NOVPUB"Don’t wear Lanci out too much."
Hyperion thought that Lanci probably didn’t know yet that this time Shadow World would require entry of four more Eighth-order Great Demons.
If the start again was divided into different locations, Lanci might have to scratch his head, wondering why the difficulty had increased so much.
In the distance, the city-state’s lights flickered like stars fallen to the mortal world.
The two chatted for a while, and Hyperion also felt relaxed by the optimistic Antanas, no longer feeling so tense.
"So Hyperion, the most important thing is to get good rest, don’t put pressure on yourself, you always have too much on your mind, what you need is someone like Lanci who can give you a complete sense of security, even if you become lazy and unmotivated, it doesn’t matter, only this way can you heal your long-term psychological trauma," Antanas said, patting Hyperion on the shoulder.
She had once been a doctor in the Demon World, and also offered psychological counseling.
In Herram Underground Prison, she had seen Lanci talk to all the Great Demons and the prison wardens one by one, but Lanci hardly spoke much to her because her mental state was healthy and she didn’t need Lanci’s care.
"Can I really relax a bit..."
Hyperion asked hesitantly, glancing at the teacher who had been quietly reading a magazine on the sofa for a long time.
"Hyperion, think of it as if you are going on a trip, let the adults handle the tasks of the Allied Forces, you just need to provide good cover for us."
Snow Witch said without looking up, still elegantly and slowly turning the pages of her book,
"Antanas is right, what you should do now is treat this place as your own home in Ichrite, learn how to naturally blend into the Cerryti Empire, for example, leisure and entertainment can sometimes become a good way to gather information."
She instructed.
Snow Witch was well aware of Hyperion’s capabilities.
Her last mission in infiltrating Herram had already pushed Hyperion to her limits.
This trip to the Cerryti Empire was actually Artemis’s mission; Hyperion was merely an assistant.
Plus,
Snow Witch, due to a slight personal motive, also wanted to investigate in the Capital Bulerida of Crystal to see if there were any traces of "that" man.
There was a mysterious Cardinal Bishop whose whereabouts had always closely matched Loren’s. Some unscrupulous media had even begun to suspect Loren as the Cardinal Bishop, even fabricating stories about the last Cardinal Bishop of the Rebirth Church being a man shrouded in a storm.
It was only when Loren had died in battle recently that this speculation was proven utterly baseless.
Maybe it was the last thread of hope that left Artemis unable to distinguish whether she was expecting or fearing.
It should be... Loren is not in Bulerida now, is he?
"That so," Hyperion nodded as if enlightened.
"Come see if there are any good programs."
Antanas leaned back on the sofa, and as soon as she made contact, her whole body seemed to sink into the soft sofa.
Hyperion followed her and sat down next to her.
Pranay and Sinola were preparing dinner. 𝔫𝔬𝖛𝖕𝔲𝖇.𝖈𝖔𝖒
One was cooking, the other chopping vegetables.
The living room’s crystal screen image kept changing under Hyperion’s remote control.
It finally stopped after a while.
Apparently, this channel had content that seemed to attract her.
The screen showed a program preview.
[At 8:00 PM, we will promptly bring you the live broadcast of "Holy War Romance" from Brielda Opera House.]
[First-time special performance content is openly announced, please tune into Bulerida Arts Channel.]
[17 minutes and 34 seconds until the start...]
"Isn’t this the novel I gave you last time?"
Snow Witch, sitting on a single-seater sofa at the side, looked up at the screen, then at Hyperion.
She remembered that it was she who had initially taken the book off the shelf, giving it to Hyperion to pass time on the journey from Aestheland Kingdom to Protoss Empire.
Unexpectedly, more than half a year later, its stage play adaptation was already viewable in the Southern part of the South Continent.
"This book," Hyperion had, in turn, given to Talia, "nearly caused an accident..."
Antanas, unable to contain her excitement, blurted out and turned her head to speak but was abruptly silenced as Hyperion covered her mouth from behind.
"What?"
The Snow Witch looked at Antanas and Hyperion, puzzled.
"It’s nothing! What kind of accident could a book possibly cause!"
Hyperion laughed it off and made sure to keep Antanas’s mouth well covered.
She cared about Talia’s reputation more than anyone else.
That day, when Tata had caught Lanci by the neck, demanding he read a highly embarrassing script, was an incident they definitely did not want the Demon Race to know about!
"..."
The Snow Witch didn’t pay much attention, as she always perceived Talia as very steady and proper, likely having little interest in such readings; and Antanas, often exaggerating when gossiping, probably made it seem more startling than it was.
"Then I really want to see what level the real-life stage adaptation holds in the Cerryti Empire."
She picked up her teacup, took a light sip, and muttered to herself.
During the Cyrus Empire era, a group of wealthy Cyrus people founded the Brielda Opera House initially located in the bustling district of Bulielda City State; in 1662, the opera house was relocated to its current location, the heart of The Capital Bulerida of Crystal of the Cerryti Empire, with the new building designed by the renowned architect Ulti Strezini.
After more than a hundred years of development, the Brielda Opera House had become one of the most renowned landmarks in the Southern part of the South Continent.
Like the Ducal Oseta Square in Brielda First Station located on the suburbs, also designed by the half-demon imperial artisan Ulti Strezini, due to re-constructions and municipal planning issues at the time, it took many years to complete and was put to use.
From an architectural standpoint, Artemis quite enjoyed the design of the Brielda Opera House.
Though she lived year-round on the Northern Continent, residing near coastal areas of the southern realms of the Northern Continent, traveling to the South Continent was quite convenient, and she occasionally crossed the south for official duties, thus acquiring some knowledge on the geography and history of this part of the continent.
"I’m getting a bit excited too,"
Hyperion watched the countdown on the screen, speaking to Antanas.
She was a genuine reader who had finished the original.
This book’s success today could largely be attributed to each true reader like her, truly making them foundational figures.
The stage play would surely undergo some adaptations, but adaptation was not misrepresentation, storytelling was not fabricating; she would catch any flaws in the stage performance.
"It’s said that the top imperial director Abigail supervises, and the entire Brielda Opera House is a professional team. The actors have undergone hundreds of hours of rehearsal; the previous shows were all successful, and generally speaking, no stage accidents are expected this time, and the performance effect is definitely top-notch."
Antanas pulled out a magazine from under the coffee table, flipped through it, and started explaining.
"Won’t the actors be too tired?"
Hyperion eyed the planned start time, feeling that director Abigail might be too harsh on the lead actor.
"Professional actors should be fine, and if really needed, the director would surely call up friends for substitutes, there should always be backup plans ready, after all, it’s a public performance."
Antanas was unconcerned.
"What’s that?"
Sinola walked over with a plate of freshly cut fruits and placed it on the coffee table before their sofa, noticing they were deeply engrossed in a conversation.
"It’s that ’Cute Enough to Eat,’ after you and Pranay finish cooking, come quickly to watch."
Antanas introduced briefly.
Mentioning "Holy War Romance," Sinola might need a moment to recall which book it was, as Sinola read a lot; but the mention of "Cute Enough to Eat" made him instantly know what it was.
Pranay glanced over from behind the island in the kitchen.
"Oh, I’ll be right there!"
Sinola nodded and scampered back towards the kitchen behind the living room.
Gathering with friends around the screen for dinner later and watching this mouth-watering performance would certainly make for a delightful evening!
