Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 614 - 577: Lanci is More Like a Princess Than Hyperion

Within the Regency Hall of the royal palace, crisscrossing columns of light poured down from the wall lamps, illuminating this ancient Demon World palace.

On the elevated platform opposite the seats of the nobles and civil officials quietly rested the princess’s throne, and not far from the throne stood Fallen Lord Calila.

Princess Hyperion sat quietly next to Calila, then remained silent.

It was quite apparent that today, the Fallen Lord was the true speaker.

The other members of the Demon Race in the seats, revering the Fallen Lord, now showed respect to Hyperion as well.

Her performance a week before had indeed left the Demon Race unable to see through her.

All members of the Demon Race were careful to avoid provoking her displeasure.

As the current ruler of the Demon World, and also the only Ninth-order civil official apart from the generals of the first and second Army Groups, Calila’s mere presence emitted an aura that made the other Demon Race members feel fear.

A faint smile appeared on her face, yet there was not much interest in her eyes.

Today she was simply responsible for ensuring that the ceremony proceeded smoothly according to the rules. If everything went well, she wouldn’t take any action, but if anyone dared to violate the rules of the Demon World, she would assuredly obliterate them.

Hyperion looked to the other side of the council hall where, on the fan-shaped seats, the elites of the Demon World continuously made their entrance.

In the far-right direction swept by her gaze, Lanci, like the star at the center of a constellation, conversed with the Demon Race members who knew him.

Hyperion did not understand.

How did this guy manage, every time he arrived in a new environment, to become the core character in just a few short days, perfectly integrating himself?

Initially, Lord Raeming had braced himself to meet with the merchant McCarthy, seeking to secure future support for their Nokta Family and the Sixth Army Group.

He did not expect to meet a member of the Demon Race like McCarthy, who held a high position yet still maintained his true heart, not swallowed by desire.

The other seemingly also was a Demon Race member who had survived the wars. They talked about the Blood Clan’s conspiracies many years ago, about the battlefield’s smoke and unresolved anger, about the current situation on the northern continent.

Lord Raeming felt as if he had found a kindred spirit.

As the general of the Demon World’s Sixth Army Group, he seldom met an aggressive Demon Race tycoon like McCarthy.

They shared a common dream of the Demon World and an unshakable enemy.

Lord Raeming Gareth thought to himself, gradually looking toward the grand hall’s farthest end from the throne, the section facing the throne occupied by the Blood Clan delegation.

Apart from a few Blood Clan Barons and Viscounts who followed, the one leading was the Ancestor of the Blood Clan.

Sitting at the forefront, the Blood Clan member had white long hair and eyes like rubies, bright and restrained, seemingly desiring nothing.

Unlike other Blood Clan members, he did not seem dangerous at all; his very existence was like a naturally formed piece of art.

At this moment, the Ancestor of the Blood Clan, who had also noticed Lord Raeming’s gaze, returned a warm and courteous smile.

"Ancestor Ulysses’s power, ’Blood Creation,’ allows the creations from his quill to take form for a short time, enabling him to quickly produce a large number of Summons depending on the situation, not easy to deal with," Lord Raeming said, with a hint of antagonism in his gaze as he watched the Ancestor, before swiftly looking away. Turning to Lanci by his side, he added,

"What’s more critical, that look in his eyes is very special; being enemies with him would perhaps be very troublesome."

With a slight frown, Lord Raeming evaluated the Tenth Ancestor, destined to become an enemy of their Demon Race.