Meanwhile, on the other side.
"Hmm?"
Hyperion let out a puzzled sound.
It seemed she had a very long dream.
In the dream, she was taken by Lanci into a Seventh-order Shadow World, she became the Princess of the Demon Clan who was protected by a Ninth-order demon while being confined in the Demon King Palace. After finally meeting Lanci, some emergency happened that startled her awake.
Upon waking, she found herself in the Royal Capital Ichrite.
Today should be a good day, one could tell just by looking out of the window.
The view of Ichrite was as quaint as ever, beneath the clear skies, one could see a stretch of azure and pristine color through the glass window; in the spring, the sunlight made her skin feel warm.
She stood under the majestic dome of the great Cathedral of Ichrite.
The statues and frescoes of the deities seemed to descend from the skies, silently watching over from above.
