NOVPUBEven though Hyperion had mentioned from the beginning that he was taking them on the ’Baby Bus’, the Bingxue Witch thought he was joking until they actually followed through.
Pranay also became cryptic, and it was difficult to determine what he was truly thinking just by sight.
If they hadn’t all been Shadow World Challengers, clearly aware of each other’s backgrounds and loyalties, she might have thought Pranay was betraying them because he feared facing Blasphemy Lord in combat.
"I, Antanas, am incorruptible. Why would I need so many rewards? I’m just waiting for the Shadow World’s welfare."
Antanas hoped the Shadow World would remember she was a newbie, so if she ever faced it again in her lifetime, they would pair her with stronger teammates.
The lack of rewards didn’t matter much, for the long-lived Demon Race, just surviving and successfully completing the Shadow World was a fortune in itself. Staying alive in the Eighth-order Shadow World could ensure a level up from 81 to 82, which was a substantial gain.
"Also, we aren’t just messing around, we’ve tied up many from the Great Demon Clan in the Demon King’s Castle, confusing them. If this world was left with only strings and pure breeds, then the idea of a harmonized unity would be realized. We are playing an important role in the Demon World now."
Antanas put down the wine glass, blinked, and leaned back on the couch making light of the situation.
It looked like they were subpar horses, but they performed like top-tier ones.
By that time, their top-tier horse, Lanci, could go berserk with Cat Boss.
"So Artemis, don’t worry. Just stick with us. If the Goddess of Destiny wants you to win, it’d be hard for you to lose."
Antanas was comforting the Bingxue Witch.
The Goddess of Destiny had transparently arranged their leader, so what was there to worry about?
"Alright."
The Bingxue Witch picked up the teacup, slightly parted her rouge lips, and sipped the fragrant, overflowing flower tea.
She, too, had drained her cup.
At most, she would face a few snide remarks from Talia.
But with Antanas and the others transformed like this, the Bingxue Witch believed that the noble Princess Talia of the Demon Clan must already be accustomed to such oddities.
"Artemis, you’re right—we might just be related to the third mission."
Pranay contemplated.
Looking at the Shadow World information overlapping with the glass, he agreed.
[Mission Objective 1: Protect the small spark left by Calila.]
[Mission Objective 2: Understand the mind of the Black Sun Lankros: 2.71%. (Incomplete)]
[Mission Objective 3: All challengers must survive until the end of the 21-day limit.]
Meanwhile, hundreds of kilometers away from Demon King’s Castle Necaris.
Hyperion was also looking at this newly changed Shadow World information.
Here, far from the hustle and bustle of Necaris and Lisi Islands, all that met the eye were colorful wildflowers swaying in the breeze. Below the cliff was an unending abyss, shrouded in mist, seemingly stretching to the horizon.
She was worried.
The frequent changes in the second mission objective caused her faint palpitations.
In her view, understanding the mind of the Black Sun Lankros was not a good thing.
The Black Sun Lord had endured too much inhuman torture, and no one knew what state he would be in at the end.
If anyone could quickly understand the Black Sun Lord, it would certainly be Lanci playing his role.
What would be the outcome of full understanding?
Hyperion was terrified.
At any cost, she didn’t want Lanci to fall into darkness.
Hyperion shook her head firmly, determined to keep moving forward.
They were destined to be companions, and she would always support Lanci, bringing tranquility to his heart.
The fresh air was filled with the scent of flowers and herbs.
In this sea of flowers on the cliff, Hyperion was cautiously following the route marked by Pranay, heading toward Purgatory City Pasquale.
After traveling several more kilometers,
Hyperion found a flat rock to sit on, pulling out a clean handkerchief from her backpack and carefully placing the little grey cat on it. 𝓃𝓸𝓋𝓅𝓊𝒷.𝓬𝓸𝓂
The little guy had been quiet the whole way, quietly curled up in her arms, his gem-like eyes warily surveying the surroundings.
Hyperion was always concerned whether the little grey cat was still alright, having to take it out from her chest to check frequently.
"Tamisha, it’s time to eat."
Hyperion gently said to the little grey cat, careful not to scare her.
The grey kitten remained lifeless, ignoring Hyperion.
Hyperion felt that before she could develop a good relationship with Tamisha, it was impossible to see her in her human form.
Tamisha would not revert to her Demon Race appearance before lowering her guard, preferring to die committed to her feline disguise.
Hyperion had only learned about Tamisha’s circumstances from Antanas early this morning.
When True Night Lord Esmode was pregnant with her, Tamisha’s father, Mist Sir Orion, had already fallen at the front lines.
Later, as the Blood Clan stormed into Demon King Castle Necaris, True Night Lord Esmode, fulfilling her duties from the Great Demon Clan, was severely injured while pregnant.
To assist True Night Lord Esmode in safely giving birth to this unfortunate child of hers and the Mist Sir, Calila split some of her Life Soul.
After giving birth to the twin sisters, True Night Lord Esmode also swiftly passed away.
The more lively and approachable elder sister was fostered by the retired Lord Raeming for care.
The colder, more solitary younger sister was personally cared for by Calila.
Yet, as Calila was busy with the affairs of the Demon World, she frequently left her alone in the Demon King Palace.
