Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 48 - 39 Lanci’s First Lesson of the School Year_2

This gave rise to a feeling that Hyperion was being isolated.

Lanci didn’t think this was a good situation.

So he walked up the steps to the back of the classroom, where Hyperion was, and sat near her.

"Good morning, Hyperion."

Lanci greeted her with a smile.

"Mm."

Hyperion glanced at him in surprise before turning her head away, not bothering to continue the conversation.

Her troubled look was not a deliberate attempt to snub Lanci, but rather an effort to maintain a certain distance from him—for his own good.

Seeing this, Lanci didn’t chat much with Hyperion.

Where he sat in class didn’t really matter to him, and he only knew Hyperion.

So he opened the "Hutton Kingdom Judicial Exam—Real Case Collection" in his hands and began to study earnestly.

Having this book as morning reading while waiting for class to start was absolutely perfect.

...

As expected, the tedious compulsory classes ended after the third period.

Four in the afternoon.

The sky had turned orange-red. The sun would soon begin to slowly set. Long shadows of the trees outside the classroom windows were cast on the grass, and the wind rustled the leaves.

Hyperion was still sitting at the back, and Lanci still sat near her.

However, their conditions were completely different from the morning.

Hyperion found the courses very easy, even effortless.

As for Lanci.

He was now slumped on the table, asleep.

It was as if the first three periods had put him under too much pressure, and the half an hour before the start of the last class was his precious time for a breather.

The classroom was in the renovated building of Sage Academy, with an enduring historical charm. The wooden frames of the classroom doors and windows stood out against the exterior red brick walls.

Before she knew it, her thoughts were also fully immersed in her book.

...

Time slowly ticked away, causing subtle changes in the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window. A thick cloud casually drifted across, briefly covering the brilliant afternoon sun. The natural light in the classroom consequently dimmed, making the shadows on the floor appear as if they were blanketed by a gauzy veil.

However, this didn’t bother Hyperion as she continued to read her book, feeling an inexplicable sense of peace that she hadn’t felt in a long time.

"Hyperion, I didn’t expect you to successfully enroll."

The soft, sudden voice sent a cold shiver down Hyperion’s spine and she hurriedly turned her head.

Standing there on the aisle next to her seat was a pale-faced youth with hands clasped behind his back. His demeanor was calm and proud.

"..."

While Hyperion’s expression remained unchanged, her aura noticeably deteriorated.

"Modan... why are you here?"

Obviously, this was a person she was extremely displeased to see.

Modan Gasigus, the second son of Marquis Gasigus’ family, was a third-year student at the Sage Academy, possessing exceptional talent and power as a Shadow World Challenger.

Compared to her father Duke Alansar’s adversaries from the nobility, Modan, a close ally of the duke’s, was more detestable to her.

Ever since Duke Alansar disappeared, Marquis Gasigus hasn’t been of any help to her. On the contrary, he eyed her as prey, trying to coerce her into marrying into his family in order to control her.

"Hyperion, if you are planning to challenge the Shadow World in your first year, you might want to consider joining my team. In fact, you don’t have any other choice because I am the only one who’s willing to guide you through the Shadow World."

Modan’s words seemed polite, much like an older brother talking to his younger sister, but his eyes revealed an unabashed desire to dominate and possess Hyperion.

"No need."

Hyperion replied frigidly.

She knew that, much like Lanci, her high scores in the entrance exam had earned her the title of Iron-level Adventurer, exempting her from certain exams.

However, due to the regulation forbidding first-year students from entering the Shadow World alone, she was destined to miss out on many opportunities to become stronger during her first year.

Because.

As Modan had said,

There wasn’t a single team or its members in this academy willing to accept a member of the Demon Race like her.