Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 634 - 590: Lanci and Hyperion’s Candlelight Dinner

The air in the terrace garden had become very quiet.

Both of them wore expressions of awkwardness.

Only the gentle harp music, which seemed to come from nowhere, remained, as if it could let the summer breeze flow under the night sky.

Hyperion tried to feign composure, but her pursed lips trembled slightly, and thinking back to what had just happened, she felt like tears were about to fall from her eyes.

In front of Ichrite Academy... no, it would probably spread throughout the entire Hutton Kingdom.

Now, Hyperion dared not think about the reaction within Ichrite Academy.

But she was sure that the incident with Lanci would be wildly and widely gossiped about in school, after all, the rumors about Dean Loren were a case in point.

It was always like this with her and Lanci.

Most of the time, they got along quite well.

But occasionally, when something abrupt happened and they realized "their relationship wasn’t like that," "perhaps they had crossed a line or, in fact, hadn’t," it became like switching to manual breathing or blinking, and they couldn’t even manage the most basic tasks.

Normally, they could talk about anything without thinking, without minding that the other was of the opposite sex; in short, they had a very good relationship.

Luckily, on the summer terrace, with its vast night view, there were many things to distract oneself with apart from the other person.

Finally.

"Lanci."

Hyperion spoke up.

Her eyes were cast downward.

"Hmm?"

Lanci looked at Hyperion beside him.

Usually at times like this, he would wait for Hyperion to calm down a bit before he would speak up to comfort her. This time, Hyperion had taken the initiative to speak first.

"Actually, I don’t blush easily because I’ve been used to receiving other people’s attention since I was young. Maybe it’s because I have Half-Demon blood, I can always remain calm and cold. Even when I try to seem like a more sentimental human girl, part of it is probably acting," she said.

Gradually, she raised her head to look at him.

The words that followed were no longer needed.

Because her flushed cheeks had already told it all—

Hyperion’s face still bore a faint blush, like makeup that made her all the more beautiful.

Lanci, at this moment, no longer appeared so proper. He would laugh genuinely from time to time, like a spirited young man who had discovered a treasure.

Cat Boss turned its head and sighed.

It went back, deciding not to disturb the two anymore.

There were tables and chairs on the terrace garden as well, so it decided to play the role of a waiter once again, and it would bring them their meals.

Before long, along with Little Black Coal’s busy silhouette under the night sky, the pure black textured table in the courtyard garden was seen set up with candlesticks and dinner.

The lights jumped in the corner of the terrace, the crystal clearness of the handmade ice, the sheen of the wine bottles, and the mist from the newly served dishes, everything reflected the light and became even more dazzling.

Cat Boss ran to their feet.

"You can have dinner now, meow!"

Little Black Cat looked up, its youthful voice addressing the two.

Lanci and Hyperion, at the same time, looked down as if waking from a dream, noticing Cat Boss’s pitch-black silhouette and its singularly bright eyes under the night.

Turning around, they finally realized that the table on the courtyard terrace had been transformed.

The open-air view became the backdrop next to the dining table, and only there did they become more intensely aware that they were dining at a palace restaurant by the brilliantly lit bay.

"Thank you, Cat Boss."

Lanci and Hyperion said cheerily to Cat Boss as they walked towards the dining table and took their seats on opposite sides of the square table.

As night fell, specks of starlight seemed to be reflected on the dining table, lending them a surreal yet dreamlike tint.

"Please have a look at this, meow."

Cat Boss used telekinesis magic to float a black leather guide with diamond patterns to the table, handing them the preview of the dinner menu with a sense of professionalism and ceremony.

Lanci opened the menu and placed it in front of Hyperion, allowing her to see.

On the table was an appetizer made of freshly chargrilled beef cut into small pieces, sprinkled with herbs, fried saltgrass leaves, and clear pear slices, then laid on thin black bread.

There was also the thickly sliced venison, marinated with salt and black pepper, seared until its skin was crispy and the inside tender, served with thin slices of black truffle placed between the meat slices of the pan-seared venison.

"Isn’t this the dinner we had at the Demon King’s Restaurant? Cat Boss when did you learn to make Demon World cuisine?"

Hyperion, looking halfway through the menu, had already realized what Lanci had instructed Cat Boss to prepare for their dinner.