Don't Confiscate My Citizenship Chapter 577

Chapter 577 Hyperion is ready to promise him

In the Demon Realm King's City, Naika Island, two hours have passed since dawn, and the sky is still the deep purple color of a solar eclipse.

The sky above the island is filled with clouds and mist, while the ground is filled with dusk. This ancient demon city-state seems to be sleeping on the edge of time, waiting for the arrival of a new day but always at the last second of the night.

The royal palace stands majestically in the center of Naikalis, near the coast of Naika Island.

The base level of the front square serves as a reception and security check area connected to the Coast Avenue. It is open to the public most of the time, allowing demons to visit and learn about the history of the demon world.

In the past, order here was strict, but this morning it was bustling with people. Demonic military guards and media reporters crowded the platform outside the front square passage. Although Nekalis's escorts set up protective barriers outside the palace to ensure order and safety, This did not reduce the expectations of the demons.

 As long as there is a magic screen in Nekalis, demons begin to gather.

 They waited with bated breath, waiting for the major events that happened in the palace to be conveyed to them through the projection of the specially invited demons.

The demon dignitaries will enter the Demon King's Palace one by one as they step up the long steps in the square in front of the palace. After passing through the long corridor of the palace, the view suddenly becomes clear.

 The first floor contains the regent's hall, offices and rest areas for the nobles. It is also the core area for internal work and meeting activities in the palace.

 As for the second floor and above where traffic is prohibited.

 Only members of the royal family, summoned persons and ministers with the rank of fallen ministers can enter.

 The second floor at this time.

“Your Highness, take a deep breath, you look too nervous.”

 “I'm not nervous at all.”

Her Royal Highness Princess Hyperion and her palace attendant Lysandra were walking together in the corridor on the second floor, and there were slight conversations from time to time.

At this time, there was no Mr. Falling staring at them, but they all knew that Mr. Falling was waiting in the Regency Hall downstairs at the moment. The first floor was filled with demons, and it was impossible to escape.

The corridor is spacious and bright, with ancient oil paintings from the Demon Realm hanging on the walls, and sculptures and antiques placed on both sides, each of which is a masterpiece from the Demon Realm.

The lights adorned the corridor carpet. Hyperion was wearing an ice-crystal light blue dress. Her hands were covered with white silk gloves. Her long silver hair was elegantly coiled into a bun on the back of her head. Each strand of hair was Carefully braided, she looked dignified and noble, with some loose strands of hair hanging gently on the side of her cheeks.

Lissandra knew why the princess next to her was nervous.

As a demon who has seen big events, the princess has a more stable mentality than most demons. Even if there is a big event about her today, she will not be at a loss.

However, the princess will see McCarthy today.

 The two of them haven't seen each other for a long time.

Whenever the princess hears McCarthy's name, she will always show a sincerely happy expression, caring and curious about him. The originally calm princess will easily have mood swings because of him, and every day she is separated from him feels like a special one. Long.

 Obviously, McCarthy is the real cause of the princess's nervousness.

 “Does Your Highness think Mr. McCarthy will win?”

Lissandra asked tentatively.

Although Lissandra didn't know why the princess was so sure that McCarthy would be able to take her away today, even if McCarthy could convince Fallen Lord Caliera, McCarthy's opponents today would not only be those big demons, but also Ulises, the tenth ancestor of the vampire family.

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Hyperion nodded confidently.

“Is he more powerful than the tenth ancestor Ulises?”

These days, Lisandra has a lot of interactions with McCarthy.

 But the more she felt that she understood McCarthy, the more she found that she couldn't understand him, and she even began to wonder whether McCarthy was actually a great demon who was hiding his strength.

After all, when she can clearly feel that the other party's magic power is weak and stable, there are only two possibilities, either the other party is really weak, or it is actually so strong that it is difficult for ordinary creatures to understand.

Putting aside this unilateral and unfounded fantasy of Lysandra, Lysandra is convinced that Ulises, the tenth ancestor, is an opponent that few creatures in the world today are likely to defeat artistically.

 Even the oldest master craftsman in the demon world can hardly be said to be able to defeat the vampire Ulises. Ulises, who has a unique artistic talent, has endless years to study.

 He has not picked up a painting for many years, maybe because he is immersed in it, maybe because he has already reached the peak and is tired of painting.

No one knows what state he has reached now.

"I have no idea."

Hyperion answered truthfully. After all, she had never seen Lan Qi painting.

 “But he's better than the best painter I've ever seen.”

 She said with conviction.

Maybe Lanci cannot surpass Duke Milaya, who is known as an all-rounder, in various skills, but when it comes to painting, Hyperion believes that Lanci far surpasses her father, Duke Milaya.

  She trusts her father, so she trusts Lan Qi even more.

“Can I understand that just because you believe he can win, it means you are ready to marry him today?”

Lissandra asked softly.

Huberian's steps suddenly stiffened for half a minute.

Lissandra stared at Hyperion's fair to red skin, convinced that it was not makeup.

It seems that it is better not to mention it. When it comes to mentioning it, the princess really can't take it easy.

"No, it's just getting married. What a big deal. If he dares to propose, I will agree!"

Hyperion quickened her pace and walked towards the stairs.

　　　"You see who is shy when you see it."

Lissandra smiled helplessly, followed the princess to the stairs, and walked down the stairs.

 Due to official duties today, Lisandra left the house very early.

 She saw that the lights in McCarthy's house were already on at four or five o'clock.

McCarthy has obviously thought it through.

Through the long staircase, they arrived at the cloister connecting the Regency Hall.

 Every few steps, you can feel the invisible barrier laid out by Mr. Luo, until you reach the Regent Hall.

The Regency Hall of the Royal Palace, which covers the largest area, has a door several meters high open.

 The seats arranged in a fan-shaped circle are spread out from low to high, forming a spacious semi-circular seat.

Here, nobles and ministers from the demon world shuttled between them, and most of the witnesses had already taken their seats, exchanging opinions in low voices.

Hyperion looked around and her eyes fell on the fallen Lord Kaliela next to her throne in the center of the hall.

 Chuan Qing also glanced at her, and soon stopped paying attention to her, the princess who was the protagonist.

 Calliera just looked at a male figure sitting in the distance in confusion.

Nowadays, there is a demon named McCarthy who wears uniforms and leather shoes and is highly respected by the upper class nobles in the demon world.

 He was chatting and laughing with many powerful people in the demon world and politics.

 “It's the second time, why doesn't this guy look at me?”

 Carliera said depressedly in an unintelligible voice.

 (End of this chapter)

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