Lanchi remained casually leaning back in his seat, watching the brilliant lights and shadows that burst forth, faded, and then burst forth again from the high platform of the Nyxaris Royal Palace.

In an instant, the royal palace burst into an uproar, and the hearts of all the demon dignitaries finally relaxed.

They all cried out in victory, revival, and hope.

This nearly lost gamble had been turned around with a desperate counterattack, and their excited hearts were filled with elation.

The great demons were all grateful that the Demon Realm truly had such an epic painter who could contend against the tenth progenitor of the Blood Clan.

They never expected that the Demon Clan's trump card painting would be even better!

"Oh."

The tenth progenitor, Ulysses, who had been calm, was briefly drawn to the painting as well.

He didn't seem too disappointed or frustrated, but rather more interested.

Following the gaze of the demons, he looked at the glory demon with emerald eyes and spark-like纹路 (wénlù, patterns).

"Lord Ulysses, this demon only has the advantage of home turf."

Viscount Giovanni, an attendant of the Blood Clan, sneered disdainfully.

Even if it was an epic, even if the tenth progenitor Ulysses's painting was better, the princess would definitely choose their Demon Clan's painting.

Moreover.

If their Blood Clan hadn't been delayed for a long time on the road and didn't have proper conditions for painting, the tenth progenitor Ulysses would have completed it even faster.

Under works of the same quality, it could only be said that Ulysses's own skills were stronger.

Besides, Marquis Ulysses hadn't used his full strength. For him, the original opponent was only Zhen Ye Qing; at most, it was just a game.

"What do you think of this painting?"

Duke Eduardo, the fourth progenitor, asked in a deep voice.

He would not blame Ulysses, because whether it was magic or magical creations, the epic level was almost the pinnacle.

"Not bad. It's quite outstanding among mortals."

The tenth progenitor Ulysses tilted his head and commented to Duke Eduardo, the fourth progenitor, in the back row.

"Is that so."

The fourth progenitor Eduardo snorted coldly, propped his chin on his hand, and said nothing more.

But his eyes did not change.

Today's ending would not change either.

"Hoo…"

Lysandra, sitting on the side of the court members on the left side of the regency hall's seating, breathed a long sigh of relief.

Until the last moment when the Fallen Qīng (Lord) unsealed the painting, she had never hoped that a painter capable of creating epic paintings could suddenly appear in their Demon Clan.

And that demon was coincidentally her neighbor, McCarthy.

At this moment, she completely understood why Her Highness the Princess chose painting from the trials filled with endless possibilities—

The princess knew better than anyone that no matter the obstacles, as long as she passed this signal to McCarthy, he would definitely win everything for her.

Time seemed to pass quickly and slowly. The praise of the demon dignitaries was like a sweet rain after a long drought, filled with endless enthusiasm and release, wanting to vent all the emotions that had been suppressed for so long.

Lysandra had no intention of admiring Mr. McCarthy's masterpiece, because the girl shining in the sunset in the painting was the most real and most beautiful princess she usually saw.

The moment the demons' exclamation rang out, she had already seen McCarthy, who was sitting on the steps, looking at the princess with approving eyes.

As if asking the princess: I did a good job, right?

Lysandra could not see any pride in him. The more the demon dignitaries cheered, the calmer he seemed.

The princess was also calmer than she had imagined.

If she had to say something.

The princess's expression at this moment was almost the same as the girl in the painting.

That was the look she would show when looking at a man she liked.

However, if there was no mirror, she would not be able to see her own expression at this moment.

After staring at Lanchi for a long time, Hyperion suddenly seemed to be awakened from her dream by the noisy sounds of the throne hall, and shifted her gaze as if waking up from a dream.

When she looked at the painting again and caught Lanchi's gaze, she only felt her heart beating so fast, so fast that she couldn't control it.

Hyperion lowered her head in a panic, trying to adjust her breathing, but felt completely unable to catch her breath, as if she had forgotten how to exhale.

"Your Highness, which painting do you want to choose?"

Fallen Qīng (Lord) Kaliella looked at the princess's blushing face and couldn't help but smile.

When all the demons panicked just now, she didn't panic and maintained the princess's absolutely dignified manner.

Now that all the demons were celebrating, the princess was afraid and no longer looked like a demon princess.

Although Kaliella knew how the princess would choose, it was still necessary for her to complete this process.

More importantly, she was very interested in hearing the princess muster up her courage—to publicly declare her answer.

"This one."

Hyperion said in a voice as soft as a mosquito's, raised her slender arm, and pointed to the painting.

"Can't hear you."

Fallen Qīng (Lord) Kaliella put her hand to her ear, tilted her head slightly, as if the hall was too noisy for her to hear the princess's words.

The moment Kaliella raised her hand, the sound waves from the demons in the hall began to gradually subside.

They understood that it was time for the Fallen Qīng (Lord) to continue presiding over the ceremony, and they turned their attention back to the high platform at the end of the throne hall, sitting back in their seats politely and maintaining the composure of the demon world's prestigious noble families.

"Alright, Your Highness, please tell me seriously, which painting's author do you want to be your husband?"

Fallen Qīng (Lord) Kaliella asked with particular seriousness and solemnity.

The quiet air made Hyperion realize what kind of scene this was even more, and she even subconsciously exerted force with her feet, wanting to stand up and escape by hiding.

However, the Fallen Qīng (Lord) was right next to her.

In front of this ninth-order great demon, she had no hope of escaping.

In extreme embarrassment, she felt her head spinning.

Hyperion knew that Lanchi was watching her, waiting for her answer.

Although she knew that it might just be a performance at this moment.

But who could tell how much was true and how much was false.

They had always been accompanying each other like that, from the beginning of their acquaintance, they were classmates, companions, best friends, and possessed the purest friendship, which was her most precious treasure.

She was afraid that when she gave her answer, everything would change.

Having only brought misfortune to those around her since she was a child, she knew that she couldn't be greedy, didn't dare to cross the line, and didn't expect to take more from Lanchi.

However, when she was now a little certain of Lanchi's feelings, she just wanted to impulsively agree to him.

She kept telling herself that it was just a small matter, but when it came to her throat, she couldn't spit it out, and she only felt that she was about to explode with shyness. She had never experienced having to say words with a meaning similar to "like" to someone since she was a child.

Next second, she would say it next second.

Hyperion clenched her fists, forcing herself to be faster.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Fallen Qīng (Lord)'s gaze was about to overwhelm Hyperion.

The waiting state of the demons present was also becoming more and more impatient, and even slight bumps became more frequent.

"Your Highness…"

Fallen Qīng (Lord)'s disappointed voice came.

Her patience seemed to be worn out.

"If the princess doesn't tell me the answer, I will choose for the princess at random."

"This one!!"

Hyperion raised her head, the awe-inspiring and resolute look in her eyes could not hide the shyness that was about to make her cry,

"I'll marry him!"

Hyperion pointed to [Painting · Her Golden Moment], as if using all the breath in her dantian, and shouted it out.

At this moment, all the demons in the entire regency hall stood up from their seats and roared with clenched fists, bowing.

(End of this chapter)