"..."
Cat Boss peeked out from the shadows and looked at Tata.
He felt that ever since Tata had spent more ti with Lanci, she had beco increasingly abstract.
Talia hesitated for a mont, then walked up to the timid Lisandra and stroked the head of the Principal’s secretary.
"You’ve done well, Lisandra."
Talia slowly withdrew her hand.
She wasn’t sure if the real Lord Calila would act like this, but she felt that this young Demon Race child needed so care.
"Lord Calila...?"
Lisandre shrunk her neck in surprise, hugging her head, staring at the Fallen Queen.
The Great Demon Clan mber, Lord Calila, who had always been distant and unreachable, was now treating her with the kindness of a mother.
"I am no longer the Regent of the Demon World, there’s no need to be so formal with , and you don’t need to use honorifics."
Talia said with an easy-going manner.
She had long gotten used to giving up her status and accepting the reality.
There was no need to cling to the old dreams of yesterday, nor to worry too much about the future. What mattered was the present.
"Is that so?"
Lisandra still seed a bit overwheld by the favor.
The usually highly competent Lisandra was also a bit lost for words.
"By the way, Lisandra, could I trouble you to take care of Tamisha for ?"
Hyperion carefully took out a little gray cat from her bosom, gently caressing the sleeping feline before handing it to Lisandra.
The crisis had been resolved, and with Lisandra’s office close to the Principal’s Office and a secretary’s rest room, it was probably a more suitable place for the reclusive Tamisha to rest peacefully.
Hyperion realized she was indeed a terrible mother, as she had not taken good care of Tamisha all along. She would leave it to the skilful forr Court Ceremony Officer Lisandra to ensure Tamisha rested well.
"No problem, leave this child to ."
Lisandra took over the gray kitten and assured Hyperion,
"You should rest early, I’ll take Tamisha to settle down."
She didn’t plan to stay long in the Principal’s Office and soon left with a bow.
The door to the Principal’s Office closed.
It was just the Principal and a few close friends left.
At this mont, the room was filled with relief after the dangerous situation, all worries cast away to the back of their minds.
"It was really a close call, if it were the old , perhaps I wouldn’t have been able to defeat Blasphemous Lord logast."
Siegler clenched her fist and looked at the palm of her hand.
In the Northern Continent era before she was sealed, according to Lanci, she was about level 88. Since breaking through the life-threatening Seal, she had reached what Lanci referred to as level 89.
If it were daylight, the current her and logast would likely be evenly matched; it was hard to say who would win or lose.
"Siegler!"
Hyperion pounced on Siegler and didn’t want to let go,
"Thank you for protecting ; you’re the best!"
She rembered the injuries Siegler had sustained earlier and felt incredibly heartbroken. Earlier in the corridor, she didn’t know what to say to Siegler, but now she finally could embrace her.
Although Siegler had grown in size, the adorable vibe she always had never changed.
"Hyperion..."
Siegler was astonished as Hyperion held her, the warmth, the softness, and the faint fruity scent from her hair tips all palpably present in her arms.
She recalled the disdainful attitude that Hyperion held towards her back in the Northern Continent.
Observing the nearly overflowing affection from Hyperion now, Siegler realized her guess was right—
Hyperion’s feelings towards Sigrid and Siegler were starkly different.
Even if Sigrid and Siegler were actually very similar, Hyperion had completely failed to see it, showing extre double standards towards them.
"Don’t you fear now that I’ve beco so strong?"
Siegler asked tentatively.
"Now that you’re this strong, I’m relieved, you must take good care."
Hyperion hugged Siegler even tighter.
This visit to the Shadow World was probably her last chance to see Siegler.
After this, she would never see her sister again.
Just knowing that Siegler managed to live safely through tens of thousands of years ago, Hyperion could bid her farewell with a joyful heart.
"...Sister...can’t you stay with forever?"
Siegler asked innocently and naively,
Letting Hyperion hold her.
"I... I of course want to be with you forever and never be apart..."
Hyperion didn’t know how to explain, her voice faltering and becoming muffled.
" too. Next ti we et, can you promise you’ll still say the sa?"
Siegler murmured dreamily near Hyperion’s ear.
Just like being embraced by Hyperion, it felt very reassuring.
"Definitely!"
Hyperion said firmly.
Her expression filled with lancholy and reluctance.
"Then it’s a promise..."
Siegler’s voice was natural.
But a sly smile was already appearing on her face.
She was almost unable to hold back, afraid that her trembling would beco too severe and be noticed by Hyperion.
"Siegler, are you feeling cold?"
Hyperion felt Siegler trembling.
"Yes, so could you hold a bit tighter?"
Siegler believed in taking advantage while she could.
Once Hyperion saw her in the current world, she would no longer be as affectionate.
Originally, she wanted Hyperion to be the Saintess, and Hyperion was lukewarm about it.
Now with a little trick, she could make Hyperion embrace her willingly.
"Okay."
Hyperion indeed did as Siegler wished and held her even tighter.
"Could you say you love the most, sister?"
Siegler earnestly requested, whispering in Hyperion’s ear.
"I love you the most; how could you be so adorable, my Siegler."
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