NOVPUBThe checkpoint in front of the Void Teleport Gate was also the last safety checkpoint.
"Given the absolute security of the prison, even if an intern prison guard encounters a life-threatening situation in the intermediate level, rescue is not guaranteed. If you are seriously injured, disabled, or killed due to insufficient ability, the prison side will not be responsible. You have all signed the acknowledgment when you applied for the internship topic, have you confirmed it?"
The prison guard dressed in Herram’s uniform sternly stared at the students led by Hyperion, holding a stack of documents in his hand.
"No problem."
Hyperion confirmed.
Soon, the Great Love Poet who was a moment behind also nodded in agreement.
"Is she really here for an internship assessment?"
The prison guard swept over these five students, looking disdainfully at the Great Love Poet, a girl with black hair and green eyes.
The one leading them, Miss Milian Milford, was obviously the team leader, and the three silent students behind her looked rather powerful, with a peculiar aura that was bone-chilling. Only the weakest girl with black hair and green eyes by her side, seemed like she had just woken up.
However, this girl was particularly striking, unconsciously attracting people to stare at her a little longer.
"That’s just how she is, it’s fine."
Hyperion sighed.
At this moment, the Great Love Poet next to her was wearing a pitch-black mask. The structure of the mask locked her lower jaw like a gag, minimizing the effects of the Music Rhythm Magic and Language Spirit Magic emitted by her to some degree, so as not to seriously disturb others’ spirits whenever she opened her mouth.
But once she doesn’t speak, even if she doesn’t seem like she’s thinking about anything, her gaze is still gentle and bright, clearer than emerald springs, as if she holds a natural affection for everything in the world.
When she occasionally shifts her gaze, her hair and the hem of her dress gently sway, and the unique floral fragrance on her is like a soft summer lullaby or an autumn breeze blowing through the mountains, engulfing one’s heart and spleen.
The gag-like mask adds an unruly ferocity and a sense of danger to her, yet her mannerism brightly showcases her as a rare beauty of this world, this sense of mystery makes one want to explore her countenance even more.
Upon the prison guard’s question about the Great Love Poet and his overly attentive gaze, the three priests of Hegemony behind Hyperion turned their eyes, staring blankly at the guard, causing an involuntary shiver down his spine and an instinctual halt to his speech.
"…as long as you understand the risks, it’s fine."
The prison guard suddenly realized that the real core of this team was the girl with black hair and green eyes, who was revered and protected like a princess by the three priests behind her.
"…"
Hyperion looked back at these three individuals, with words unspoken.
These three were all close confidants trained by the Bishop of Hegemony and elite soldiers directly under the Hegemony Branch. They thought that Hyperion was also part of their Hegemony Branch, and had come under the order of the Bishop posing as third-year students from the Protoss Royal Magic Academy to assist Hyperion and the Great Love Poet.
Originally, having three elite Fifth-order soldiers who obeyed her commands should have been a joyful matter for Hyperion.
But the problem lied in the fact that, the day before departure, Lanci prepared new identities from Xue Yuan Province and student status in Protoss Royal Magic Academy for them. Then Lanci and the Great Love Poet gave these three direct soldiers a short-term adaptation training session.
Their gazes seem a bit off now.
Apart from loyalty and indifference, there was a hint of chaotic fanaticism in their eyes, as if they had achieved a sort of spiritual network synchronization, willing to devote everything to the Bishop of Hegemony and the Saint of Hegemony, who as considered the mother body.
This reminded Hyperion of the five members of the Soul of Fighters’ Club Team of Ichrite Academy, and she even felt that the three guys behind her seemed more terrifying.
That being said, the five members of the Soul of Fighters’ Club Team were modified based on normal, honest students...
Whereas these three direct soldiers were originally the Rebirth Church’s elite forces.
Hyperion shuddered at the thought of the level they had evolved to.
The prison guard didn’t say anything more, allowing the students to pass so that they could leave the basic level as soon as possible and enter the first underground layer of the prison.
Even though these five students looked human, and the full-proof detection of Herram Prison also showed they were pure humans, the prison guard had an inexplicable feeling that this was an elite squad made up of five members of the Demon Race.
Seeing the prison guard’s gaze, Hyperion felt as if her humanity had been inexplicably stripped away together with it. Not wanting to endure further humiliation, she quickly led the Great Love Poet and the two Divinity’s Bishops through the checkpoint and stepped into the purple void of the teleport gate.
Suddenly, this invisible pull felt like it was plunging them into an endless unknown world. Following the brief disappearance of sound and sight, and the sudden acceleration of a falling sensation, they seemed to plunge from the sky, until they slowed down and finally arrived in a whole new underground world.
…
Meanwhile, on the distant South Continent.
Hutton Kingdom, the Capital City Ekrite.
In the spring, Ichrite Academy, having shed the winter chill, welcomes the first glimmer of morning sunlight. The dawn spreads gently across the horizon, like colors gracefully arranged by an artist.
The architectural complex of the Sage Academy awakens in the morning light, dewdrops flickering on the window sills, as if each drop holds a breath of spring.
In the main building of the Sage Academy, on its fifth floor, Loren sits leisurely in his office, quietly absorbing the beautiful campus scene outside the window.
The new semester has already been underway for a month, but he feels far calmer and more placid than the last one.
His days have become almost too relaxed and carefree.
He can’t quite put his finger on what has changed.
Though occasionally, there are still some whispers about him at the school, they aren’t as outrageous as before.
"Oh, another high-ranking clergy member is about to complete their assessment? That’s great news."
Sensing something, Loren closes his eyes on his chair and vaguely perceives a distant situation using divine arts, occasionally sipping his coffee.
In the space seen from a beyond-dimensional perspective, a black-haired girl, dressed as a noble student, is taking the examination.
Loren finds her vaguely familiar, but he definitely has never seen her before.
"This time, it’s the priest of the Lady of Divine Choice, Almis..."
Loren has never seen this prison, but from the text in the scene, it should be located in Herram, the Imperial Capital of the Protoss Empire.
He quickly analyzes the situation. It seems that a priest from the Aestheland Kingdom, disguised as a noble from the Protoss Empire, has been dispatched to Herram Prison for an important assignment.
The closest person to the Protoss Empire would be Almis, who is stationed in the Aestheland Kingdom.
As for those in the Northern Continent who can assign such a high-ranking divine assignment, apart from the Lady of Divine Choice, there is only the Judgment Chief, who is likely still occupied with killing in the Calamity Servitude.
Apart from the Lady of Divine Choice who arrived first and is sitting opposite him, another vague figure of light soon appears on the other side.
They occupy the four corners, unable to communicate and their figures are made up of just clusters of light.
Though it is just an outline, the figure that newly appears in the space nods to him; Loren responds in kind.
It is the Paladin from the headquarters of the goddess of destiny in the Canberra Kingdom in The South Continent. They mutually respect each other and share a rare gentleman’s friendship. Even though Loren has never seen the Paladin’s true face beneath the armor, he believes the Paladin to be a high-minded comrade sharing similar ideals.
It takes a long time before the last assessor appears.
After a glance by the Judgment Chief, he disappears again.
The implication is likely that once he confirms the others are present, he can confidently leave.
"..."
None of the three make any comments and continue to observe the ongoing examination.
Although this examination is unexpected for the high priest and the Paladin in the South Continent, seeing Herram Prison alone lets them know that the Northern Continent must have a major need, necessitating a priest to venture into such a dangerous prison for an assignment.
Loren feels as if he has seen this priest before; it feels increasingly familiar, but he just can’t put a finger on it.
Then, as he notices the woman accompanying the priest being tested -
Although she is wearing a mask, and all that can be seen are the eyes and brows visible beneath her glossy, black hair.
But their color combination makes Loren’s hand tremble as he holds his cup.
When Loren sees the students’ shadow world nowadays, he involuntarily senses something is wrong if he discovers a black-and-green pair! He fears the clergy may be contaminated.
The female priest being examined must be Almis’s darling; she absolutely cannot be contaminated! Right now, rumors circulate in Ichrite that Loren is the leader of a heretical sect whose students brainwash the clergy with a cruelty surpassing even the Rebirth Church!
Loren takes a deep breath, contemplates for a moment, and then calms down.
Lanci isn’t a girl, after all. He must be overthinking it.
