Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 357 - 339 Hyperion Peaceful Years_2

It is said that in the Protoss Empire, there are not a few people who possess a trace of Demon Race bloodlines.

Indeed, the bloodline of the Demon Race easily bestows stronger magic talents than ordinary humans, but it may also cause extreme personality changes due to the Demon Race’s character.

In the Protoss Empire, an environment where the Demon Race is inherently shunned, it is even easier for people to become gradually difficult to get along with.

The young girl quietly waited until Hyperion approached without uttering a word.

"Miss Michela, I’m Milian, and starting from today, I will be living here."

Hyperion introduced herself in a friendly manner.

Michela looked Hyperion up and down with her eyes.

"Are you my older sister?"

Michela looked somewhat disappointed, moving away her slightly indifferent gaze.

"!"

Hyperion was taken aback.

This familiar feeling reminded her of Ichrite, her hometown.

Ever since her father disappeared, the people who used to look down on her, yet dared not express it openly, suddenly became more disrespectful, expressing their malice towards her unabashedly. This made her realize the fickleness of human nature.

After arriving in the Northern Continent, she had finally met someone not so friendly towards her.

"Come with me."

Michela coldly dropped this remark and went into Hyperion’s room by herself. She seemed to have already ventured into the guest room where Hyperion was going to stay.

"..."

Hyperion didn’t utter a word and followed Michela with a stiff upper lip.

She had promised Count Milford to take care of Michela.

Even if Michela was stubborn, she would still be accommodating towards her.

She had long been accustomed to forbearance in her meaningful days in Ichrite.

"Understood."

Hyperion nodded.

She had no reason to discriminate against the Demon Race, and surprisingly, there were fewer rules in the Milford family than she had expected.

Now, she used the ancient Demon Realm technique [Transformation: Human] that she and Lanci obtained at the Purgatory Corridor Academy. Even the empire cannot detect that she is a Half-Demon. But in the Protoss Empire, disguising one’s race was a capital crime.

Hyperion couldn’t tell Michela that she was actually a Half-Demon, and in Michela’s eyes, Hyperion was just a pure human.

Seeing Hyperion readily agreeing, Michela shift her gaze away again.

"It’s a good thing you’re only staying in this house for a week."

She mumbled to herself, her brows furrowing slightly.

"..."

Hyperion’s heart cooled down by half.

As expected, being a sudden guest at Michela’s home, she was prone to being disdained and rejected.

However, Michela scanned Hyperion’s room.

"This room is too small, what on earth was father thinking... giving you a guest room... But we’re leaving for Herram in a week, you’ll have to bear with it for now."

Michela complained with a frown, clearly dissatisfied with her father’s arrangement.

"..."

A slight sourness welled up in Hyperion’s eyes. During her time in Ichrite as Miss Duchess, she never had such a nice sister.

Contrary to that, after arriving in the Northern Continent, becoming a priestess without any noble status, she always felt warmth.

Michela was a good child. It might be because of her father’s stoic demeanor that her own expressiveness was a bit off.

In any case, the Milford family were all good people.

"Don’t embarrass me when we get to the imperial capital."

Michela looked at Hyperion’s slightly fragile appearance as she spoke.