dins who stood in her way.Even with weapons drawn, the executioner and paladin couldn't withstand the Destructive Saintess's burning fury. Her relentless assault shattered their armor piece by piece,...Chapter 403: Hubleyan's Unattainable Dream

Hephaestion gazed upon the familiar city of Ictereus, recalling why he found himself here.

Originally, Vivian wanted to go back to the palace after school to change into casual clothes before going shopping with herself.

He sat on the bench for a while and fell asleep without realizing it.

As she was pondering, she looked up to see a figure rushing out of the palace. It was none other than her best friend and the princess of Heston Kingdom, Vivienne.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

Vivian held a small gift box and hurried to Hubert's side, saying to her:

"It's fine, I was just taking a short break anyway. I didn't even notice time passing."

Aubrey shook her head, smiling in response.

Two people were walking along the newly renovated canal path, chatting and laughing.

"Oh, I can't stand my brother, you know Today Sophia asked him if he wanted to go see the art exhibition by Gerald the Craftsman, and guess what he said"

Vivian sighed incessantly, completely disregarding the composure expected of a princess of the Henton Kingdom. It seemed she had heard something utterly baffling upon her return to the palace and couldn't help but immediately complain to Huberlian about it.

How should I answer

Huperblyan tilted her head curiously.

He actually said, “Ah, this reminds me, I need to hurry and ask My Lady Mihaela if she’s free. I've been wanting to go with her for ages,” then he thanked Sophia and excitedly went to find Duke Mihaela. Sophia's face was practically green at that moment.

Although I shouldn't laugh, but...

Huberlian covered her mouth while listening to Vivian's story, her heart filled with a mixture of guilt and suppressed laughter.

With these friends who grew up together in the capital by her side, she never felt lonely.

However, for some reason, she always felt like these things had happened before, as if she was just reliving them. There was a... intense sense of déjà vu.

Even so, Huberley felt very happy.

The afternoon sky was dotted with sparse clouds, and a flock of birds flew past in the distance.

A gentle breeze blew in from the river bank, caressing the cheeks of the two people.

Suddenly, Huberlian glimpsed her reflection in the river's surface. Her pupils contracted sharply, and she panicked, covering the horns on her head.

How could she possibly make such a low-level mistake!

I forgot to use my disguise magic to turn myself into a human while I was out!

However.

Hubert only saw Vivian looking at him with confusion.

"Huperlian, what's wrong with you"

Vivian moved closer and asked.

"You... didn't notice that I'm now half-demon"

Huperlyan also took a step back, leaning against the stone balustrade by the moat.

"Found it, huh What's up"

Vivian was even more confused.

Huperlyan stared blankly at the river surface, then pondered for a moment.

In this kingdom of Heston, people don't despise the demon race. Even if she uses her original form, others wouldn't bat an eye at the horns on her head.

What are you really afraid of

"...I'm just thinking, maybe everyone just looks past my half-demon status because of my father, Duke Mihgai. But..."

Huperlian seemed to have been wrestling with this question for a long time, she whispered.

Vivian laughed when she heard this.

"It's alright, having unusual traits isn't anything new in Icterus. Those demonic features are nothing to worry about. There are all sorts of people in this world, each with their own thoughts and beliefs, but we can still live together peacefully, right"

Accompanied by her voice, the distant sounds of commotion, laughter, and musicians playing their instruments seemed unusually tranquil.

Huperliane stared at Vivian for a long time, then lowered her head, a faint smile playing on her lips. This answer delighted her beyond measure, but she didn't want others to see the foolish grin that might be spreading across her face.

The two of them walked along the road, encountering not only magnificent architectural structures but also vast stretches of breathtaking natural scenery, perfectly intertwined.

Not until they reached the bridge did Vivian stop and offer the gift box to Huberlian.

She smiled and looked at Huberlian.

Happy birthday, Huperlian.

……

but the actual present moment.

Hellohm Prison, Level Minus Four.

Several figures who had just arrived stood frozen in place, like stone sculptures.

And another one fell to the ground.

Not long after.

From afar, the click-clack of high heels on the pavement gradually approached. She seemed to walk slowly, yet with a composed air.

At last, a figure clad in the garb of a warden entered the grand hall. The nameplate on her chest read "Selena."

She was not affected by this barrier and remained conscious.

But the way she approached looked like she wasn't intending to help these five people, with a hint of mockery at the corner of her lips, as if she had discovered a few curious little mice.

She stood before Hubley, motionless at the head of the line, observing his expression and the fluctuation in the negative fourth-layer barrier magic he emitted.

Seeing Huberlian so engrossed in this dream, Selena the Warden shook her head and smiled.

"She seems like a cute little thing...I wonder how much blood would flow if we peeled back her scars"

……

Huberliane walked slowly along the cobblestone path by the river, the ancient buildings and bluestone walls reflecting deep shades of silver and black.

After bidding farewell to Princess Vivienne, she set off on her lonely journey home.

Along the road from the palace of King Ictereus to the Duke of Alansar's mansion, it just so happens to pass by the Icterean Academy.

Even on such a leisurely stroll, seeing the academy meant home wasn't far.

Walking along, a faint sweet scent of fruit and pastries wafted over.

"All the desserts that melt your face with happiness are here! Meow!"

The repetitive chime of the magic device echoed through the streets, while the wind chimes hanging over a noodle shop on the street corner tinkled incessantly.

Huberly looked over, and the ancient wooden hut came into view.

She stopped, hesitating whether to buy one.

"Hey."

Huperlyan touched her stomach and realized she wasn't actually that craving dessert.

She and her father are not big fans of sweet foods either.

Thinking about these things, Huberlyan felt that it was probably because of the dream she had just had. She hadn't eaten any desserts in her dream, so subconsciously, she wanted to buy one.

Shaking her head, Huberli ignored the shop and continued on resolutely.

As she walked past the shop a few steps, suddenly a voice called out to her from behind.

"Hyberlian."

This is a woman's voice she seems unfamiliar with.

Perhaps it was Hubleyan's crimson ribboned silver hair that made her so recognizable, or maybe the other person knew her too well and recognized her at once.

Hubert turned his head and saw two figures standing in front of the wooden hut he had just left.

A woman with silver hair, and the portrait of her mother on the bedside table in the Hybernian bed was exactly the same.

Beside her, there was a gentle man with eyes that didn't feel distant at all, carrying an unbelievable handsomeness.

This moment, it feels like forever.

Hubberley's eyes stung, she didn't know why she wanted to cry.

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