Chapter 403 Hyperion's Unrealizable Dream
Hyperion looked at the familiar royal capital of Icerita and recalled why she was here.
It turned out that after school, Vivian wanted to go back to the palace to change into casual clothes and then go shopping with her.
Sitting on the bench and waiting for a while, I accidentally fell asleep.
While she was thinking, she looked up and saw a figure walking quickly from the palace. It was her best friend and the princess of the Hutton Kingdom, Vivian.
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
Vivian rushed to Hyperion with a small gift box in her hand and said to her.
“It's okay, I just took a nap and didn't feel the passage of time at all.”
Hyperion shook her head and responded with a smile.
The two of them were walking on the newly renovated road beside the canal, talking and laughing.
“Hey, I can't stand my brother anymore, you know? Today Sophia asked him if he wanted to go to the Jela Craftsman's painting exhibition. What do you think he answered?”
Vivian kept sighing, not caring about the dignity that a princess of the Hutton Kingdom should have. It seemed that she heard something that made her speechless just after returning to the palace, and she couldn't help but complain to Hyperion immediately.
“How did you answer?”
Hyperion tilted her head curiously.
"He actually said, 'Ah, this reminds me, I have to go and ask if Milaya is free. I have wanted to go with him for a long time.' Then he thanked Sophia and went to find Duke Milaya excitedly. . Sophia's face was almost green at the time.”
“Although I shouldn't laugh, but...”
Hyperion listened to Vivian's story and covered her mouth, holding back her laughter with a sense of guilt.
With these friends who grew up together in the royal capital, she never felt lonely.
But for some reason, she always felt as if these things had happened before, and she was just experiencing them again at the moment, with a... strong sense of déjà vu.
But even so, Hyperion felt in a very good mood.
The afternoon sky was filled with sparse clouds, and birds were passing by in the distance.
The breeze blew from the river and caressed their cheeks.
Suddenly, Hyperion caught a glimpse of the reflection on the river, her pupils suddenly shrank, and she covered the horns on her head in panic.
How could she make such a stupid mistake!
When I went out, I forgot to use disguise magic to look like a human!
However.
Hyperion only saw Vivian looking at her in confusion.
“Huberlian, what's wrong with you?”
Vivian came closer and asked.
“You...didn't you notice that I look like a half-demon now?”
Hyperion also took a step back and leaned against the stone guardrail beside the moat.
“I found it, what's wrong?”
Vivian was even more confused.
Hyperion looked at the river blankly and thought for a while.
In this Kingdom of Hutton, people are not hostile to demons. Even if she uses her original appearance, others will not find it strange at all when they see the horns on her head.
What are you afraid of?
“I was just thinking that maybe everyone would never mind my half-demon status for the sake of my father, Duke Milaya, but...”
Hyperion seemed to have been worried about this problem for a long time, and muttered.
Vivian laughed out loud when she heard this.
"It doesn't matter. Having characteristics that are different from ordinary people is nothing new in Ikerita. Don't worry about the mere demonic characteristics. There are all kinds of people in this world. Everyone has different ideas, but everyone can still live in harmony. Get along, right?”
Accompanying her words, the noises, laughter, and the sound of musicians playing the piano that came from far away from time to time all seemed particularly peaceful.
Hyperion looked at Vivian blankly for a while. After a while, she lowered her head and smiled slightly. This answer made her particularly happy, but she didn't want others to see her expression that might be giggling at the moment.
The two of them walked along like this. In addition to the majestic buildings, Ikerita also had a large area of wonderful natural scenery, which was perfectly integrated.
Until they reached the bridge, Vivian stopped and handed the gift box in her hand to Hyperion. She looked at Hyperion with a smile.
“Happy birthday, Hyperion.”
At the actual moment.
Helrom Prison is on the fourth floor below.
The newly arrived figures stood still in place like stone sculptures.
Another one fell to the ground.
It didn't take long.
From a distance, the sound of high heels on the floor tiles gradually approached. She seemed to be walking slowly and calmly.
In the entrance hall, a female figure wearing a warden's uniform finally greeted her. The nameplate on her chest had the words "Selena" engraved on it.
She was not affected by this barrier and was able to stay awake.
But as she approached, she didn't seem to intend to help these five people. There was a slight mocking smile on her lips, as if she had discovered a few novel little mice.
She stood in front of the motionless Hyperion, observing Hyperion's expression and the fluctuations in the negative fourth-layer enchantment magic she caused.
Seeing Hyperion so intoxicated in this dream, Warden Selena shook her head and smiled.
“She seems to be a nice little cutie...if her scars are uncovered, she will bleed a lot, right?”
Hyperion walked slowly on the stone-paved riverside path. The ancient buildings and bluestone walls beside the road reflected deep silver and black dim shadows.
After saying goodbye to Princess Vivian, she embarked on her way home alone.
On the road from the Royal Palace of Icerite to the Duke of Alansal's Palace, we happened to pass by the College of Icerite.
Even with such a leisurely walk, when you see the college, you know that your home is not far away.
While walking, a little sweet aroma of fruits and pastries wafted over.
“Here are the desserts that will make your cheeks melt with happiness! Meow meow!”
The repeated announcements of the magic device passed through the street, and the wind chimes hanging on the eaves of a store on the street kept ringing.
Hyperion looked over there, and a quaint wooden house came into view.
She paused, wondering whether to buy one.
"Eh."
Hyperion touched her belly and felt that she didn't really want dessert.
Neither she nor her father likes sweets too much.
Thinking about this, Hyperion thought it might be because of the dream she just had, that she didn't have dessert in the dream, so she subconsciously wanted to buy one.
Shaking his head, Hyperion ignored the shop and continued moving forward firmly.
Just a few steps past the store, a voice from behind suddenly stopped her.
“Huberlian.”
This is a female voice that she seems to have never heard before.
Maybe it's because Hyperion's silver-haired figure tied with a red ribbon is very recognizable, or maybe the other party is too familiar with her and recognizes her at a glance.
Hyperion turned her head and found two figures standing in front of the wooden house shop.
A silver-haired woman looked exactly like the portrait of her mother in the frame on Hyperion's bedside table.
Beside her, there is a gentle man with eyes that make people feel no sense of distance, and he is incredibly handsome.
This moment feels like forever.
Hyperion's eyes were sore, and she didn't know why she wanted to cry.
(End of this chapter)
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