Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 422 - 402: The Dream Hyperion Could Not Realize_1

Hyperion looked at the familiar Capital City Ekrite, where she remembered why she was there.

It turns out that after school, Vivian wanted to go back to the palace and change into casual clothes first before going for a stroll with her.

She sat on the bench and waited for a moment, unintentionally falling asleep.

While she was thinking, she raised her head and saw a figure quickly approaching from the palace, it was her best friend, Princess Vivian of the Hutton Kingdom.

"Sorry for making you wait."

Vivian arrived carrying a small gift box, apologizing to Hyperion.

"It’s ok, I had just taken a little nap, I didn’t notice the time passing."

Hyperion shook her head and responded with a smile.

The two walked along the newly renovated path by the canal, chatting and laughing.

"Oh, I can’t stand my brother anymore, you know? Today, Sofia asked him if he wanted to go see Craftsman Jera’s art exhibition, guess what his response was?"

Vivian kept sighing, paying no mind to the dignity a princess of Hutton Kingdom should have, seemingly having heard something absurd right after she returned to the palace and couldn’t help complaining to Hyperion immediately.

"What did he say?"

Hyperion tilted her head curiously.

"He actually said ’Ah, that reminds me, I need to hurry and ask if Duke Migaya is free, I’ve long wanted to go with him.’ Then he thanked Sofia and cheerfully went to find Duke Migaya. Sofia was almost green with jealousy."

"Although I shouldn’t laugh, but..."

Hyperion covered her mouth while listening to Vivian’s story, holding back her laughter with a sense of guilt.

Having these friends who grew up together in the capital by her side, she never felt alone.

However, for some reason, she felt that all these things seemed to have happened before, as if she was just reliving it again, a strong... sense of déjà vu.

Even so, Hyperion felt very happy.

Scattered clouds floated in the afternoon sky, and a flock of birds flew by in the distance.

The breeze blew over from the river, gently caressing the two of them.

Suddenly, Hyperion saw her reflection in the river. Her pupils contracted sharply, and she covered the horns on her head in panic.

How could she make such a basic mistake!

She forgot to use disguise magic to appear human-like when going out!

However.

All Hyperion saw was Vivian looking at her in confusion.

"Hyperion, what’s wrong with you?"

She stood in front of the unmoving Hyperion at the front, observing Hyperion’s expression and the magic fluctuation caused by the boundary of the fourth level.

Upon seeing Hyperion so engrossed in the dream, the jailor Selena chuckled and shook her head.

"Seems like a sweet little darling... Wouldn’t there be a lot of blood if her scars were exposed?"

...

Hyperion was taking a leisurely stroll on a path along the riverbed paved with stone slabs. The ancient buildings and bluestone walls along the path projected a deep, silvery color and faint shadowy black hues.

After parting ways with Princess Vivian, she started her solitary journey home.

Her route home from the Palace of Ichrite to Duke Alansar’s Mansion conveniently passed by Ichrite Academy.

Even a leisurely walk like this, spotting the academy meant her home was not far off.

As she walked, a faint scent of sweet fruit and pastries wafted through the air.

"Delicious desserts that would melt your face in pleasure! Meow meow!"

The repeated announcements from a magic device echoed through the street, while a wind chime hanging at the eaves of a shop by the roadside rang non-stop.

Hyperion looked over and saw an old-fashioned wooden house.

She paused, debating whether to buy something.

"Eh."

Hyperion touched her stomach, realizing she didn’t really crave desserts.

Neither she nor her father were particularly fond of sweet treats.

Considering this, Hyperion thought the desire might have stemmed from the dream she just had, where she didn’t get to eat any desserts. This might have unconsciously triggered her to want to buy some now.

Shaking her head, Hyperion ignored the shop and continued her determined stride.

She had only just passed the shop before a voice behind her stopped her in her tracks.

"Hyperion."

It was a female voice she didn’t recognize.

Maybe it was her distinguishable silver hair tied with a red ribbon, or maybe the person was very familiar with her and recognized her at a glance.

Hyperion turned around to see two figures standing in front of the wooden shop.

One was a silver-haired woman who looked exactly like the portrait of her mother on her bedside table.

Beside the woman stood a mild-mannered man whose gaze seemed to inadvertently dissolve all distances - an unbelievably handsome man.

In that instant, it felt like forever.

Hyperion’s eyes began to sting as an inexplicable urge to weep consumed her.