed Ulises for a while, her companions would have a greater chance of winning.

This time she had already decided to risk everything to protect them.

This is the meaning of her survival to this day.

However, the tearing pain that he expected when his limbs were forced to move again did not come.

In her hazy vision, a slender and tall figure appeared in front of her, blocking Ulises' unstoppable telepathic bloody hand for her, like an unshakable fortress.

"..."

Hyperion suddenly opened her eyes wide, and saw a curtain of pure undercurrent blooming around her, turning into an immortal barrier.

Staring at this dark color, you will find that it is not simply bleak and obscure, but contains the ultimate beauty. It is pure, ethereal, holy and flawless, like the first ray of black light when the heaven and earth first opened, with the mystery of chaos and vitality. Potential, hidden in the dark depths, are the twinkling stars, the glimmer of light billions of light years away falling into the mortal world.

This pure darkness of the Age of Gods is more like a gentle and considerate mother, tolerating all things, nourishing all living beings, allowing everything to ferment in sleep, and when the time is right, it will reveal its fragrance and bloom. It is the foundation of creation and the nurturing thing for everything. embrace.

"The original slate is dark..."

Hyperion stared blankly at the undercurrent barrier in front of her, feeling an indescribable throbbing in her heart.

This light made her eyes sore and gradually turned red. Finally, unsatisfactory clear tears replaced the black tears and flowed down the corners of her eyes.

"Huberlian, you can actually come here..."

The man slowly turned his head, his face was pale, and he stared at the prostrate Hyperion on the ground, with a hint of doting apology, and his face was half happy and half sad.

"Ahh..."

Hyperion looked at the man in front of her, tears welling up in her eyes, her lips trembling, and it took her a long time to choke out a sound.

She hadn't seen the familiar magic power and the familiar brilliance of the dark stone slab for a long time.

She once thought that she might never see him again for the rest of his life, but she didn't expect that one day, she would actually see her father who had escaped from trouble.

"..."

On the other side, Ulises stared at the sudden black shadow, a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes, which was soon replaced by overwhelming anger.

Ulises' face was terrifyingly gloomy, his fists clenched and his nails dug into his palms.

This cardinal who broke free from the seal blocked his possibility of killing Hyperion as he wished!

On the ruins of the void.

The dark silk thread has turned into warm and full magic power that shrouds Hyperion's body. The feeling that her bones are about to break has eased, and her injuries are slowly recovering.

This is Migaiya's dark puppet sewing, a healing dark attribute magic.

Duke Migaiya not only has a comprehensive mastery of attributes, but he can also improve all kinds of magic into his own dark magic, so that it can get the bonus of [Original Slate-Dark].

The girl trembled, and her longing and grievances turned into tears.

The dream that was too long, at the moment of its realization, she still felt unreal.

Maybe it was the pain in her body, or maybe her mental will had already reached its limit, her vision became blurred, and there was only the faint light in the Blood Moon City.

In an instant, she seemed to see a lot of things.

"Don't worry, I, the law-abiding little pioneer, will not play tricks on you."

That was on the top floor of Ikrit Academy, he said to himself with a sunny and cheerful face.

If she lost that exam, she might be dead on the street outside the school.

……

"If we don't set off now, we will never be able to set sail! So trust me, let's go."

In the classroom.

The voice was clear, as if he couldn't wait to take her on a magical journey.

……

"Let's not talk about whether it is dangerous to provoke the demons. The demons may also have good guys. Hyperion, don't discriminate against the demons."

The earnest advice echoed in the corridor of Purgatory Corridor Academy.

……

"If I can find your father back, I will have a big backer."

On an ordinary morning, after listening to the course of the original stone tablet, he decided to help her find her father.

…

"Hyperian, don't worry. With our detectives and lawyers by your side, the criminals can't do anything to you."

At the dinner in the temple, the two always lend a hand when they see their companions in need of help.

…

"Do you think you can hurt her?"

Facing the killer sent by the destruction branch in the wooden house restaurant, the gray-haired witch hugged her and looked at the killer. Every word he said was like trash.

…

"No matter what the result is in more than a month, when I see you again, I will arrange a ship for you to return to the South Continent. So, come back safely, may the goddess bless you."

In the temple of the North Continent, the pious prayer of the ice and snow witch was heard by her.

…

"Apologize to the two ladies. If the key vote of Earl Milford leads to the defeat of Lord Asksan, how will you be responsible?"

At the Rock Junction Station, the difficulties of the Archbishop of Destruction were countered by her invisible guardian.

…

"I love you so much. I am actually the friend of the Duke's daughter. Before, there was actually a noble young man from the Kingdom of Hutton who dared to bully you. You see, next time we meet, it's up to me and Shinora to agree or not."

On the way back to the South Continent, she had more and more friends.

…

"Miss Hyperion, leave it to me, please rest assured."

On the night when the Southern Wantina Territory fell, the butler Hans saluted and assured her.

The old man believed in her and was willing to let her follow her own judgment to do the right thing.

…

"Why did you come back?"

When the two of them shared hardships and were about to die together.

Talia wanted to yell at Hyperion and push her away, but she couldn't make a sound at all as if she was choking.

…

"Today, Princess Hyperion belongs to the Great Demon Clan Mackay. Even if your first ancestor comes, it will be useless."

The Fallen Lord Kaliela resolutely protected Hyperion on the throne and was ready to fight in person.

…

"But have you noticed? Reality is approaching your gentle place, which means it can still be realized."

On the night of Naikalis, Lanqi suddenly asked her,

"Look, now it's unlikely that anyone in the Kingdom of Hutton will bully you. We have clues about Duke Migaia, and Antanas and the others may be able to help us find Miss Ifatia. In short, no matter what your dream is, I will help you realize it."

Lanqi looked at her, raised the wine glass in his hand, and grinned to promise.

…

"Will the blood clan really lose?"

Siegre's petite figure lay in her arms, looking up at her, as if comforting Hyperion, and as if seeking her comfort.

She used to read newspapers every day, and she tried to read even when she couldn't understand and couldn't see hope, just as clumsy as Hyperion.

…

“You are not allowed to hurt her——”

At the last moment of the dream, watching the terrifying sting of Merogas attack again, the silver starlight drifted in the dark night, and the psychedelic fairy-like witch had appeared in the air. She was elegant in a white dress, graceful, and there was no smile on her angelic face. Her vein-prone hands grabbed Merogas's scorpion tail.

…

“…”

The shadow of the principal reflected on the glass was silent.

Even if the stars outside the window were dim, the shadows of the boy and girl on the glass were still clear, reflecting the undead in history.

It seemed to have returned to the time when the two of them challenged the Purgatory Corridor Academy together.

…

“Xiu, Hyperion, you call me mother…? Don’t you hate me?”

When she saw her mother again, Ifatia mechanically hugged her back, and her tears uncontrollably wet her hair.

"I... I..."

Ifatia choked, unable to breathe, and even unable to speak clearly.

Whenever she remembered those words of Ikerite, she would reach out to the old days, the happiness that she once had but could no longer find.

When you are alone, there are always some words that are difficult to understand. This longing cannot be expressed in words, and it is terrifying and extremely pitiful.

…

The dreams that I once dared not imagine have come true one by one.

"Hupélian."

"Hupélian meow."

"Hupélian!"

The voices of her friends calling her name filled her mind.

From one, to many.

Until the end.

At this moment, in front of her, under the light of the original stone slab.

The sound of her father clearly reading her name.

"Huprienne."

Migaiya's eyes were filled with guilt and relief. Even if he had more to say, he couldn't tell his daughter for a while.

"Well, I found you."

She closed her eyes, tears of excitement slid down her scarred face, and she choked like a dream.

The long journey so far, thousands of words were all condensed into this sentence, and tears kept falling for Hyperion's dream to come true.