Chapter 577: Hyperion is ready to agree to his

In the Demon Realm's royal city, Naika Island, two hours had passed since dawn, and the sky was still a deep purple of a solar eclipse.

The sky above the island was shrouded in mist, while the ground was filled with dusk. This ancient demon city-state seemed to be sleeping on the edge of time, waiting for the arrival of a new day but always in the last second of the night.

The royal palace stands majestically in the heart of Naikalis, near the coast of Naika Island.

The plinth level of the front square serves as a reception and security check area connected to Coast Avenue and is open to the public most of the time, allowing demons to visit and learn about the history of the demon world.

In the past, the order here was strict, but this morning it was bustling. The demon guards and media reporters crowded the platform outside the front square passage. Although Nakaris's guards set up protective barriers outside the palace to ensure order and safety, this did not reduce the expectations of the demons.

And wherever there was a magic screen in Nakalis, demons began to gather.

They waited with bated breath, waiting for the major events happening in the palace to be conveyed to them through the projection of the specially invited demons.

The demon nobles will enter the Demon Palace one by one by walking up the long steps in the square in front of the palace. After passing through the long corridor of the palace, their view will suddenly open up.

The first floor is home to the Regency Hall, offices and rest areas for nobles. It is also the core area for internal work and meeting activities in the palace.

As for the second floor and above, access is prohibited.

Only members of the royal family, summoned guests, and ministers of the rank of Fallen Lord can enter.

The second floor at this time.

"Your Highness, take a deep breath. You look too nervous."

"I'm not nervous at all."

Princess Hyperion and her court attendant Lysandra were walking together in the corridor on the second floor, and the sound of soft conversation could be heard from time to time.

At this time, Zhuiluo Qing was no longer staring at them, but they all knew that Zhuiluo Qing was waiting in the Regent Hall downstairs. The first floor was full of demons, and there was no possibility of escape at all.

The corridor is spacious and bright, with ancient demonic oil paintings hanging on the walls and sculptures and antiques placed on both sides, each of which is a masterpiece of the demonic world.

Lights dotted the corridor carpet. Hyperion was wearing an icy light blue dress, her hands covered with white silk gloves, her long silver hair was elegantly coiled into a bun at the back of her head, and each strand of hair was carefully braided, making her look dignified and noble. Some scattered hair hung gently on the sides of her cheeks.

“…”

Lysandra knew why the princess beside her was nervous.

As a demon who has seen big scenes, the princess has a more stable mentality than most demons. Even if something big happens today that concerns her, she will not panic.

However, the princess will meet McCarthy today.

The two of them haven't seen each other for a long time.

Whenever the princess heard McCarthy's name, she would always show a genuinely happy expression. She cared about him and was curious about him. The originally calm princess would easily become emotionally unstable because of him, and every day apart from him seemed especially long.

Apparently, McCarthy was the real reason the princess was nervous.

"Does your Highness think Mr. McCarthy will win?"

Lysandra asked tentatively.

Although Lisandra didn't know why the princess was so sure that McCarthy would be able to take her away today, even if McCarthy could convince the Fallen Lord Kaliela, McCarthy's opponents today would not only be those great demons, but also the tenth ancestor of the blood clan, Ulysses.

"We will win."

Hyperion nodded confidently.

"Is he more powerful than the tenth ancestor Ulysses?"

These days, Lisandra and McCarthy socialize quite a bit.

But the more she thought she understood McCarthy, the more she found that she couldn't understand him. She even began to doubt whether McCarthy was actually a great demon with hidden strength.

After all, when she could clearly feel that the other party's magic power was very weak and stable, there were only two possibilities: either the other party was really weak, or he was actually so strong that it was difficult for ordinary creatures to understand.

Putting aside this unfounded fantasy of Lysandra's, Lysandra was convinced that the Tenth Ancestor Ulysses was an opponent that few creatures in the world today could defeat in terms of artistry.

Even the most ancient master craftsman in the demon world could hardly be better than Ulysses of the vampire clan.

Ulises, who already had a unique artistic talent, had endless years to explore.

He hadn't picked up a brush for many years, perhaps because he was immersed in painting, or perhaps because he had already reached the pinnacle and was tired of painting.

Now no one knows what level he has reached.

"I have no idea."

Hyperion answered truthfully. After all, she had never seen Lanci paint. "But he is better than the best painter I have ever seen."

She said with certainty.

Perhaps Lanci could not surpass the Duke of Miguel, who was known as a genius, in all kinds of skills, but when it came to painting, Hyperion believed that Lanci was far superior to her father, the Duke of Miguel.

She trusted her father, so she trusted Lanqi even more.

"Then can I understand that your belief that he can win means that you are also ready to marry him today?"

Lysandra asked quietly.

"!"

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

Hyperion's steps suddenly froze.

Lysandra stared at Hyperion's fair to red skin and made sure it wasn't makeup.

It seems that it would be better if it wasn't mentioned. Once this matter is mentioned, the princess really loses her composure.

"No, it's just a marriage, it's no big deal. If he dares to propose, I will agree!"

Hyperion quickened her pace and headed for the stairs.

"Just wait and see who gets shy."

“…”

Lysandra smiled helplessly, followed the princess to the stairs and walked down them.

Because of her official business today, Lysandra left home very early.

She saw the lights on in McCarthy's house at four or five o'clock.

McCarthy, for his part, had obviously thought it through.

After walking down a long staircase, they arrived at the corridor connecting to the Regent's Hall.

Every few steps, you can feel a layer of invisible barrier set up by Falling Lord until you reach the Regent's Hall.

The several-meter-high door of the Regent Hall, the largest hall in the palace, is already open.

Circles of seats arranged in a fan shape spread out from low to high, forming a spacious semicircular seat.

Here, nobles and ministers from the demon world were walking around, and most of the witnesses had already taken their seats, exchanging opinions in low voices.

Hyperion looked over and her eyes fell on Lord Caliela, the Fallen, who was sitting next to her throne in the center of the hall.

Zhuiluo Qing also glanced at her, but soon stopped paying attention to her, the princess who was the protagonist.

Kaliela just looked at a male figure sitting in the distance in confusion.

Nowadays, there is a demon named McCarthy who is dressed in formal attire and is highly respected by the upper class nobles in the demon world.

He was chatting and laughing with many powerful people in the demon world and political circles.

"This is the second time. Why is this guy still not looking at me?"

Kaliela said depressedly in a barely audible voice.

(End of this chapter)