Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 598 - 563: Hyperion’s Wait

One week later.

In the midst of midsummer’s haze, as July draws to an end.

Within the vast expanse of the Demon World’s territories lies its capital, known as Demon King’s Castle Necaris.

This city is situated near an inland strait and is surrounded by meandering mountain ranges of rock, resembling a natural fortress.

The city’s central landmass, "Naka Island," stands tall with a huge palace made of obsidian and deep blue demon crystal rocks, its spires piercing the sky, close to the bay.

Opposite it is the outer "Lisi Island," which is also an exceptionally prosperous area.

The streets of the entire Necaris city are complex and labyrinthine, with narrow alleys and squares alternately appearing. On these streets, one can see various creatures of the Demon World, some tall and formidable, some cunning and slender, along with many non-human Demonic beings, engaged in trade, conversation, or killing, then captured by the enforcers of the Demon World.

At this moment, in the Demon World’s royal palace, the main hall on the first floor is a large circular Regency Hall. In the center is placed a majestic black throne, surrounded by a ring of flames dancing like fire.

The floors above, however, are exclusive to the royal family, including amenities such as a library, bedrooms, and meeting rooms.

Apart from Fallen Lord Calila and those she permits, other Demonic beings are not allowed to enter the higher floors of the royal palace.

In a spacious bedroom on the second floor, the purple-red sunset shines through the gauzy curtains onto the soft carpet.

"...Lisandra, you can get off work now."

Hyperion sits quietly on a cushion next to the large window, with the court garden and the distant barrier visible beyond.

Her gaze seems to penetrate the semi-transparent barrier, staring off into the inland bay of the Royal Capital.

"It’s not time yet, I can’t leave early. If I disturbed Your Highness, I could wait outside the door."

Near Hyperion, a Demonic Girl dressed in the courtly attire of the Demon World softly converses with her.

"No no, you might as well keep me company here."

Hyperion puts down the book and speaks to the Demonic Girl named Lisandra.

Hyperion looks at Lisandra, standing like an attendant, thinks for a moment, pats the large cushion space beside her, and gestures for her to sit next to her.

"Very well, Your Highness."

Lisandra nods and walks over obediently, sitting at a distance neither too close nor too far from Hyperion.

Her full name is Lisandra Pulik, from a once prestigious family of the Great Demon Clan, although her generation has seen their decline.

The Pulik family, in the Demon World, is considered an esteemed and noble lineage, being descendants of the ancient Great Demon Clan Duke Pukeli... although the first ancestor was actually her great-grandfather’s brother.

Fortunately, Lisandra managed to barely graduate from the harsh Demon World schools. Thanks to her ancestors’ slight acquaintance with the Fallen Queen, she was arranged to work in the Demon King’s Castle after graduation.

Perhaps the Fallen Queen feared the princess would grow despondent alone in the royal palace, so whenever the princess had any request that didn’t go against the Fallen Queen’s principles, she would try her best to fulfill it, leaving Lisandra to handle the specifics.

If the princess had been poisoned, she would have lost her head as well.

Hyperion received the black box absently, staring at the ice cream inside. She scooped a small piece into her mouth with a spoon and then paused for a long time without making another move.

"Don’t you like it?"

Lisandra asked.

"..."

Hyperion shook her head.

Seeing such a unique treat from the Demon World made her want to share it with Tata.

Eating alone, even the tastiest food didn’t taste as good as she had imagined.

"Did it remind you of someone?"

Lisandra thought she understood Hyperion’s expression; she could read such clear emotions.

"Someone who was both like a mother and a sister to me from the Demon Race."

Hyperion placed down the little black box and replied.

"Is she... not around anymore?"

Lisandra asked with some concern.

"She’s still here, she’s still here!"

Hyperion, snapping back to reality, clarified.

Although Tata had few scenes, Hyperion always felt her presence everywhere, especially in Lanci’s heart.

"Sorry, sorry!"

Lisandra quickly nodded and apologized.

There was a brief silence between the two Demonic Girls.

After some thought, Hyperion decided to continue savoring the sweet that Lisandra had brought specially for her.

"Lisandra, has there been any newcomer from the Great Demon Clan at the Demon King Castle Necaris recently? If so, don’t blink for two seconds."

Hyperion momentarily set aside her spoon, moved a bit closer to Lisandra and whispered.

"...Such matters, I can’t speak of them, Lord Calila has warned me."

Lisandra murmured, looking down.