Chapter 581 Hyperion's answer is

Lanqi still leaned back in his chair calmly, looking at the brilliant light and shadow on the high platform of the Naikaris Palace that burst out from time to time, extinguished, and then burst out again.

The palace was boiling in an instant, and all the demon nobles finally let go of their worries.

They were all shouts of victory, recovery and hope.

This game that was almost lost was counterattacked, and they were excited and thrilled.

The great demons were all glad that the demon world really had such an epic painter who could rival the tenth ancestor of the blood clan.

I didn't expect that the last painting the demons had kept was even better! "Oh."

The originally calm gaze of the tenth ancestor Ulises was also briefly attracted by the painting.

He did not feel too disappointed or frustrated, but instead felt a little more interested.

Following the demons' line of sight, he looked towards the glowing demon with emerald green eyes and spark-like patterns.

"Lord Ulises, this demon just has the home advantage."

The accompanying vampire Viscount Giovanni sneered with disdain.

As both are epic poems, even if the painting of the tenth ancestor Ulysses is better, the princess will definitely choose the painting of their demon clan.

Furthermore.

If it weren't for the fact that their blood clan had wasted a lot of time on the road and did not have normal painting conditions, the tenth ancestor Ulysses would definitely have finished it faster.

For works of the same quality, it only shows that Ulysses himself has stronger skills.

Besides, Marquis Ulises did not use his full strength. To him, the original opponent was only Maya-sama, and it was just a game at best.

“What do you think of this painting?”

The fourth ancestor, Duke Eduardo, asked in a deep voice.

He would not blame Ulysses, because whether it was magic or magical products, epic was almost the upper limit.

"Not bad, quite outstanding among ordinary people."

The tenth ancestor Ulises tilted his head and commented to the fourth ancestor Duke Eduardo in the back row.

“Is that so?”

The fourth ancestor Eduardo snorted coldly, leaned on his hand and said nothing more.

But his eyes did not change.

Today's outcome would not have changed.

"call……"

Lysandra, who was sitting on the left side of the seats in the Regent's Hall next to the court members, stroked her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

Until the last moment when Zhui Luo Qing unsealed the painting, she never expected that a painter who could create an epic painting would suddenly appear in their demon clan.

And that demon happened to be her neighbor McCarthy.

At this moment, she completely understood why Her Royal Highness the Princess chose to paint from a competition full of possibilities.

The princess knew better than anyone that no matter how many obstacles there were, as long as she conveyed this signal to McCarthy, he would win everything for her.

Time seemed to pass very quickly, but also seemed to pass very slowly. The praises from the demon celebrities were like a long-awaited rain, bringing with them endless enthusiasm and release, wanting to vent out all the emotions that had been suppressed for so long.

However, Lysandra had no intention of appreciating Mr. McCarthy's masterpiece, because the girl shining in the sunset in the painting was the most real and beautiful princess she had ever seen.

The moment the demons exclaimed, she saw McCarthy, who was sitting on the seat on the steps, looking at the princess with approval.

It’s like asking the princess: Am I doing well?

Lisandra could not see any pride in him, and the more the demon nobles cheered, the calmer he seemed.

The princess was also calmer than expected.

Something that must be said.

The princess's expression at this moment was similar to that of the girl in the painting.

That's the look she gets when she looks at a guy she likes.

But if there was no mirror, she wouldn't be able to see the look in her eyes at that moment.

After staring at Lanci for a long time, Hyperion seemed to be brought back to consciousness by the noisy sounds in the throne room, and looked away as if awakened from a dream.

When she stared at the painting again and caught a glimpse of Lanqi's eyes, she felt her heart beating so fast that she couldn't control it.

Hyperion lowered her head in panic and tried to regulate her breathing, but she felt that she couldn't breathe at all, as if she had forgotten how to exhale.

"Your Highness, which painting would you like to choose?"

The Fallen Lord Kaliela couldn't help but smile when he saw the princess's blushing cheeks.

All the demons were panicking just now, but she didn't, and maintained the absolutely dignified demeanor of a princess.

Now all the demons are celebrating, but the princess has become cowardly and no longer looks like a demon princess.

Although Kaliela knew what the princess would choose, she still had to go through the process.

More importantly, she was interested to hear the princess muster up the courage to declare her answer openly.

“This one.”

Hyperion spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito, raised her slender arm, and pointed at the painting.

"I can't hear you."

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

The Fallen Lord Kaliela put her hand to her ear and tilted her head slightly, as if the hall was too noisy for her to hear the princess' words clearly.

The moment Kaliela raised her hand, the noise from the demons sitting in the hall began to gradually subside.

They understood that it was time for Lord Fallen to continue presiding over the ceremony, and shifted their attention back to the high platform at the end of the throne room. They politely returned to their seats, maintaining the composure of the noble families of the demon world.

"Okay, Your Highness, please tell me seriously, which painting's author do you want to be your husband?"

Lord of the Fallen Kaliela asked with great seriousness and solemnity.

The quiet air made Hyperion more aware of what kind of scene this was. She even subconsciously moved her feet, trying to stand up and escape invisibly.

But, Zhuiluo Qing was right next to them.

Facing this ninth-order demon, he had no hope of escape.

She felt dizzy from the extreme embarrassment.

Hyperion knew that Lanci was looking at her, waiting for her answer.

Even though she knew it was probably just a show at the moment.

But who can tell how much is true and how much is false?

They had obviously always been accompanying each other like that. From the moment they met, they were classmates, companions, and close friends. They had the purest friendship, which was her most precious treasure.

She was afraid that when she gave the answer, everything would change.

Having only brought misfortune to those around her since childhood, she knew not to be greedy, dared not cross the line, and did not expect to ask for more from Lanqi.

However, now that she was a little more certain of Lanqi's feelings, she just wanted to agree to him impulsively.

She kept telling herself that it was just a small thing, but when the words reached her throat she couldn't get them out. She felt like she was about to explode with embarrassment. From childhood to adulthood, she had never experienced saying words like "I like" to anyone.

The next second, it's spoken out in the next second.

Hyperion clenched her fists and forced herself to be faster.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Hyperion was almost unable to bear the gaze of Falling Lord.

The demons present were waiting with increasing impatience, and the slightest noises were becoming more frequent.

“Your Highness…”

The disappointed voice of Zhui Luoqing was heard.

Her patience seemed to be wearing thin.

"If the princess doesn't tell me the answer, I will help her choose at random."

“This one!!”

Hyperion raised her head, her stern and resolute eyes unable to hide her shyness that was about to make her cry, "I'll marry him!"

Hyperion pointed at [Portrait: Her Golden Moment] and shouted it out as if she had used up all the energy in her dantian.

At this moment, all the demons in the Regent Hall stood up from their seats in joy, bowed, clenched their fists and shouted angrily.

(End of this chapter)