Chapter 588: Changes in Hyperion's Dream

Meanwhile on the other side.

"Um?"

Hyperion made a confused sound.

She seemed to have had a very long dream.

She dreamed that she was brought into a seventh-level shadow world by Lanqi, and she became a demon princess and was protected by a ninth-level demon and locked up in the Demon King's palace. After finally seeing Lanqi, something seemed to have happened, and she was suddenly awakened by the shock.

When she woke up, she found herself in the royal capital of Ikerit.

Today should be a good day, just looking out the window.

The scenery of Ikerite is still as quaint as ever. Under the clear sky, she can see a blue and bright color through the glass window. In the spring, the sunshine makes her skin feel warm.

She herself was standing beneath the majestic dome of the Cathedral of Ikrit.

The statues and murals of gods seem to descend from the sky, gazing quietly below.

There is a holy atmosphere in the air inside the church. Each of the decorations in the style of the Age of Gods is a witness to time. They complement the pure white and light gold flowers along the walls and arches, weaving together a dreamlike corridor painting.

At this moment, she was wearing a dress of a style that she never wore normally, and holding a bouquet of flowers in her hands.

This gauze dress is in the purest white, the fabric is light and gorgeous, covered with delicate lace and pearl decorations, the hem of the skirt gently spreads out, floating slowly on the carpet like a light cloud.

Looking at the frescoed glass on the church entrance door, she saw in the faint reflection that her hair was braided into a dignified bun and inserted with the most treasured hair accessories of the Duke of Alanzare's family.

"You can't get sleepy at this time, okay?"

A familiar voice came.

Hyperion looked in astonishment, and saw a man in extremely formal attire, with an expression that made people feel that he was not far away.

"Father?"

Hyperion held Duke Migaia's arm and looked at his figure.

He has black hair and black eyes and is incredibly handsome.

He seemed to have just walked himself into this church.

Wait, didn't Duke Migaia disappear? And didn't her best friend Lanqi make an appointment with her to help her find her father? Hyperion shook her head in confusion, not remembering when she had this dream.

Sometimes the impression of a dream is so deep that it makes it difficult to tell whether it is a memory of a real experience or a trace left over from a dream on a certain night.

While Hyperion was in a daze, she looked unconsciously towards the front row of the church.

She saw a silver-haired woman.

The woman was also wearing formal attire today. After meeting her eyes, she raised her hand with a smile.

Hubbard's eyes suddenly felt sore.

Sure enough, it was a dream.

In reality, her mother never abandoned her.

"Huprienne!"

Ifatia, sitting on the church bench, waved to Hyperion, as if to cheer her up for her major event in life.

Talia sat next to Ifatia, eating her cake intently, and raised her head to wave at her.

Hyperion didn't know why Ifatia had this reaction at the moment, and she also didn't know why even though she saw her father and mother at home every day, it seemed like she hadn't seen them for many years.

She suddenly didn't dare to talk to them any more, fearing that she would not be able to distinguish between dreams and reality, and that it would suddenly turn into a nightmare, causing her to lose this intense yet stable happiness again.

Not only that, the church was filled with Ikerite friends she had known since childhood. They all looked at her with sincere, warm and friendly eyes, and seemed to have no grudges against her at all.

It was so beautiful that she was about to forget everything else.

The bouquet of flowers in her hands was trembling. It was obviously very light, but she couldn't hold it steadily, as if she didn't dare to accept this happiness.

However, at this moment.

Hyperion seemed to have finally realized an essential problem—

Why was she in the Church of Ikerite today?

She turned suddenly and looked towards the end of the church.

On that side.

The cross in the center and the various colorful paintings of gods on the towering walls, and the colorful glass windows refract the sunlight into countless mottled light spots, lightly sprinkling on the white and gold petals.

A figure stood at the foot of the cross, with the gentle smile on his lips that she was so familiar with.

The white and gold flowers were more vivid and shining in the breeze, emitting a light and charming fragrance, and he was standing at the end of those flowers.

At this moment, Hyperion felt like she had lost all ability to think.

Yesterday, I was thinking over and over in my mind the wedding vows I had prepared specially for today, fearing that I would forget what I had in mind at the critical moment, or lose my usual dignified demeanor as a duchess.

As a result, when I was walking into the church with my father, I was so nervous that I almost forgot where I was, what I was going to say, and what day it was.

Hyperion tried to calm her emotional state with her breathing, but it was of no use, her body seemed out of control.

Only by gazing at the glowing figure not far away could she truly calm down.

The tension in Hyperion began to ease.

She took a deep breath and prepared herself for the most important moment.

Follow Duke Migaiya forward until you stop in front of Lanqi.

"I wish you happiness in your future life. God has brought you together. Your unique destiny will never be separated."

Migaiya carefully handed his daughter's hand to Lanqi, and blessed her with his majestic and gentle voice, full of deep trust.

Hyperion's hands trembled slightly. In the solemnity of Ikerite Cathedral, her fingertips touched with Lanci's, as if conveying a silent oath.

She looked at Lanqi, not knowing whether this was an illusion she had imagined in her mind or if it was really him.

As the harp played its gentle melody, their eyes met, and at that moment time seemed to have stopped.

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

The sunlight in the church shone on them, and the golden wings seemed like the blessing of the goddess of fate.

Lanci leaned forward gently, and Hyperion felt him getting closer and closer, and could feel the other's heartbeat.

When she closed her eyes, preparing for the kiss of promise, her heartbeat was about to become uncontrollable.

She suddenly woke up from the bed.

"……?"

On this night bathed in the midsummer moonlight of July, in a spacious and luxuriously decorated room on the top floor of a seaside villa, Hyperion could see the starry sky and the bay outside the window when she stood up.

Although it was late at night, the bedroom seemed peaceful and cozy because of the moonlight and a warm table lamp.

A subtle sound broke the silence - the sound of pages of a book being gently turned on the high wooden table.

Hyperion stared blankly at the figure sitting on a chair not far away in the room.

He was wearing a grey suit, as deep as the night sky, showing his calmness and elegance.

In this dim light, his figure appears more upright, his eyes are deep and contain the wisdom and vicissitudes of time.

It was indeed a dream. How could Lanqi change into a white tuxedo and marry her? He only ever wore dark suits, like a school principal.

Hyperion thought with relief and let out the breath that was stuck in her chest.

Noticing that Hyperion had woken up, Lanci quickly looked over to her.

"What's wrong?"

Lanqi looked at her and asked softly with his usual gentleness and concern.

"nothing!"

Hyperion recalled the remaining memories from her dream and suddenly felt the blood rushing to her cheeks. She widened her eyes and waved her hands.

Although I haven't seen Lanqi for a long time, now that I finally meet him again and we are alone here, I should have a lot to talk about.

But thinking back to what happened in the palace this morning, the response she shouted, and the dream she had just had, she felt that she didn't know how to communicate with Lanqi.

They could normally chat easily and naturally every day, but now I feel like I can't be alone with him.

"You, didn't you see my dream just now?"

Hyperion took a long time to adjust her mentality, calming her rapid breathing and heaving chest, and finally looked at him again and asked tentatively.

"I have brought you out of the Fallen Land of Tenderness barrier a long time ago, but seeing that you didn't seem to have a good rest these days, I didn't wake you up to sleep."

Lanqi put down the spine of the book that he was holding with one hand, walked to the chair beside Hyperion's bed, sat down, and said to her.

He had already dealt with the accident that happened this morning with Lord Fallen, and after everything came to a temporary end, he took Hyperion back to the mansion across the bay. Lord Fallen also personally helped him send the princess over and asked him to take good care of the princess.

If it is not an emergency, Lanqi will not interfere with other people's dreams.

Last time on the fourth floor below the prison, if Hyperion had not been woken up, she would have remained in a deep dream until her soul dissolved. This time, Kaliela had ended the magic and it would no longer be harmful to Hyperion.

He simply let Hyperion have a good sleep and stayed by her side in the room.

"By the way, what did you dream about?"

Lanci asked curiously.

Logically speaking, Hyperion's dream this time should be the same as the last time.

But judging from her reaction just now, it seemed like there was something she didn't want him to see.

“Woo!”

Hyperion looked at Lanch's face closely, and her eyes involuntarily looked at his lips. Suddenly her cheeks turned red again. She picked up the quilt to cover her face, hiding from Lanch like an ostrich.

(End of this chapter)