NOVPUBOutside the heavy golden gate of the Sinola Special Prison Cell in the fifth floor below Herram Prison.
Hyperion watched as the Great Love Poet and Antanas entered the semi-transparent boundary of the prison cell, a lump forming in her throat.
Even during their previous time at Purgatory Corridor Academy, they hadn’t come into contact with a real, unfamiliar ancient Great Demon Clan.
The Bingxue Witch, knowing that Hyperion had grown up in human society and was unfamiliar with the culture of the Demon Race Kingdom or the characters and behaviors of the upper-class Aristocrats of the Demon World, had emphasized to her—
For the Demon Tribe, taking away the lives of other creatures doesn’t need reason, nor does it clog their conscience. If they get a sudden whim, they act on it.
Even though at times, members of the Demon Tribe appear to hide their nature and try to act like humans, in reality, they’re just two types of human-shaped beings that happen to look alike.
According to the Bingxue Witch, both Law Breaker Sinola and Truth Pullane are from a Great Demon Clan with cruel and violent tendencies. In their eyes, not just humans, but even weaker demons are ants. A slight offence towards them wouldn’t even be noticed before death arrives.
To Law Breaker Sinola and Truth Pullane, any Protoss who enters the special cell is an enemy, even if they remain tightlipped.
Perhaps Antanas could block Sinola for a short while, but Sinola had severely restrained Antanas; it was almost impossible to rely on Antanas for any significant protection.
Once the idea of taking them out of the prison under a slave contract is proposed, they will likely fall into a state of rage. They could even forcibly break the barrier seal and possibly charge out of their cell to chase and kill, regardless of the consequences.
Therefore, standing outside the cell was still very dangerous.
Hyperion’s nerves were stretched taut, maintaining the highest alert. If things went awry, she would retract the Great Love Poet and run away with them at the earliest.
In the high-dimensional observation space.
The Bingxue Witch stood up from the couch.
The Bingxue Witch watched as the Great Love Poet led Antanas into one of the cells on the fifth floor below. Even if she couldn’t ascertain the situation inside the cell, she knew what was imprisoned in there.
"Didn’t you say not to provoke Sinola and Pullane?"
She had already clearly explained the risks to Hyperion, but she didn’t know why Hyperion was allowing the boy called Lanci to run wild.
Even if Lanci was able to control the summon who looked like Talia, it wouldn’t be useful against Sinola. Sinola was not an intimate princess friend like Antanas.
From past conversations between Hyperion, the Great Love Poet, and Antanas on the fourth floor, she could deduce that they were doing well in Protoss now. They could easily take Antanas away. They didn’t need to release both Law Breaker Sinola and Truth Pullane as sacrifices to draw fire.
The Bingxue Witch didn’t think Hyperion was an easily swayed girl; she was full of reason and should know what can be done and what can not.
The only explanation was that Hyperion had too much unconditional trust in that boy.
"Loren...!!"
The Bingxue Witch glared at Loren.
In her eyes was the anger of a beloved disciple being fooled away by a bad man.
And that bad man was a student taught by Loren himself!
"..."
Loren buried his head, pretending to observe the terrain of Herram Prison, but in reality, he was soaked in cold sweat, every second felt like a year.
He wasn’t entirely sure what this priest’s mission entailed, but one could sense the wrath of the Bingxue Witch.
Lanci was clearly engaged in a potentially fatal course of actions with Hyperion, ignoring the warnings of the Bingxue Witch.
Loren could surmise that the situation in the Northern Continent was dire. The presiding Bishop of Destruction, Ivanos, and the Archbishop of Decay, Fa Mo, from the South Continent had been more active over the last few months. The plotting of the Rebirth Church continued unabated, and it was clear that the Church of the Goddess of Destiny in the North had no strength left to intervene in affairs of the South.
As a result, Juliana of Arolan Kingdom did not have the resources to leave her kingdom, let alone visit him in Hutton Kingdom. Even though she had declared her intentions to personally come to Hutton Kingdom to bargain with him regarding the previous "date" and "academic visit accident", the political climate prevented this eventuality.
This gave Loren a sigh of relief.
If Juliana were to vent her fury in Ichrite, the women he could not handle in Hutton Kingdom would probably be extremely upset.
Fortunately, he doubted Juliana would honor their ridiculous bet and meet him for a date in the Royal Capital, or else the whole place would surely explode.
Retreating a step back, the current deadlock between the North and South continents could not be broken in a short time. This was a kind of balance, preventing the eight-order powerhouses of their alliance from making reckless movements.
However...
What in the world was Lanci planning? What did breaking out of prison have to do with his research on the stone tablets?
The only thing that Loren could be thankful for was that Lanci was just a student at the Ichrite Wise Academy and not his own personal disciple. If a major incident broke out, it would not implicate his Church, where he served as the Great Priest.
Thinking in this way, although the present time was difficult, if they could endure this examination, everything would get better.
The Paladin looked confusedly at the Bingxue Witch and then at Loren, unsure of what had happened.
But at this point, following Loren’s lead seemed like the right choice.
"My dear friend, what troubles you?", the Paladin asked himself.
…
As the Great Love Poet and Antanas stepped into Sinola’s Special Prison Cell, they embarked into a dark, confined space. The only light came from the dim illumination of ventilation holes on the dome ceiling, casting hazy beams of light across an empty space.
In a dim shadow, a vague silhouette sat silently in the far depths of the prison cell.
With a waterfall of hair as deep as a moonlit night cascading down her shoulders, her complexion was as pale as the frost beneath the moonlight. Without the Demon Race’s characteristic features, she looked unrestricted by the many chains that lay upon her. She sat there peacefully, her eyelids quietly sealed off, as if unwilling to observe the world.
Her posture was graceful, her spine elegantly erect, her hands softly lying on her lap. Even though she was dressed in a prison robe adorned with a restrictive curse mark, she carried the appearance of a woman wearing a long gown.
Despite her outward elegance, the powerful aura she exuded was permeated with a deathly magic power, unspoken, but enough to chill any living being to the bone.
Nevertheless, Antanas and the Great Love Poet proceeded to walk towards her without hesitation.
Sinola had no reaction to the two intern prison guards’ arrival; she simply dismissed their presence.
Without Antanas’s intel, Lanci would barely contemplate that such a Demon Race was closing her eyes to veil her weakness.
Just as when Lanci first encountered Talia in Nanwantina, it would have been very hard to imagine her having such a hearty appetite.
