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Chapter 86 - 77 The Happy Moments of the Great Love Poet_1

The ancient corridor was dimly lit, as if time had come to a standstill.

The demons of the legion were initially looking around in confusion, but in an instant, they seemed panicked.

Voices of chaotic debate were incessantly arising among the ranks of the Demon Legion.

In the end, all eyes converged on the Great Love Poet.

As if hit by a spotlight, she became the sole protagonist.

"You dared to conspire against our superior officer and the Blood Clan Messenger!"

The demons guarding the Demon World Supervision Hall were finally convinced of the real situation, and yelled incredulously at the Great Love Poet and the vice principal.

However.

The Great Love Poet only calmly stood up from the ground, restoring her previously elegant demeanor.

"You all saw it earlier, didn’t you? I persuaded the Blood Clan Messenger, and I stopped him."

"Everything I said was true, but he didn’t believe me, right?"

"What, are you unreasonable, planning to bully me, a delicate woman?"

She slightly lifted her chin, using her provocatively sweet voice to question all the demons of the Guard Squad.

"...!!"

The demon leading the Guard Squad gritted his teeth, reeling in confusion, unable to respond to her words.

Indeed, they had previously heard this principal persuading the Blood Clan Messenger several times on the corridor leading to the second floor!

"You dared to set a trap inside the academy, do you know what the consequences are?"

The deputy officer stared sternly at the Great Love Poet, as if he had found a reason and seemed to be considering arresting the principal with force.

"A trap? What are you talking about? I don’t understand."

The Great Love Poet squinted her left eye and shook her head with a smirk.

Before she could explain anything further, the vice principal behind her stepped forward, exuding terrifying magic fluctuations, forcing the presumptuous Supervision Hall troops to retreat:

"The show in the Devil’s Royal Grant Theater was broadcasted to the significant nobility through the Magic Eye! They can testify that this was a perfectly normal performance, not a trap staged by us! It was only the Blood Clan Messenger who insisted on storming in!"

The vice principal’s voice echoed like a muffled thunderbolt in the dim corridor.

"!!"

The previously prepared and standoffish Guard Squad gradually stepped back by a few paces.

The explanation from the school was flawless.

The more they spoke, the more the military found that they couldn’t justify their actions

Moreover, even if they wanted to go in to rescue the Blood Clan Messenger and their superior officer, none of them dared to enter that enormous door which was a point of no return!

"Seal the entrance tightly! We can’t allow such a tragedy to happen again!"

The Great Love Poet’s expression turned fierce, and she ordered with righteousness.

"Understood."

As soon as she had ascertained the immobilization of the Blood Clan Messenger, she snuck out unseen and unnoticed.

"Lanci can relax now, I’ve confirmed it, the Blood Clan Messenger and the rest of the Supervision Hall officers have joined the choir."

Hyperion sighed.

In just twelve hours at Demon Academy, all the merit she had accumulated over more than a decade probably had been used up.

Hyperion knew she could contact Lanci, who was hard at work in the principal’s office, through the Great Love Poet.

That guy had completely gotten into the role of being the principal.

"..."

The Great Love Poet nodded, communicating with Lanci via telepathy.

"He says you’ve worked hard and asks you to show me a good time."

The Great Love Poet quickly relayed Lanci’s response to Hyperion with a smile.

To the Great Love Poet, besides Lanci, the person she was most familiar with was Hyperion, whom she had met a few times.

Moreover, for some reason, the Great Love Poet always felt a sense of familiarity with Hyperion.

It’s as if there was a faint blood connection between them.

"Anywhere you want to go."

Hyperion opens her palm to the Great Love Poet, revealing a heap of 10 Credit Coins.

Hyperion felt herself gradually turning into a babysitter.

Lanci’s final task for her was to take the Great Love Poet to the functional area for a treat on his behalf.

It was supposed to be a fun day with the Great Love Poet, but it was actually asking Hyperion to keep an eye on this unpredictable demon.

"Ha! See how I spend all his mana, let’s party!"

The Great Love Poet danced a ballet of joy on the spot.

Lanci promised her that after helping him with this task, she could enjoy some free time like the wind.

And Lanci did keep his promise.

No doubt, Lanci probably didn’t dare to let her out into the real world, so he let her blow off some steam in this cleared Shadow World.

"Where do you want to go?"

Hyperion moved a bit closer and asked as she looked at the map in the Great Love Poet’s hands.

She knew epic-level summons like the Great Love Poet had unique consciousness and personalities.

But she didn’t know what kind of creepy things a purebred demon with a terrible temper like the Great Love Poet liked the most.

"Let’s first go to the Demon King’s Restaurant to get something to eat, and then I want to go to the Devil World Botanical Cultivation Garden."

The Great Love Poet happily stepped forward, eager to get a move on.

Hyperion was a bit puzzled, tilting her head.

Is the grey-haired succubus’s favourite thing actually plants?