MTL - Don’t Confiscate My Citizenship

Chapter 575: Hyperion believes that Lan Qi will take her away

 In the magic vehicle parked on the roadside, Lysandra, who was just about to leave for the palace, sat down and chatted with Lanqi 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 accidentally scared the princess once before. From then on, he always remembered to appear in front of the princess in a natural way.

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

He wanted Hyperion to see his residence, and Lissandra's home happened to be nearby, and she was also Hyperion's friend. Everything could make Hyperion feel at ease.

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

“It’s a pity that I have no choice but to invite the princess to my home as a guest…”

Lissandra lowered her head and muttered.

McCarthy's wish is so simple, but she can't realize it.

"It's okay. You can take good care of Hyperion and accompany her seriously every day. Thank you very much."

Lanchi thanked Lysandra.

 After a brief farewell.

Lissandra carried this black and gold cake box from McCarthy's Restaurant and walked briskly towards the palace.

Stepping into the square in front of the palace, all kinds of strange devil flowers bloom in the morning dew, exuding bursts of fragrance.

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

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

At this moment, several demons with extraordinary momentum appeared in her sight.

　　Everyone looked majestic and noble, their voices were deep and powerful, and they were obviously discussing some important matters.

Seeing them, Lissandra immediately stopped, saluted the big demon, and waited for them to walk over.

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

The leader, Lord Fallen, originally only glanced at Lissandra.

 But when her eyes fell on the lunch box in Lisandra's hand, she paused for a moment longer.

 “The snacks I brought to the princess.”

Lissandra felt the magic power of Lord Fallen's scrutiny and quickly explained.

This seemingly gentle and harmless female demon had calm and deep eyes, but it made Lissandra feel extremely small in front of her.

Every time she sees Luo Qing, Luo Qing's face changes slightly in her eyes, and now she looks more and more like a princess.

 “Who gave it to you?”

 Falling Lord Kaliela was not satisfied with this answer.

Although she had not been outside the palace for a long time, she probably guessed that with Lissandra's current salary, she could not afford such pastries.

 “…Rocky McCarthy.”

Lissandra knew there was no point in deceiving Lord Luo.

　　　…”

The Fallen King moved his eyes from the cake box to the far end of the square. Following the magic power on the thermal insulation box of the magic device, he quickly sensed a vehicle driving away on the street below the square.

The glow demon who was driving seemed to have noticed the gaze. Of course, it was possible that he just wanted to take a look at Lissandra. His emerald green eyes looked over the top of his sunglasses and met the eyes of Fallen Lord Kaliela.

But in just an instant, the car of the Glow Demon passed by, and the eye contact with Kaliera was interrupted.

What did you say before he fell, and said something.

 “I don’t really like it when someone makes unintelligible advances to my future fiancée before a ceremony.”

Mist Lord Orion Greenwald said displeasedly.

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

　　　…”

The terrible magic power of Lord Misty immediately made Lissandra feel afraid, and she did not dare to speak.

 The general-level demon possesses absolutely powerful power that ordinary eighth-level demons cannot match.

 “Well, you are too confident, Orion.”

On the other side, Esmode Belphegor, the Lord of the Night, patted the Lord of the Mist on the shoulder and signaled with his eyes that Lisandra could leave.

Lyssandra looked timidly along the voice and saw a mysterious-looking civil servant. His voice was so soft that he couldn't tell the difference between male and female. He was still covered by the black cloak and shadows, only his blue eyes were exposed.

 She cast a grateful look and left quickly carrying the cake box.

The big demon with the best chance of winning is the Mist Lord Orion Greenwald, who has the deepest family background. It is said that he has found the strongest craftsman in the demon world to help him.

As for the true night minister, Esmod Belphegor, who has the highest artistic talent, he may be the most promising to impress the princess.

Different from the powerful Miwuqing, as a civil servant, Zhenyeqing is very tactful, and even treats the ceremony as if it doesn't matter whether he wins or not.

 He only cares about the stability of the demon world.

 He only participated in the ceremony to comply with the request of Lord Fallen, and did not want the Vampire Tribe to win.

"Esmode, if you don't want to win, then don't hinder me. Why don't you help me."

 Mist Lord Orion said to True Night Lord Esmode, with a little resentment.

"well."

Zhen Yeqing Esmode smiled helplessly, with a hard time.

　　What I originally planned to say, I swallowed it.

 The princess had to choose a painting.

 In fact, Zhen Yeqing knew very well that even he could not win against the Tenth Ancestor.

Lei Mingqing and Mist Qing are both generals, and their tempers may be a little more arrogant. They themselves do not realize how powerful the tenth ancestor is.

If the tenth ancestor produced an epic painting in just seven days, it can only be said to be destiny.

 Misty Qing and Maye Qing followed the fallen Kaliela again.

But they didn’t notice that Kaliela was still frowning slightly, as if her thoughts were stuck in the brief exchange of glances just now.

 She has actually heard the name of this demon recently.

This mysterious demon named McCarthy not only gave Lissandra snacks, but also personally sent her to the palace, and now she has seen his true identity. "strangeness…"

 Falling Kaliela murmured.

Generally speaking, when men see her, they are often startled because she is their favorite appearance, and they are even attracted by her, but she feels that McCarthy is not the least bit curious about her.

 What exactly did he see in his eyes?

 Calliera 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 violate the rules will be trapped in her illusion and unable to escape.

 …

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

She knocked lightly on the door, and after hearing the voice of "please come in" from inside, she opened the door cautiously and entered.

　　The atmosphere in the bedroom was still so peaceful, and the princess returned to the greenhouse-like cage.

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

 “Your Highness, give it.”

Lissandra greeted the princess softly, interrupting her musings.

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

Hyperion turned her head and looked at Lisandra and the cake box in her hand, with a long-lost smile on her face.

 “Thank you, Lisandra.”

Huberian took it apart and took a look.

　　It is an extremely finely crafted cute cat head-shaped ice cream cake.

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

 “Sure enough.”

Hyperion said to herself with a slightly unsurprised smile.

 “Aren’t you surprised who gave me this snack?”

Lissandra originally thought that the princess's reaction would be more violent.

“I guess his name is Rocky McCarthy, isn’t he?”

Hyperion raised her eyes and asked.

"…Yes."

Lissandra didn't understand how the princess suddenly knew that McCarthy was coming, even though the princess didn't know about it yesterday.

 Is there a secret code between the two of them?

The two of them shared the ice cream cake without saying much, cutting off small pieces with a spoon and tasting them leisurely.

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

 It’s the same as Lisandra guessed.

 As long as we talk about McCarthy, the princess seems to be much happier.

"It's a pity that you can't escape from the palace now, princess. Otherwise, you can see him."

Lissandra scooped up the dessert and sighed while feeling the sweetness and smoothness on her tongue.

 “He will come to save me.”

Hyperion replied.

“Princess, are you ready?”

Seeing Hyperion's resolute tone and decisive and quick answer, Lissandra couldn't help but feel that this was a sense of recognition that "it must be you".

 It doesn’t look like a joke at all.

Lissandra can only pray that McCarthy can really create a miracle and break all the demons' expectations.

 “What preparations?”

Hyperion hesitated for a moment and asked in confusion.

 “You shall marry him.”

Lissandra said uncertainly.

Even if McCarthy takes ten thousand steps back, McCarthy has really created an almost impossible miracle, and the final result must be that someone has to 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, while the sweet and sour ice cream melted in her mouth.

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

 She simply thought about the step of hoping that McCarthy could win, but she never thought 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 it well no matter what it is!”

Hyperion raised her head breathlessly and said, interrupting Lusandra's words.

What a big deal, isn't it just pretending to be engaged with Lan Qi? They are already familiar with each other.

"All right."

Lissandra patted the princess on the shoulder and sighed with a smile as if she no longer intended to tease her.

 How she wished McCarthy and the princess could get their wish.

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

McCarthy’s time was too short. For him, the preparation time was only two weeks. In the blink of an eye, the day of the royal ceremony was coming.

 The Fallen Lord is not such a kind-hearted demon who would be willing to help this couple.

This love is destined to never end well, and everything McCarthy does will most likely be a moth flying into the flame.

 (End of this chapter)