One and a half hours quietly passed.
The Demon King's Restaurant in the evening, the lights flickering in the darkness like a dream, emitted an aura of nobility and unique magic power.
Accompanied by the delicate melody of the restaurant's instruments, Lanci and Hyperion wrapped up their dinner.
The two reluctantly left the restaurant, as though they were leaving a dream and returning to reality.
Even though Hyperion had unwittingly immersed herself in the atmosphere of the Demon World.
But it wasn't until she walked out of the glass doors of the restaurant that she realized, the foreboding sensation of her bloodline awakening made her feel yet another step farther from her humanity.
In the empty corridor.
Lanci walked ahead, casually as if on a stroll.
Hyperion followed behind, dragging a gift box that looked like a coffin.
On either side of the hallway traced grand skylights through which every star in the Demon World sky could be seen clearly.
