Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 556 - 524 Hugh Lian Wants to Become a Duchess

Plants native to the Hutton Kingdom swayed with the summer breeze, their leaves and the grass covered in morning dew, reflecting a search for an everlasting gleam.

"Our school probably won’t become lively until the second half of the year,"

said Lanci, looking around the campus with a somewhat lonely expression, sighing to Hyperion.

"Indeed."

Hyperion agreed with Lanci.

Thinking to herself, what kind of school leader speaks like this.

"If... I mean, once everything has stabilized and you really could become the administrator of Ichrite Academy, would you take the position?"

Hyperion asked quietly.

She remembered Lanci’s goal to retire at twenty, but she didn’t know whether his ambition would compel him to accept re-employment after retirement.

"The premise is that Ichrite Academy urgently needs me. If without me, everyone can still live happily, then I would not appear again."

Lanci shook his head, quite indifferently,

"Being an ordinary lecturer at Ichrite Academy is doable, though—few teaching hours, and I’d be able to help the school out a bit."

Hyperion nodded silently at his words.

"But Lanci, it’s been over a year since my father disappeared. Even if he’s rescued eventually, the one likely to become the Duke might be me, not that omnipotent all-rounder Migaya. Are you sure you still want to cling to the Duke’s coattails?"

Hyperion reminded him.

If the disappearance lasts two years, it will be presumed as death, and the Duchy has already entered the succession process by Miss Duchess. Even if Duke Migaya returns, he would no longer hold the title.

She was worried that Lanci’s wishes would not come true and that he would end up with nothing.

"Wouldn’t that be even better? Just think about it, it’s so cool—Duchess Hyperion. I’ll be relying on her to provide for me in my old age at Ichrite. Of course, I have to cling to those coattails,"

Lanci praised with a laugh.

"...Well, alright then."

Hearing Lanci’s words, Hyperion subconsciously looked down at her own legs.

Even though they weren’t speaking literally, his mention still led her to think inappropriately.

Imagining a scenario where Lanci one day clung to her legs and cried, "Duchess, I’m hungry, I want to eat," Hyperion couldn’t help finding it very weird.

However, such a thing obviously would not happen unless Lanci drank fake alcohol.

"Since you’ve put it that way, I’ll have to do my very best too,"

Hyperion murmured softly to herself.

"I wonder if there will ever be an opportunity to visit the Northern Continent again. The Protoss Empire and Aestheland Kingdom are giants of the South Bank, and further north, there are the northern countries, Jiao Country, Land of Perpetual Night, and Calamity Servitude."

Lanci mused to himself.

Hyperion looked at Lanci, realizing he was also looking at her, his expectant eyes seeming to ask her if she still wanted to go to the Northern Continent, if she wanted to go together.

"..."

Hyperion worried that if Lanci went there again, he might become President Rocky McCarthy.

In the end, she nodded her head.

Supporting such a man was hard work because his ambition was even stronger than he imagined.

But she couldn’t dampen his spirit.

She just needed to remind him to be moderate at critical moments, otherwise, he might never be able to return to the peaceful life he truly wanted.

"However, the most important thing right now is to first tackle the Blood Moon Bad World Shadow World, and then go to the southernmost tip of the South Continent to the immense empire of South Crayney. To be honest, I have never been to the Cerryti Empire either, and I’m quite curious."

Lanci, as if he had clarified his holiday goals, clenched his fists, filled with motivation for the work at hand,

"The only pity is that this time, it seems it will only be the two of us heading to the Shadow World."

The first thing they did upon coming to the school was to look for Frey, but Frey had disappeared.

Even Vice President Asina, Senior Asina, didn’t know anything about Frey’s disappearance, and the president had asked her to remind them both not to inquire too much into Frey’s matters from the school authorities recently, because they were close to Frey and might be subject to an investigation by the Kingdom Joint Council in the coming period.

"Frey..."

Without this powerful ally, Hyperion felt the challenges ahead would be much harder, but she shook her head, believing that Frey would return.

"Anyway, the Cerryti Empire is much larger than the Protoss Empire, so this time you must restrain yourself. We’ll act low-profile, and please don’t bring the experiences from the Protoss Empire to the Cerryti Empire, okay?"

Every time Hyperion reminisced about the night Herram saw Lanci on the talk show, her head hurt.

Unlike the constitutional monarchy of the Protoss Empire, the Cerryti Empire was an absolute monarchy.

The tactics Lanci used in the Protoss Empire’s House of Commons wouldn’t work there.

"Don’t worry, I’m good at thinking on my feet, when in Rome."

Lanci nodded confidently.

"...You better mean that literally."

Hyperion’s voice sounded faint.

But looking on the bright side.

It was in the Northern Continent that Lanci had transformed into a dragon in the face of opportunity; since Cerryti was technically part of the South Continent territory, the chances of Lanci undergoing a second transformation in the Cerryti Empire were slim.