NOVPUBIt is said that in the Protoss Empire, there are not a few people who possess a trace of Demon Race bloodlines.
Indeed, the bloodline of the Demon Race easily bestows stronger magic talents than ordinary humans, but it may also cause extreme personality changes due to the Demon Race’s character. 𝚗ov𝚙𝚞𝚋.c𝚘m
In the Protoss Empire, an environment where the Demon Race is inherently shunned, it is even easier for people to become gradually difficult to get along with.
The young girl quietly waited until Hyperion approached without uttering a word.
"Miss Michela, I’m Milian, and starting from today, I will be living here."
Hyperion introduced herself in a friendly manner.
Michela looked Hyperion up and down with her eyes.
"Are you my older sister?"
Michela looked somewhat disappointed, moving away her slightly indifferent gaze.
"!"
Hyperion was taken aback.
This familiar feeling reminded her of Ichrite, her hometown.
Ever since her father disappeared, the people who used to look down on her, yet dared not express it openly, suddenly became more disrespectful, expressing their malice towards her unabashedly. This made her realize the fickleness of human nature.
After arriving in the Northern Continent, she had finally met someone not so friendly towards her.
"Come with me."
Michela coldly dropped this remark and went into Hyperion’s room by herself. She seemed to have already ventured into the guest room where Hyperion was going to stay.
"..."
Hyperion didn’t utter a word and followed Michela with a stiff upper lip.
She had promised Count Milford to take care of Michela.
Even if Michela was stubborn, she would still be accommodating towards her.
She had long been accustomed to forbearance in her meaningful days in Ichrite.
Hyperion passed through this already opened room. The interior was as elegant and luxurious as the living room. A large bed laden with a silk quilt embroidered with imperial classical patterns was at the center. A wide long desk and a cotton cushion chair incorporated into a wall-side cabinet, on which various living magic devices were placed.
Meanwhile, Michela’s voice rang out again in front of Hyperion.
"Although you’re quite beautiful, don’t let others disrespect us Milford family. An Earl’s Daughter should have the demeanor of an Earl’s Daughter."
With no hint of a smile on her face, Michela said this while observing Hyperion.
Behind Michela, several brand-new gift boxes from various shops were displayed on the sofa. It seemed like they contained some winter clothes and unique jewelry from Milford Jewelry Shop.
"Is this...for me?"
Hyperion was uncertain for a moment, her lips slightly parted in surprise, pointing at those gifts.
"I didn’t buy much, I was worried you wouldn’t like it."
Seeing Hyperion’s hesitant expression, Michela confirmed with a nod.
"Thank you, Michela..."
A touch of gratitude emerged amidst Hyperion’s surprise.
She suddenly felt a similarity between Michela and Count Milford.
"You must abide by the rules in our home. If you think there is a problem with the rules, you can raise it, and we will discuss it together."
Seeing that Hyperion was not as tense as before, Michela told her.
"Alright."
Hyperion patiently listened to Michela lecturing with reasonable advice.
"We have dinner at six in the evening at our home. Don’t be late, or our father, mother, and I will wait for you before we start eating."
Michela continued to explain the rules of their home to Hyperion.
"…...Ok."
Hyperion thought for a moment. The consequence of being late was that the entire family would wait for her.
"Besides, in our home, it’s forbidden to discriminate against anyone with Demon Race bloodline, whether it’s the servants in the house or our mother and me."
After Michela finished speaking, she pondered for a moment, nodding as if there weren’t any other rules.
"Understood."
Hyperion nodded.
She had no reason to discriminate against the Demon Race, and surprisingly, there were fewer rules in the Milford family than she had expected.
Now, she used the ancient Demon Realm technique [Transformation: Human] that she and Lanci obtained at the Purgatory Corridor Academy. Even the empire cannot detect that she is a Half-Demon. But in the Protoss Empire, disguising one’s race was a capital crime.
Hyperion couldn’t tell Michela that she was actually a Half-Demon, and in Michela’s eyes, Hyperion was just a pure human.
Seeing Hyperion readily agreeing, Michela shift her gaze away again.
"It’s a good thing you’re only staying in this house for a week."
She mumbled to herself, her brows furrowing slightly.
"..."
Hyperion’s heart cooled down by half.
As expected, being a sudden guest at Michela’s home, she was prone to being disdained and rejected.
However, Michela scanned Hyperion’s room.
"This room is too small, what on earth was father thinking... giving you a guest room... But we’re leaving for Herram in a week, you’ll have to bear with it for now."
Michela complained with a frown, clearly dissatisfied with her father’s arrangement.
"..."
A slight sourness welled up in Hyperion’s eyes. During her time in Ichrite as Miss Duchess, she never had such a nice sister.
Contrary to that, after arriving in the Northern Continent, becoming a priestess without any noble status, she always felt warmth.
Michela was a good child. It might be because of her father’s stoic demeanor that her own expressiveness was a bit off.
In any case, the Milford family were all good people.
"Don’t embarrass me when we get to the imperial capital."
Michela looked at Hyperion’s slightly fragile appearance as she spoke.
