Don't Confiscate My Citizenship Chapter 191

Chapter 191 Hyperion's Fourth Death Omen Star

On the other side of Icerita, thick dark clouds were about to cover the skyline of the royal capital.

In the street cafe, people gathered in front of the window, holding hot coffee in their hands, looking at the rain curtain outside with blurred eyes. The sound of rain accompanied by the gentle jazz music in the cafe made the indoor space separated by the rain scene It seems extremely warm and cozy.

The sudden heavy rain kept washing and washing the streets. The raindrops hit the lamps and made a rattling sound. The branches and leaves of the trees were heavy with the rain. People on the road hid in the nearby shops or hurriedly looked for shelter with umbrellas. Where this rain comes from.

At Mao Boss Restaurant, two streets away from Ikerita College, the wind chimes under the eaves were wet from the rain and swayed in the wind, making a low sound that was different from usual.

The door of the restaurant was pushed open and closed from time to time. Everything looked peaceful, with only a few guests sitting in the corner enjoying breakfast leisurely.

　　The clerk was wiping glassware in front of the counter, lowering his head and concentrating. The ancient chandelier emits a warm yellow light, adding a little warmth to this small space.

 “Why doesn't Boss Cat come back...”

 The clerk looked up at the clock in the store and murmured.

 Although their restaurant does not specialize in breakfast, there were a little more customers than usual due to the weather.

If Boss Cat doesn't come back later, she may be too busy taking care of ordering and delivering food by herself, and she will have to go upstairs to ask Miss Tata for help.

But Miss Tata seems to be sleeping in today. It's already ten o'clock and she hasn't come downstairs yet.

The clerk looked out the window and understood quickly.

The raindrops hit the eaves, tick-tick-tick, like a continuous rhythm of background music. The rainwater gathered from the roof to form a small waterfall, dripping along the eaves.

With this kind of weather, everyone just wants to stay at home and laze around all day.

If possible, the clerk didn't want to bother Tata. He just hoped that the cat, which was turned into black briquettes by the heavy rain, would come back quickly.

“It's ready on the 17th.”

The voice coming from the kitchen made the clerk quickly come to his senses and quickly walked towards the window of the kitchen.

She gently picked up a white porcelain plate, with an exquisite dish placed on it: golden fried chicken steak paired with a dollop of brightly colored fruit salad, garnished with a few drops of light yellow lemon juice, and served on a separate plate. Each of the included sauces can be chosen by the customer to give the dish a different flavor.

The clerk's steps appear light and capable.

She walked to a table on the side of the restaurant near the aisle. A young man was quietly sipping his coffee and admiring the scenery outside the window, as if waiting for something.

Although he looks handsome, his lackluster temperament makes him unattractive.

 When the clerk approached, the young man finally raised his head and showed an expectant smile.

 “Your chicken salad, sir.”

The clerk said gently and placed the plate gently on the table.

"Thanks."

 The young man nodded to the clerk to express his gratitude, and then turned his eyes to the exquisite food.

The clerk returned to the counter again. She could tell that this customer was not a regular customer of this restaurant, but his shoulders and clothes were still stained with rainwater. Like many customers in the store now, he was passing by temporarily because Temporary guests who choose to order food and rest here due to weather conditions.

 The restaurant became quiet again, with only the sound of rain outside the window and the gentle sound of music, the atmosphere was as peaceful as ever.

 The young man slowly opened the cloth cutlery bag on the dining table and took out a delicate silver fork and knife.

Even though he looked no different from the students from Iclita College who often came to the store, the way he enjoyed breakfast revealed an unusual level of care and taste, as if he was performing a surgical operation.

  He spread the napkin on his lap, then cut the chicken steak in front of him with a knife and fork, only taking out a small piece at a time. After putting it in his mouth, he would taste it carefully until it was chewed.

 Then he gently cut off a piece of fresh croissant with a knife, spread a layer of light yellow cream on it, and carefully put it into his mouth.

 The same goes for when he drinks coffee.

 He does not sip hastily, but tastes its aroma first and then drinks it in small sips.

 Every movement he made was calm and precise, and he was naturally completely immersed in the process, enjoying this meal that was both breakfast and lunch.

　About ten minutes have passed, and the meal in front of him has only been reduced by one-third, but it does not make anyone feel uncomfortable.

 He was indeed waiting for a young lady.

 It's just that that's the target he's going to kill.

He was quite sure that Princess Hyperion was upstairs in the shop.

  It seems that I gained a lot after the second time in Shadow World, and finally moved out from school.

This is normal. Some students of Icerita College do not live in the school dormitories most of the time. They live in their own residences most of the time.

Originally the only thing he wondered about was why the princess would choose this place.

However, when he personally tasted the food at this Cat Boss restaurant, he understood that there was indeed a reason why the princess would choose this place. “Guest, are you satisfied with our store?”

The clerk sent another meal to a customer, passed by the young man again, noticed the vague smile of satisfaction on his face, and asked.

 Because he is sitting close to the aisle, as long as you walk towards the door of the store - for example, towards the counter, you will pass by him.

 “Very satisfied, I will come again if I have a chance in the future.”

 The young man nodded warmly.

Even though he said so.

Unfortunately.

 I'm afraid I won't have this opportunity in the future.

 This store, today should be the last day of business.

His identity is Phoenix, a second-year student at Aloran Royal Academy, and he lives with his sister Phyllis.

 But he is actually an elite believer who lurks in the world, is loyal to the Destruction Bishop, and would never go out under normal circumstances.

 Normally, he would be in a deep self-hypnosis state and would not even remember that he was a Resurrectionist.

  He will awaken himself only when he receives an order or encounters an opportunity to execute an order.

If you want to kill Princess Hyperion, or even if you can't kill her, put her to death and disrupt the relationship between the two countries, he is the only person who is most suitable.

Hyperion was in the light, and he was in the dark. Phoenix was confident that at level five, he could play Hyperion's life-saving card with a sneak attack at close range.

But this time, he not only brought a barrier to block the terrain and equipment to see through invisibility, but he also had two spells to destroy the bishop's gift.

  【Grand Puppet Theater】

  【Category: Spell Card】

 【Grade: Pink Holy】

  【Class: 4】

[Effect: It can only be used on first-level and below targets. It can control the actions of all targets within 100 meters. The more targets you control, the longer the time, and the more complex the behavior, the greater the mental load and mana consumption on yourself, and the cooling time. 24 hours. 】

  【Note: A quiet death, without any dramatic tension. 】

 In the environment of a restaurant, using this spell, which was of little use in ordinary battles, allowed Hyperion to easily take the blame for massacring civilians.

Furthermore, it was impossible for Hyperion to kill civilians indiscriminately, but faced with the sudden and crazy sneak attacks and interference from civilians, her actions would become constrained.

This is a small game that Bishop of Destruction is usually passionate about. Every time Bishop of Destruction can obviously defeat his opponent, he just likes to bring the civilians to fight with the opponent, and then collapses when watching those noble righteous men accidentally kill one civilian after another. and a look of impotent rage.

 As for the second spell—

  【Destruction Spark】

  【Category: Spell Card】

 【Grade: Pink Holy】

  【Class: 5】

　　【Passive effect: When the bearer dies, it triggers an extremely violent and destructive fire attribute explosion. 】

 【Note: I will lead the killing spree. 】

 It will ensure that Hyperion can be killed without fail today.

 Similarly, it was also the death that was given to him by the destroying bishop.

Today, this restaurant and the innocent guests inside will all have to be buried with the princess.

　　Can't be considered innocent either.

Phoenix smiled, with a hint of sarcasm in his calm eyes.

Just like natural disasters don't have eyes, these civilians just happened to be chosen by the God of Death, that's all.

If I have to blame someone, I can only blame the princess for choosing this place.

 Because for Disaster, it is her fault that she is alive.

 If she had died earlier, she would not have killed these people who had nothing to do with her.

 (End of this chapter)

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