Don't confiscate my citizenship

Hyperion looked at the familiar capital of Icerita and recalled why she was here.

It turned out that it was after school, and Vivian wanted to go back to the palace to change into casual clothes and then go shopping with her.

After 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 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 smiled in response.

The two walked 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 art exhibition of Jela Artisan. 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 that?"

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..."

While listening to Vivian's story, Hyperion covered her mouth and held back her laughter with guilt in her heart.

With these friends who grew up together in the 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 all over again at the moment, with a... strong sense of déjà vu.

But even so, Hyperion felt very good.

There were sparse clouds in the afternoon sky, 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 asked as she moved closer.

"You...didn't you realize that I am 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 from time to time in the distance all seemed particularly peaceful.

Hyperion looked at Vivian in confusion. 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 together like this. In addition to the majestic buildings, Ikerita also had a large area of ​​wonderful natural scenery, which was perfectly integrated.

When 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."

…

And the actual moment.

The fourth floor of Hellrom Prison.

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, with the words "Selena" engraved on her chest.

She was not affected by this layer of enchantment and was able to stay awake.

But as she approached, she didn't seem to be intending 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.

Along the road from the Palace of Icerite to the Duke of Alansal's Palace, we happened to pass by the College of Icerite.

Even if it is such a leisurely walk, when you see the college, you know that your home is not far away.

As I walked, a little sweet aroma of fruits and pastries wafted over.

"Here are the desserts that 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 much.

Thinking about this, Hyperion thought that it might be because of the dream she had just now, in which she didn't eat dessert, so she subconsciously wanted to buy one.

Shaking her head, Hyperion ignored the shop and continued moving forward firmly.

She had just walked a few steps past the store when a voice from behind suddenly stopped her.

"Huberlian."

This was a female voice that she seemed 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.

Next to her is a gentle man with incredible handsomeness whose eyes make people feel no sense of distance.

This moment feels like forever.

Hyperion's eyes were sore, and she didn't know why she wanted to cry.