"I understand."

Kali Yala sat on the sofa in the drawing-room of the Chickel Manor, nodding.

Now it wasn't just the marriage between the Nameless Noble and the princess, but very likely it would escalate to the marriage between the Prime Minister of the Polant Empire and the princess of the Demon Realm. Announcing this news publicly at the current time would inevitably lead to speculation. It would be best to wait until the war situation stabilized somewhat before proceeding with it.

"So, Princess, do you plan to stay in the Polant Empire with him next?"

Kali Yala's lips curved into a slight smile as she looked at Hyperion.

Hyperion hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Is that not allowed?"

She looked weakly at the Fallen Noble.

Based on her understanding of the Fallen Noble, she shouldn't agree to let a princess like her just stay away so capriciously.

Even though the Shadow World was coming to an end, even if she and Lancia separated, they would soon return to the same boundary space.

But this could lead to her and Lancia being separated again when the next Shadow World began.

If possible, she still hoped that, like the previous two Shadow Worlds, Lancia would be by her side as soon as she opened her eyes, a sense of security that was very reassuring.

"Alas, of course, it's not allowed, but your escape skills are getting better and better, and I can't catch you anymore. When I go back, that's all I can say to the great demons."

Kali Yala sighed, with a sense of regret that girls couldn't be kept at home when they grew up.

"Kali Yala, thank you."

Hyperion moved half a step closer to Kali Yala, touched.

Compared to the Fallen Noble who had initially frightened her a little, the Fallen Noble had now completely become her friend.

"Well then, Princess, I'll leave her to you, Mr. Will Forte."

Kali Yala then looked at Lancia and said, but she seemed to stumble a little when she spoke Lancia's name.

The Fallen Noble felt very awkward whenever she saw him now, and she couldn't help but recall the situation when she met him in this manor a few days ago.

She, a dignified ninth-order great demon, had never been so embarrassed.

"Don't worry, Miss Kali Yala, I will protect my princess."

Lancia replied with a calm smile.

Hyperion immediately glanced at Lancia, and just as she was about to retort, she lowered her head again, as if she had wilted.

"Speaking of which, I have one last question."

Kali Yala stood up with satisfaction, but then seemed to think of something, and sat back down before saying goodbye.

"What do you see when you look at me?"

She opened her eyes and stared at Lancia, asking with great curiosity.

This question had puzzled her for a long time.

From the moment she first met Lancia's gaze in the Demon King's Castle of Nyx Ales, she felt that Lancia didn't care about her at all.

Later, she confirmed that this guy was completely immune to charm.

"..."

Hyperion also became nervous and swallowed.

The Fallen Noble's passive magic would make the Fallen Noble's appearance resemble the woman that the other party most wanted to see. For men, whoever he liked the most, the Fallen Noble should turn into that person in his eyes.

Hyperion didn't know whether the Fallen Noble's appearance that Lancia saw would be very similar to her...

Or...was it that woman from the Northern Continent?

Or maybe...was it Tata?

"You're just like yourself."

Lancia tilted his head in confusion.

It was as if he didn't understand why the Fallen Noble would ask him this question.

"Don't pretend, Nameless Noble. If you see me looking like the princess, then just admit it generously. If you don't see me looking like the princess, then who is it?"

Kali Yala asked with a hint of coldness in her eyes.

It was as if she was very dissatisfied with Lancia's feigned ignorance.

"What are you talking about? How could you look like Hyperion?"

Lancia muttered.

Hyperion's eyes immediately dimmed, as if she had understood the truth.

As expected, Lancia still liked other women more.

She felt her eyes sting a little, beyond her control, but if she cried at this time, she would be even more ashamed.

Lancia took out a pen and paper from under the coffee table in front of the sofa, and within a few minutes, he had sketched a portrait on the paper and handed it to the Fallen Noble.

"Look, isn't this what you look like?"

He asked.

Hyperion followed Lancia's sketch and looked over, and she was stunned.

To be honest, she had never seen the woman in the painting either.

Before Hyperion could ask, the Fallen Noble gave the answer.

"..."

The Fallen Noble stared blankly for a long time before looking up at Lancia.

"To think that someone can see my original appearance..."

She murmured.

Hyperion took the painting from the Fallen Noble's hand and compared it to the Fallen Noble, and found that the more she looked at it, the more similar they were. It was as if she had seen through the illusion and was finally able to see the Fallen Noble's true appearance.

Kali Yala herself was a stunningly beautiful and pure woman, but she had disguised her appearance.

Perhaps it was because her original appearance did not match her dignified persona as the Fallen Noble, so she simply used illusions to conceal her appearance.

"Alas, it's a pity that you're betrothed. Otherwise, I wouldn't mind considering you."

Kali Yala finally shook her head and said with relief.

"!"

Hyperion spent every day with Kali Yala, but this was the first time she had heard Kali Yala refer to herself as "this concubine." She felt goosebumps all over her body, and subconsciously grabbed Lancia's sleeve warily.

"Hmph, just kidding. Let's skip the old bull eating young grass thing. I know how much older I am than you."

Kali Yala smiled playfully and then looked at Hyperion again.

"Your Highness, don't be so stubborn in the future."

Her eyes seemed to be saying that the man by your side is very popular, and you might lose him if you're not careful.

Not everyone is like her, single-mindedly for the sake of Your Highness.

"I'm not stubborn!"

Hyperion said subconsciously.

Kali Yala looked at Hyperion, and her smile gradually became a little helpless, but it was difficult to hide her doting on her.

"Alright, Your Highness, come back to the Demon Realm whenever you want. Take care of yourself in the Polant Empire."

She stood up, bent down, and gave Hyperion a light hug.

"Thank you... Kali Yala, you take care of yourself too. I'll miss you."

Hyperion stared at Kali Yala, who had come to her side to say goodbye. After hesitating slightly, she put her hand on Kali Yala's back, and then gradually let go.

In her childhood fantasies about her mother, Tata, a gentle and considerate mother, was naturally the most perfect. The Ice Witch teacher, a rational and calm woman, was also someone she envied very much. Of course, Hyperion thought a strict mother like Kali Yala was not bad either.

Although she still didn't know what kind of personality her real mother, Iphathia, had, Hyperion felt that she had no regrets in her heart now.

After Kali Yala and Hyperion separated, she also waved goodbye to Lancia and Sigrid and walked out of the drawing-room.

"Kali Yala, bye-bye!"

Sigrid waved her arms until Kali Yala's figure completely disappeared into the corridor.

The clock in the drawing-room of Chickel Manor ticked away.

It was about to point to half-past eight.

This Shadow World was about to end.

It seemed that only a few minutes were left.

Although Hyperion and Lancia would still remain in the Polant Empire, the next time they came to the final Blood Moon Bad World Shadow World, it might be more than ten years later for their friends in this era.

"Sigrid, I'm so reluctant to part with you."

Hyperion's eyes welled up with tears as she hugged Sigrid tightly, rubbing her cheek against hers, unwilling to let go.

In this Shadow World, her happiest thing every day was living and playing with Sigrid.

She had never met such a smart, straightforward, and lovely girl in the real world.

If she could bring Sigrid back to the real world, Hyperion really wanted to keep her in the Duke's Mansion and play with her in the capital of Ikritheri every day.

"Are we separating?"

Sigrid asked, puzzled.

"Uh... I mean, suppose that for a while, Lancia and I will go to a very far place. When we really meet again, it might be more than ten years later. Can you endure this loneliness?"

Hyperion didn't know how to explain. Any words and information about the Shadow World would be automatically blocked by the Shadow World and couldn't be conveyed at all. For this Blood Moon Bad World era without the Shadow World, even if she explained it in detail, it would be difficult for the people inside to understand.

Sigrid shook her head and then nodded.

It seemed that she herself wasn't sure whether she could live alone for so long again.

"Sister Hyperion, I think we'll always be able to meet."

Sigrid let Hyperion hug her like a doll, muttering to herself.

She couldn't understand her sister's words, but somehow, she could vaguely sense what Hyperion might mean.

Even if there really was another world, they would meet again on that side.

"Why do you say that?"

Hyperion let go of her and looked at her violet eyes.

"I've been dreaming lately, although I can't remember the fragments in the dream... but I seem to be able to dream of Sister..."

Sigrid tried hard to recall, saying uncertainly.

"What am I like in your dream?"

Hyperion asked Sigrid curiously.

"In my dream, you're fierce and want to hit me at the slightest disagreement."

Sigrid thought for a while and replied.

"No!"

Hyperion looked sad, afraid of being disliked by Sigrid.

"But it's okay, I can tell the difference. You're very kind to me, and I like you very much."

Sigrid said with a grin.

"Wuwu, Sigrid, I'll always like you too. I can never hit you in this life. Don't have this kind of dream anymore."

Hyperion hugged her even tighter, touched.

"That's right, how could you two fight? Dreams are really fake. If you two can fight, I'll eat this sofa."

Lancia leaned comfortably on the sofa next to him, commenting with amusement.

He was already looking forward to the touching scene of Hyperion and the adult Sigrid reuniting in the next Shadow World.

The room was filled with a joyful atmosphere. As the tune in the manor gradually sublimated and accelerated, the addition of brass and string instruments made the tune more grand, melodious, and humorous, like the closing performance song of a Broadway show.

The hour hand on the large clock on the wall of the Chickel Manor drawing-room pointed to half-past eight.

"Today is the forty-fifth day you came to this Shadow World."

Boss Cat began its final broadcast.

"You have also happily taken down this Shadow World."

Amidst laughter and music, time seemed to slow down in an instant. Clear light filled the night, and the entire manor began to rise like a bubble.

A little starlight quietly slipped into the mansion through the disappearing walls.

The [Darkest Day Eclipse Magic Realm] that lasted for a month and a half had finally arrived at the settlement moment.