Chapter 1 According to Legend

It's said that—

The eve of a festival is actually part of the festival itself.

"It really feels like winter now."

Even lying in bed, Hyperion could feel the winter holiday atmosphere outside the Saint Kreithe Monastery.

Today, the shopkeepers of Brühl will surely be busy decorating their storefronts, preparing for the sale of Moon Festival-themed goods tomorrow. The young male and female students in the monastery will be worried about how to match their outfits, and the teachers are also afraid of losing face during the monastery's grand festival.

Whenever there are grand festivals, lively scenes are bound to be staged.

"The Southern Continent is in the midst of war. That's why, when the festival comes, everyone is even more eager to revel and indulge in joy, hoping to dilute the haze in their hearts."

Talia looked at the rain and snow outside the window, which was getting smaller and smaller, and said to Hyperion.

This was also taught to her by Lanche.

She didn't have much of a concept of human festivals before.

In the second-floor bedroom, the two of them forgot the time once they started chatting. Now, glancing at the clock, they realized it was past ten in the morning.

"I hope tomorrow will be a sunny day, or at least cloudy, and not rainy, with at most a little snow."

Hyperion struck a strange pose and put her palms together.

"Hopefully."

Talia just nodded casually.

Even the Moon God, whom everyone will worship tomorrow, can't predict the weather.

Any weather doesn't affect her eating, so she doesn't care.

"By the way, Tata, you've been chatting with me for so long, and you haven't eaten anything yourself. Are you hungry?"

Hyperion suddenly realized and asked Talia.

"A little."

Talia touched her stomach.

Originally, her attention was diverted by Hyperion, but now that it was mentioned, she suddenly felt a little hungry.

Just thinking about it, her flat stomach, which her hand was touching, made a rumbling sound.

It was time to go downstairs and get some breakfast and lunch.

"Oh right, Hyperion, one more thing."

As soon as Talia thought of the others downstairs, she looked at Hyperion again.

"Your mother, Ifatia, has been found."

She almost forgot to tell Hyperion this crucial thing.

There were so many things she wanted to say that she couldn't seem to finish everything in her short chat.

Hyperion was stunned when she heard this.

As if she hadn't reacted.

She slowly raised her head, her amber eyes looking directly at Talia.

"Where is she?"

Hyperion asked with great excitement. She could no longer suppress the sudden and overwhelming emotions, and her eyes turned red.

Since she had memories, she had imagined countless times what kind of woman her mother was.

The only things she could rely on were the photos in the Duke's mansion and the Duke's paintings, the shadow of Sleeping Beauty, but she had never had a real conversation with her mother, Ifatia.

"She's downstairs."

Talia pointed to the carpet under her feet and replied.

Hyperion lifted the quilt and ran out of the door without even putting on her shoes, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.

It was as if the excruciating pain that made her bones feel like they were about to fall apart was now completely numb, or compared to the obsession of missing her, all the pain was not worth mentioning.

"Hyperion, wait."

Talia quickly chased after her, hugged Hyperion's waist, pulled her back to the bed, comforted the trembling Hyperion, grabbed Hyperion's ankles, helped her put on her shoes, made her put on her coat, and then led her downstairs together.

She understood how important this moment was for Hyperion.

It was no less than a fallen paradise coming true.

Or the wish that Hyperion had made every day since she was a child had become a reality at this moment, so much so that she didn't react the first moment she heard it.

But Hyperion needed to recuperate and detoxify. Kreithe's winter was colder than expected, and the first floor was not as warm as the second-floor bedroom. This was the moment when her resistance was the weakest, and she might really catch a cold.

"Are you cold?"

Talia led Hyperion to the corridor on the second floor, and the air instantly dropped a few degrees compared to the room.

"I, I don't know."

Hyperion's voice and palms were trembling, and she could only tighten her grip on Talia by half.

Perhaps it was because she was too nervous, or perhaps she was a little scared.

"It's okay, if you're cold, I'll hug you, if you're scared, I'll hold your hand, it's okay, let's go see Ifatia."

Talia turned sideways and hugged Hyperion, until she transferred some of the warmth in her arms to Hyperion, then continued to lead her towards the stairs.

Talia unexpectedly understood Hyperion's feelings at this moment.

Sometimes, seeing an old friend, this sudden reunion may bring fear, because they will be afraid of losing what they have regained, afraid that she will suddenly disappear again, afraid of never seeing her again.

"Thank you, Tata."

Hyperion shook her head, stabilized her breathing a little, and followed Talia.

There were thousands of words she wanted to say to the gray-haired woman in front of her, but she knew that she couldn't say them all at this moment.

In fact, with Talia around, she wouldn't be afraid. It wasn't the imaginary biological mother who really gave her maternal love, but Talia, who stayed by her side day and night.

Talia and Hyperion came to the second-floor living room, walked down the staircase connecting to the second-floor living room, and slowly saw the entrance to the spacious reception room on the first floor.

Around eleven o'clock on a winter morning, a ray of cold sunlight shone through the French windows, spilling onto the Elsayar Sanctuary emblem carpet in the living room.

Ifatia sat blankly in front of the leather sofa, staring blankly at the program playing on the screen, without the usual smile on her face.

She fiddled with thin and flexible bamboo sticks, thin paper dyed in various colors, and translucent oiled paper, absentmindedly making handicrafts for the Moon Festival.

Tomorrow, many Imperials will release moon lanterns at the Saint Kreithe Monastery, letting the moon lanterns float into the silver moon under the night sky, praying for the blessing of the Moon God and blessing them with peace and health in the new year.

The living room was quiet, with only the ticking of the clock.

After a while, light footsteps near the stairs attracted Ifatia's attention.

Hyperion slowly came to the living room, looking at the young woman on the sofa.

Their eyes met. The two women looked about the same age, both with beautiful silver hair, but Ifatia's was shorter and even more playful.

"..."

Hyperion stood still at the staircase entrance, staring at Ifatia without blinking, wanting to imprint her mother's face deeply in her mind.

Ifatia timidly met her daughter's gaze.

She opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything.

After so many years, how should she face this child she had abandoned?

Guilt, regret, and longing surged into her heart like a tide.

Ifatia clenched her hands tightly.

The two of them just stared at each other from a few meters away, tears welling up in their eyes.

The air in the living room seemed to freeze.

"Go."

Talia had already let go of Hyperion's hand, patted her on the back, and even gently pushed her forward.

After a long time, Hyperion seemed to stagger before taking a step and walking towards her mother.

Her tears burst out, leaving two tear marks on her cheeks.

One step, two steps, she ran to Ifatia, stretched out her arms, and hugged her mother.

"Mom!"

Hyperion cried out, burying her head in Ifatia's shoulder.

"Hyperion, you called me Mom...? Don't you hate me?"

Ifatia mechanically hugged her daughter back, tears uncontrollably wetting Hyperion's hair.

Hyperion's voice was like a sharp blade, cutting through her heart inch by inch.

Ifatia didn't know how to start asking for her daughter's forgiveness.

Her seemingly capricious choice had caused unimaginable harm to Hyperion. When Ifatia understood this, her daughter had already grown up.

"How could I hate you? I've missed you for more than six thousand days."

Hyperion hugged her sobbing petite mother, and her heart ached as much as hers.

In her childhood, she had dreamed countless times of her mother returning, holding her hand, and taking her to the South Vantina Territory to see the sea.

"I...I..."

Ifatia choked up, unable to breathe, let alone speak clearly.

Whenever she remembered those Ikari words, she would reach out to the old times, that happiness that she once had but could no longer find.

Alone, some words were difficult to understand, this longing was unspeakable, fearful, and infinitely pitying.

Then there was a long silence.

Only sobs echoed in the living room.

"Why are you two crying like this?"

Talia walked over and looked at the two of them helplessly and smiled.

The two of them, who missed each other so much, were unexpectedly restrained when they met, and couldn't say anything for a long time.

"Take your time, don't rush."

Only Talia understood their feelings, sitting next to them, holding one hand each, stacking them together, to make them feel at ease.

To Talia, Hyperion and Ifatia were like children, and like younger sisters.

"Hyperion, I, I really didn't abandon you because I didn't love you, it's just that many years ago, I didn't fully understand human emotions, I didn't realize what kind of harm this would cause to a child in human society."

Ifatia lowered her head, closed her eyes tightly, and said to Hyperion.

Since when?

She wanted to see Hyperion more and more.

If it were a demon child like herself, even if she had no parents since childhood and was thrown into the Demon King's Palace, she would not feel any longing for her parents at all.

But it's not the same for humans.

"I know, I know everything, Father told me a long time ago. Father wasn't lying to me, after all, he's the one who knows you best."

Hyperion shook her head, rubbed Ifatia's cheek, and replied.

"Woo—Hyperion, why don't you scold me a few times, I'm so sorry for you, wuwuwu."

Ifatia cried like a tearful person, sobbing while hugging Hyperion tightly.

She was not only sorry for Hyperion, but also sorry for Mikaiah.

Even though she was so incompetent, Mikaiah was always saying good things about her, and raised her daughter into such a kind and sincere woman.

Ifatia had never thought that when she saw her daughter again, her daughter would already be taller than her.

"No, I've never hated you, I think of you day and night."

Hyperion sobbed and denied.

"Wuwu, I will never leave you again, we will be together forever."

Ifatia could no longer control her emotions.

Hyperion's cry warmed her heart and echoed in her heart.

"Mom..."

When Hyperion heard Ifatia cry, she also wanted to cry, and when Ifatia heard Hyperion cry, she couldn't stop her tears even more.

"You two patients, you need to rest well."

Talia wiped away their tears and patted their backs at the same time to comfort them.

In a trance, time seemed to flow backwards.

Mother and daughter embraced each other like this, letting their tears flow, talking about their feelings, their longing, and endless words.

Outside the window, rain and snow fell, and the courtyard was covered in a silver coat.

The sky was like clouds smeared with lead, boundless and uninteresting.

But lighthearted voices, cheerful voices, sometimes echoed in the living room of the winter mansion.

In this world where the French windows turned into a gray and white curtain, their energetic and cheerful voices sounded particularly clear.

For a long time.

Ifatia finally released her hands holding Hyperion's arms.

"Whose daughter is this? She's so beautiful."

Ifatia choked and said, gently stroking her daughter's cheek, she couldn't help but sigh.

"You gave birth to her."

Hyperion burst into tears and laughed.

Although Ifatia's personality was a little different from what she had imagined, not the dignified and cool duchess, but she was much easier to get along with than she had imagined. She was like a woman who was more lively than Bian Antanas, and could become friends with her immediately.

"When I go back to Ikari, no one will dare to bully my daughter again."

Ifatia and Hyperion looked at each other and smiled, with new hope in their tearful eyes.

She heard Antanas and Cinora say that Hyperion had a hard time after Mikaiah disappeared. It was only when she met Lanche that she started to get better. Later, although her reputation was tied to Lanche, no one dared to provoke Hyperion, and a good friend named Frey was always helping them. In the end, they all got the title of the Thugs Trio of the Royal Capital.

Ifatia was very curious about their stories in the royal capital.

They wanted to return to Ikari with their relatives and friends, and start a new life together.

Before that, all that was left was to end the turmoil, end the war, and find Mikaiah.

"Where are Antanas and the others?"

Hyperion wiped away her tears and looked around the living room.

After going downstairs, she didn't see anyone else in the mansion.

It wasn't an illusion, but Ifatia was probably the only one left on the first floor of the mansion.

"The four of them went back to the Karchi Gallery at 84 Charing Cross Road to report to the Allied forces. Currently, they have to help Lanche and Miss Unity resolve the misunderstanding, so that the Allied intelligence personnel stationed in Brühl can also become our allies."

Ifatia looked at Hyperion and Talia and replied.

Earlier, when Talia and Hyperion were upstairs, the others had left one after another, each busy with their own things.

"Where's Sid?"

Talia looked around again and found that the kitchen was already closed.

It seemed that after everyone had finished breakfast, Lanche had probably taken the cat boss to class. Today was his work day.

Everyone was very busy.

Yesterday was a rare Sunday.

Today was Monday.

The holidays would start again tomorrow because of the Moon Festival.

There were especially many holidays in the Kreithe Empire at the end of the year. For example, the National Day at the end of the month would have a week off, plus the original weekend before, for a total of nine days off.

"Sid Sister...Miss, she went to the Pantheon of Brühl. It seems that she wanted to worship the Goddess of Fate. According to custom, it's better to worship the Goddess of the Moon tomorrow. Sid's most devoted god is also the Goddess of the Moon, so if you want to worship the Goddess of Fate, it's best to go today."

Ifatia was too relaxed and almost misspoke, but fortunately she changed her words.

"Worshiping the Goddess of Fate, huh..."

Hyperion murmured.

She and Talia had also roughly talked about Sid upstairs.

Now they had all discovered that this Miss Sid was actually Sigrid of the Batian Church in the Northern Continent. Otherwise, there was no way to explain Sid's so powerful strength.

On the way downstairs, Talia also told her that it was Sigrid who saved her mother. Without Sigrid's wolf blood, Ifatia would still be hiding in the underground ice cave palace of the Brühl Mafia, enduring the torment of the Blood King's Divine Fire every day.

As early as when she met the Ice and Snow Witch teacher, Hyperion knew that the Batian Church had reached a friendly cooperation with the Church of the Goddess of Fate. She understood that the Batian Church was not an enemy, and now she couldn't hate the straightforward and generous Batian Church.

Despite this, she still felt complex emotions in her heart towards this woman.

"Those who worship the Goddess of Fate, or rather, those who dare to worship the Goddess of Fate, are not bad people. That's what I believe anyway."

Talia always remembered such a saying.

The divinity of the Goddess of Fate lies in the fact that as long as you pray to her, she will have the power to slightly interfere with your fate, and the more devoutly and longer you pray, the more your heart will be conveyed to her.

Swearing to the gods is a very solemn matter, and people believe that the gods will hear it.

You must not say anything randomly when swearing to each god, whether these gods still exist and whether they can interfere in the world, as it may lead to karma.

It's a bit mysterious, but there are occasional confirmations.

"At first, when I heard that you and she get along like friends, I only felt incredible, but now that I think about it, maybe I don't know Sigrid well enough."

Hyperion reflected.

But recalling her time with Sigrid of the Batian Church in the Northern Continent, and her encounter with Miss Sid, who was actually disguised as Sigrid, in the mansion, Hyperion felt that even if she wanted to get along well with Sigrid, the other party probably wouldn't like her very much.

After all, from Sigrid's perspective, she should be an incompatible little cleric.

"Actually, Sid is quite easy to get along with."

Talia originally wanted to tell her that Sigrid had also stayed up all night to watch over Hyperion last night, but seeing Sigrid's appearance of hiding from Hyperion, it seemed that Sigrid didn't want Hyperion to know that she liked her, so Talia didn't say it.

Let them talk about their own things, Talia wouldn't interfere with anything.

Because sometimes, the answer that others tell you directly is wrong, only what you realize yourself is right.

"I will sincerely thank her for saving my mother."

Hyperion nodded affirmatively.

They could always meet in this mansion.

Since Sigrid went to the Pantheon to worship the Goddess of Fate and would also worship the Goddess of the Moon tomorrow, then she and she would definitely have something to talk about.

In the Kreithe Empire, there was no special Church of the Goddess of Fate. If you wanted to find a statue of the Goddess of Fate, you could only find it in the Pantheon, where there were statues of all the gods, and Imperial clerics who believed in various gods were responsible for maintaining it.

Hyperion had also always admired the Pantheon of Kreithe, an ancient site famous in the Southern Continent.

The Kreithe Empire actually believed in the God of War, but in addition to the Temple of the God of War, which Kreithe had newly built in the last hundred years, the more popular one was actually the ancient building of the Elsayar Sanctuary, the Pantheon, where most clerics and believers carried out their activities.

"Come to think of it, Elsa went to the Pantheon last time too."

Ifatia tapped her finger on her lips and thought.

That day, Landry's younger sister Elsa's afternoon itinerary plan was very simple. She would go to the Pantheon as usual to pray to the goddess for a while, and then return to school. As a result, she suddenly disappeared, which led to Lanche taking the Griffin Miss Ursula to the Brühl Mafia to find her.

It was that accident that brought Lanche and Talia into contact with Ifatia, the real hidden boss of the Brühl Mafia.

It could only be said that the vampires were plotting in the dark, and their goals were all the vampires. Sooner or later, they would meet because of the vampires.

"Elsa?"

Hyperion heard this name for the first time.

"She's Landry's younger sister. She's both a wolf clan witch and a devout cleric. You should have a lot to talk about. Maybe you'll have a chance to see her at the Moon Festival in Saint Kreithe Monastery tomorrow."

Talia told Hyperion a story.

That was before Hyperion came to Brühl, the capital of Kreithe.

The Moon Festival in Saint Kreithe Monastery tomorrow was a grand event for all students. It would be much more lively than any time in the Ikari Academy. And Lanche was currently playing the role of Landry, which was both his identity and his responsibility. As Elsa's guardian, Lanche might also have to give Elsa encouragement for the new school year. At the same time, as a professor, he also had to bless his own students.

As for Elsa's good friend, who was also the key to finding Elsa that day, the Griffin Miss Ursula, as the sister who was regarded as a disgrace to the family by Ryan, the Marquis of Amethyst of the Ninth War God, perhaps Ryan would not come to the monastery at all.

But it didn't matter. Talia believed that Lanche would definitely thank Ursula properly.

After all, when Lanche was normal sometimes, he was really reliable to his students.

"Ryan, the Marquis of Amethyst of the Ninth War God..."

Hyperion murmured this name with fear.

The young Imperial lieutenant general, brave and good at fighting, was said to be not much weaker than Philip, the Carnelian of the Seventh War God, and Konzer, the Golden Beryl of the Eighth War God. He was a leader under Violet, the Aquamarine of the Sixth War God, and made the Allied forces frightened on the battlefield.

Now these war gods had truly returned to Brühl one after another.

This giant city in the Imperial heartland was also becoming more and more dangerous every day.

"Could Father's disappearance also be related to these war gods..."

Hyperion firmly believed in her father's strength and wisdom.

If they wanted to force Duke Mikaiah into a desperate situation, it might not be possible to do it just by relying on the vampires who could only move at night.

Perhaps it would also require the assistance of the Imperial war gods to complete.

"That possibility cannot be ruled out, but Mikaiah actually came to the Kreithe Empire occasionally before you were born."

Ifatia thought for a while and told Hyperion.

"Huh?"

Hyperion looked at Ifatia in confusion.

She thought that Mikaiah was investigating Ifatia's information and finding Ifatia, so she would lose in the Kreithe Empire.

"Actually, before you were born, your father, Duke Mikaiah, had invested in a multinational company called the Wilford Chamber of Commerce. With the channels of this company, he could easily change his identity and enter the Kreithe Empire. Didn't he take you to the South Vantina Territory when you were a child?"

Ifatia explained and asked Hyperion.

"Uh, I don't remember. He did take me to the South Vantina Territory to play occasionally when I was a child, but I don't remember what I encountered in the South Vantina Territory very clearly."

Hyperion touched her head. She was just a child when she was a few years old, and her memories were as blurred as dreams.

"Maybe I can only remember it if I revisit the old place..."

Moreover, she was particularly naughty and aggressive at that time. She was bullied in the royal capital of Ikari, and could only hide at home and cry. Duke Mikaiah might also want to take her to a different environment to relax.

Unfortunately, the last time she went to the South Vantina Territory, she originally said that she was going to play at the Turquoise Coast, but she encountered the Resurrection Church's full-scale attack on the South Vantina Territory, which led to Lanche not being able to take them there.

"Wait."

Hyperion suddenly realized the more crucial point in Ifatia's words.

Wilford Chamber of Commerce?

Wasn't that Lanche's chamber of commerce?

The Wilford family became rich because of this. Even during the war, the Wilford family had special freight channels. According to Noah, it was left by a mysterious merchant more than ten years ago. That major shareholder invested in the Wilford Chamber of Commerce and helped the Wilford Chamber of Commerce establish a path that could secretly travel back and forth between the Hutton Kingdom and the Kreithe Empire.

This secret was not even known to Lanche by the family head Noah Wilford. This was a guarantee for the benefactor of the chamber of commerce and would not be exposed to anyone other than the family head. Besides Noah, only the housekeeper Hans left by the mysterious merchant knew about it.

It was not until the Wilford Chamber of Commerce was no longer working that the housekeeper Hans mentioned the past in a casual chat with Pula.

"Tata, Lanche told you about the world line that the Goddess of Fate allowed him to see, right? In that world line, a tragedy would happen to the Wilford family. This was also Lanche's original intention to come to Ikari to study and change the future of the family's destruction."

Hyperion looked at Talia. She found that Talia was also staring at her, with understanding in her golden eyes.

"I know."

Talia nodded, thinking.

The vampires and the Resurrection Church of the Kreithe Empire, the mystery of Duke Mikaiah's disappearance, and the Wilford tragedy that would happen in the future may all have unclear connections with each other.

The time when the vampires completely controlled the Kreithe Empire, the time when Duke Mikaiah was killed, and the time when the Wilford Chamber of Commerce was destroyed all coincided.

And the Wilford Chamber of Commerce was a key multinational chamber of commerce and transportation channel spanning the Hutton Kingdom and the Kreithe Empire.

This was a chain reaction.

The essence of the Wilford tragedy was that if Hyperion died, Duke Mikaiah would have a mental rift and be mentally controlled by the Third Progenitor Lashar, then the Wilford family would also become a multinational channel controlled by the vampires.

The vampires' attitude towards humans has always been to discard them after they are used.

After the value of the Wilford Chamber of Commerce was exhausted, it would naturally be cleaned up by the vampires without leaving any clues. In that failed world line, the Wilford Chamber of Commerce might have known a little too much, so it was a dead end sooner or later.

So from the beginning, Lanche's idea of bringing down his own chamber of commerce was right, but not entirely right. If the chamber of commerce was brought down, even if Duke Mikaiah was really controlled, the vampires would lose such a channel, thereby reducing the association with the Wilford family.

But after a long time, if the vampires had the spare capacity, they might also clean up the Wilford Chamber of Commerce, a small hidden danger left by Duke Mikaiah.

Bringing down the chamber of commerce was a temporary solution, not a permanent cure.

The real solution was actually to protect Hyperion, she was the real crystal.

The warm-hearted Lanche accidentally became friends with Hyperion, and after protecting her all the way, he slowly discovered that Hyperion was the one whose fate was connected with him, sharing weal and woe.

"So the major shareholder of the Wilford Chamber of Commerce was actually Duke Mikaiah."

Hyperion and Talia looked at each other, and everything was understood without words.

They finally understood all the causes and effects at this moment.

Unexpectedly, they got the clue from Ifatia's unintentional words.

"Tata, do you remember that last time we three went to the Wilford family, the old housekeeper Hans of the Wilford family seemed to know me."

Hyperion asked Talia.

Last time when she went to the Wilford family, Hyperion discovered that Hans was particularly respectful to her. She hadn't even reported her name yet, and Hans directly called her Miss Hyperion.

"I didn't pay much attention to it at the time, after all, I was already very familiar with Hans at that time."

Talia had been interacting with Lanche's old housekeeper Hans and the maid Francine a lot more than a year ago.

Now that she thought about it, it was indeed as Hyperion said.

"Hans? Isn't he from our family?"

Ifatia had been thinking for a long time, but she still couldn't understand why Hyperion and Talia were so familiar with a chamber of commerce in a border territory like the Wilford family.

Logically speaking, her sister and daughter should have been living in the royal capital of Ikari for a long time, and it was obvious that they didn't know that the Wilford Chamber of Commerce was related to the Duke Mikaiah family before. All of this had been hidden by Duke Mikaiah long ago.

"Don't you know? Lanche's full name is Lanche Wilford."

Hyperion looked at Ifatia in confusion.

"What, Brother is a child of the Wilford family?"

Ifatia asked in shock.

After she finished speaking, Ifatia covered her mouth.

"Brother?"

Hyperion's expression was even more puzzled.

She seemed to understand every word, but she didn't know what it meant when they were put together.

"I, I, I was talking about your brother. Doesn't Lanche take care of you like a brother? If I were in Ikari, I would have arranged an engagement for you when you were little."

Ifatia said with sweat on her face.

She was too careless just now, or rather, she was too relaxed.

Now she suddenly thought of one thing - when she gave birth to her child, Lanche might have just been born, and it was really embarrassing for her to regard such a child as her brother.

"This, this."

Hyperion's face turned red.

When she heard Ifatia say that she wanted to arrange an engagement for her, she didn't know what to say.

"..."

Talia looked at the two of them speechlessly.

She could understand what Ifatia and Hyperion were thinking.

Sure enough, the seniority problem of humans was very troublesome.

And the most difficult thing was undoubtedly the seniority between Ifatia and Lanche.

"Sister, I won't interfere with your and Hyperion's emotional problems. I'll support whoever wins."

Ifatia noticed Talia's gaze and felt that both her hands and the back of her hands were flesh, and firmly assured Talia.

In the past, she liked to eat melons with Antanas the most, but this time she was eating melons in her own home, and it was difficult to describe the chaos in her heart.

The more Ifatia thought about it, the weirder it became.

If Talia won, then she should call Lanche brother.

If Hyperion won, then Lanche should call her Mom.

She tentatively still could process it in her brain for now.

She was only a little afraid that Lanche would marry Talia and Hyperion, then she really didn't know what to call Lanche.

Forget it, it had come to this, she could only cheer for both of them anyway, in any case, they would be a loving family in the future.