Chapter 575: Hyperion believes that Lanci will take her away

In the magic vehicle parked on the side of the road, Lisandra, who was about to leave for the palace, sat down and chatted with Lanci for a long time.

Because she had plenty of time today, she was not worried about being late.

She also gradually learned a lot about McCarthy and the princess.

McCarthy had once accidentally scared the princess, and since then he always remembered to appear in front of the princess in a natural way.

At first, McCarthy just wanted to wait until the princess accidentally discovered him, or when the princess came to visit Lysandra's house one afternoon, and then he, McCarthy, would come over and sit down with the princess and slowly start reminiscing about the past.

He wanted Hyperion to see his residence, and Lysandra's home happened to be next door, and she was also Hyperion's friend, so everything would make Hyperion feel at ease.

Sixteen years of waiting, unknown wandering and hard work, the purchase of that mansion, and generous donations to many demons - all this was done just to "accidentally" meet the princess in the home of a strange demon one afternoon.

"Unfortunately, I have no way to invite the princess to my home..."

Lysandra lowered her head and stammered.

McCarthy's wish was so simple, but she couldn't fulfill it.

"It's okay. I really appreciate you taking good care of Hyperion and accompanying her every day."

Lanci thanked Lisandra.

After a brief farewell.

Lisandra carried the black and gold McCarthy's cake box and walked briskly towards the palace.

Stepping into the square in front of the palace, all kinds of exotic flowers from the demon world bloomed in the morning dew, emitting bursts of fragrance.

She couldn't help but slow down her pace, enjoying the pleasant fragrance of the flowers, and thinking about how to tell the princess the good news.

The flower shadows beside me are of different colors, burning like flames and twinkling like stars. The morning mist condenses into crystal dewdrops on the petals, which sway gently with the flowers.

At this moment, several powerful demons appeared in her sight.

Each of them looked dignified and noble, with a deep and powerful voice, and it was obvious that they were discussing some important matter.

Upon seeing them, Lysandra immediately stopped, saluted the great demon, and waited for them to approach.

She lowered her head, holding the cake box in both hands, with a respectful and humble expression.

The leader, Lord Fallen, only glanced at Lysandra.

But when her eyes fell on the lunch box in Lysandra's hand, she lingered a little longer.

"I brought some snacks for the princess."

Lysandra sensed the magic of Lord Fall's scrutiny and quickly explained.

This seemingly gentle and harmless female demon had calm and deep eyes, but she made Lysandra feel extremely insignificant in front of her.

Every time she saw Zhuiluo Qing, her face would change a little in her eyes, and now she looked more and more like a princess.

"Who gave it to you?"

Lord of the Fallen Calliera was not satisfied with this answer.

Although she had not been out of the palace for a long time, she could probably guess that Lysandra could not afford such pastries with her current salary.

"…Rocky McCarthy."

Lysandra knew there was no point in lying to Lord Fallen.

“…”

Zhuiluo Qing's sight moved from the cake box to the end of the square in the distance. Following the magic power on the magic device's insulation box, he quickly sensed a vehicle driving away on the street below the square.

The Glowing Demon who was driving the car seemed to be aware of the gaze. Of course, it might also be that he just wanted to take a look at Lysandra. His emerald green eyes looked over the top of his sunglasses and met the eyes of the Fallen Lord Kaliela.

But in just a moment, the Glowing Demon's car drove past, and the eye contact with Kaliela was interrupted.

Before Lord Fallen could say anything else, Kaliela.

"I don't really like it when someone shows interest in my future fiancée before the ceremony."

Lord Mist Orion Greenwald said unhappily.

He has black hair and cool golden eyes, and is thin but exudes a sense of menace that cannot be ignored.

“…”

The terrible magic of Lord Mist immediately made Lysandra feel frightened, and she dared not speak.

The general-level demon clan possesses absolutely powerful strength that cannot be matched by ordinary eighth-level demons.

"Alas, you are too confident, Orion."

On the other side, Lord Maya Esmode Belphago patted Lord Mist on the shoulder and signaled with his eyes that Lysandra could leave.

Lysandra looked timidly in the direction of the voice, only to see a civil servant with a mysterious appearance. His voice was so soft that it was difficult to tell whether it was male or female. He was still covered in a black cloak and shadows as always, with only his deep blue eyes showing.

She gave him a grateful look and quickly left with the cake box.

The great demon with the greatest hope of winning is Lord Orion Greenwald of the Mist, whose family background is the deepest. It is said that he has already found the strongest craftsman in the demon world to work for him.

And Lord Maya, Esmodes Belphago, has the highest artistic talent and perhaps the best chance of impressing the princess.

Unlike the powerful Lord Mist, Lord Maya, as a civil official, is very tactful, and even his attitude towards the ceremony is that it doesn't matter whether he wins or not.

He only cares about the stability of the demon world.

He attended the ceremony only at Lord Fallen's request, because he didn't want the vampires to win.

"Esmodesm, if you don't want to win then don't get in my way. Why don't you help me?"

Lord Orion of the Mist said to Lord Esmodesm of the Night with a hint of resentment.

"well."

Maya Lord Esmode smiled helplessly, unable to express his grievances.

I was about to say something, but swallowed it back.

The princess insisted on choosing the painting.

In fact, Zhen Yeqing knew very well that it would be difficult for him to defeat the Tenth Ancestor.

Lord Leiming and Lord Misty were both generals, and their tempers might be a little more arrogant. They themselves did not understand how powerful the Tenth Ancestor was.

If the Tenth Ancestor managed to create an epic painting in just seven days, it can only be said that it was destiny.

Lord Misty and Lord Maya once again followed the Fallen Kaliela.

But they didn't notice that Kaliela was still frowning slightly, as if his thoughts were still stuck on the brief eye contact just now.

She had actually heard the name of this demon recently.

This mysterious demon named McCarthy not only gave Lisandra snacks, but also personally escorted her to the palace. Now her true form has been seen by her.

"strangeness……"

The Fallen Kaliela muttered.

Generally speaking, when men see her, they are often stunned or even charmed by her because she is their favorite look, but she feels that McCarthy is not curious about her at all.

What exactly did he see in his eyes?

Kaliela quickly shook his head.

No matter how high the opponent's mental attributes are, they cannot be immune to her illusions. The palace is her absolute domain. Any enemy who wants to break the rules will fall into her illusion and be unable to break free.

…

Lysandra walked through the palace's long corridors and magnificent stairs, and finally arrived at the door of the princess' bedroom on the second floor.

She knocked on the door gently, and when she heard the voice of "Come in" from inside, she pushed the door open carefully.

The bedroom was still filled with such a peaceful atmosphere, and the princess returned to her greenhouse-like cage.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Hyperion was sitting by the window, her long silver hair scattered on the windowsill, her slightly melancholy eyes looking through the scenery outside the window, staring into the distance.

"Your Highness, here."

Lysandra greeted the princess quietly, interrupting her musings.

She handed over the black and gold lunch box made of cardboard with both hands.

Hyperion turned her head and looked at Lysandra in front of her and the cake box in her hand, a long-lost smile appeared on her face.

"Thank you, Lysandra."

Hyperion opened it and took a look.

This is an extraordinarily cute cat head-shaped ice cream cake.

The upper layer is a crispy puff pastry shell, and the lower layer is a delicate cream bud, embellished with fragrant rose petals and sweet and sour raspberry jam, and filled with frosty aroma.

"really."

Hyperion said to herself with a slightly unsurprised smile.

"Aren't you surprised who gave me this snack?"

Lysandra had thought the princess's reaction would be even more dramatic.

"I guess his name is Rocky McCarthy, is that right?"

Hyperion raised her eyes and asked.

"……Yes."

Lysandra didn't understand how the princess suddenly knew that McCarthy had come, as she clearly didn't know about it yesterday.

Is there a secret code between the two of them? Without saying much, the two of them shared the ice cream cake, cutting off small pieces with a spoon and savoring them leisurely.

In this quiet bedroom, Lysandra and Hyperion chatted, talking about yesterday's trivial matters and some light topics.

Just as Lysandra suspected.

As long as they talked about McCarthy, the princess seemed to be much happier.

"It's a pity that you, Princess, can't escape from the palace now, otherwise you would at least be able to go and see him."

Lysandra scooped up the dessert, sighing as she felt the sweetness and smoothness on her tongue.

"He will come to save me."

Hyperion replied.

"Princess, are you ready?"

Seeing Hyperion's confident tone and her prompt and decisive answer, Lysandra couldn't help but feel that this was a sense of certainty that "you are the one".

It's not like I'm kidding at all.

Lisandra could only pray that McCarthy could really create a miracle and break the expectations of all the demons.

"What preparations?"

Hyperion hesitated for a moment and asked doubtfully.

"You're going to marry him."

Lysandra said uncertainly.

Even if we take a step back and McCarthy really created an almost impossible miracle, the final result must be that someone must marry the princess, otherwise the Fallen Lord will not give the princess freedom.

“…”

Hyperion's face suddenly turned red.

She lowered her head and sipped the wooden spoon very quietly, the sour, sweet and refreshing ice cream melting in her mouth.

Lysandra found that the princess really didn't seem to think that much.

She simply thought about hoping McCarthy would win, but she didn't think about what to do after winning.

It was at this moment of silence and Lysandra's gaze that Hyperion finally felt she had to say something.

"Princess……"

"If I have to act in a play with him, I will do well in whatever play it is!"

Hyperion looked up breathlessly and said, interrupting Lucandra's words.

It’s not a big deal. It’s just pretending to be a fiancé with Lanqi. They are already familiar with each other.

"All right."

Lysandra patted the princess' shoulder and sighed with a smile as if she was no longer going to tease her.

How she hoped that McCarthy and the princess would get what they wanted.

But the more she thought about it, the sadder Lysandra felt.

McCarthy had too little time. For him, the preparation time was only two weeks, and in the blink of an eye, the day of the royal ceremony was approaching.

Zhuiluo Qing is not such a kind-hearted demon that he would be willing to help this couple.

This love is destined to have a bad ending, and everything McCarthy does will most likely be like a moth flying into a flame.

(End of this chapter)