Don't confiscate my citizenship

Whenever the wind blows, the wooden framed windows will make a squeaking sound. The cloth hanging on the small window trembles slightly, and occasionally a few drops of rain will drip from the gaps in the cloth.

In the center of this dim room, the poet of great love was using her frivolous voice to speak around Phoenix.

Classmate Phoenix, your sister Phyllis is in the school hospital now.

...

The mere presence of the big demon next to him made Phoenix extremely frightened. She seemed to be able to manipulate his emotions, amplifying the fear infinitely.

Phoenix naturally knows what the great love poet is talking about.

Phyllis must have accidentally seen Ranchi dueling with Adams on the screen, mistook him for the principal of Purgatory Corridor Academy, and was so frightened that she convulsed.

In fact, it was not an accident that they bumped into Lan Qi's team on the first day of school at Icerita College, but he just received the news that he could intercept some hunting targets, so he participated in the matching.

After returning, in order to ensure the safety of his identity and mission in this world, he would remain in a hypnotic state before receiving the awakening command, completely forgetting everything related to himself and the Church of Resurrection.

There was no chance to tell my sister the information obtained by the church.

Whatever you do with her.

Phoenix said decisively and coldly, as if he didn't care about her life or death at all.

Hmm.

The poet of great love sat on Lan Qi's table and crossed his fingers.

Without words, Lan Qi understood what she meant and took out a stack of translucent cards with different lights from the soul space for her to choose from.

But he didn't know which magic card the Great Love Poet wanted.

The poet of great love chose for a while and took out a [Transformation: Demon] for Lan Qi to use.

Ranchi transformed back into the glowing demon form he had at Purgatory Corridor Academy.

The poet of great love knocked on the table in front of Hyperion again, signaling her to remove her disguise and return to her original half-demon appearance.

At this moment, the warehouse looked like it had become the territory of the demon clan in an instant.

Which one of us is the summoner of the other?

Lan Qi put away the magic cards quite speechlessly.

He even thinks that the Great Love Poet is the truly perfect creature. As long as he, as the host, is immortal, the Great Love Poet is also immortal. Even if she is defeated, she can be summoned again as long as the summoning cooldown time has passed.

Oh, if I were a card maker and could get your soul material, I would definitely make you into some kind of poet and use it as my birth card.

The poet of great love turned around and hummed proudly.

Her card-making talent is much better than Lan Qi's, but unfortunately she is limited to the first level and can only serve as his assistant.

Then the poet of great love looked at Phoenix again.

Phoenix, imagine a scenario. Suppose I take Lan Qi to the hospital to visit your sister later. She has just woken up from the nightmare where she was frightened into coma and felt a little more at ease. She thought she was back to reality... and then... On this dark, thundering and rainy day, I saw that Icerite Academy, which is known for its safety, had a living demon like me who could walk into her ward with impunity. The next person who walked into the ward was the Glow Demon Principal. What will happen to her?

The poet of great love smiled happily and painted a scene for Phoenix.

She's going to break, right? Absolutely, right?

The eager expression of the beloved poet seemed to be extremely looking forward to giving it a try.

She observed Phoenix's increasingly uncontrollable expression, with veins popping out on his face, and the poet finally pointed at him and laughed wildly.

Don't you not care about your sister at all? Didn't you say - 'Whatever you do with her'? Why do you seem to be unable to sit still now?

The poet of great love deliberately imitated Phoenix's previous tone and laughed at him.

After the emotions were amplified, Phoenix's intentions were too clear to see through.

Before, I just deliberately pretended not to care about my sister.

As long as there is a little sign, the poet can easily find the gap in the prisoner's psychological defense.

No! You can't do anything to my sister. She is not a Resurrectionist. None of this has anything to do with her!

Phoenix almost collapsed and roared.

These demons might not harm his sister even a hair, but they could essentially destroy her completely!

I guess you now feel that it is impossible for decent people like us to really threaten you with your family... and if your sister's innocent identity is confirmed, we will not do anything to your sister...

The poet of great love spread his hands, raised his eyebrows meaningfully, and said slowly to Phoenix,

But if you look carefully now, are we human?

The poet of great love moved his body aside with a smile on his face.

Behind what she was shown, sat two demons.

Their expressions were indifferent, and they seemed to care nothing about themselves. This kind of evil and coldness could only be possessed by demons.

...!

For a moment, Phoenix actually had a terrible thought——

This place no longer seems to be Icerita, the capital of the Kingdom of Hutton.

It is the base of the demons.

It even made Phoenix suspect that this country has been eroded and infiltrated by demons...

Let's do this, or let the student union organize a campus event later. The theme is to ask everyone to dress up as demons and hold a carnival. When your sister wakes up and walks out of the hospital, she will find that the entire college is full of demons. Everyone It's like going crazy. Think about that scene, how about it? In this real demon game, let her escape first, and then when she thought she was about to escape the nightmare, let the glowing demon principal Lan Qi appear... …”

The poet of great love is still working tirelessly to paint beautiful pictures for Phoenix like a director.

Over time.

No, stop talking.

Under the therapy of the great poet, Phoenix's mental defense finally collapsed, and he was shaking with tears streaming down his face.

I promise you whatever you say...don't hurt Phyllis...

...

At the table not far away.

Hyperion looked sideways at Lanqi without saying a word.

Lan Qi is still drinking tea, listening carefully to the interrogation process of the great love poet, with an expression of relief on his face as he sees the prodigal son turning back.

Like a school leader sitting at the end of the classroom listening to the ideological and moral teacher's open class.

We have saved another lost boy, which is another great merit.

Lan Qi noticed Hyperion's gaze and turned his head to look at her, smiling.

...

Hyperion couldn't accept this.

She didn't want to stay with the two chosen demons in the room for a second now. She just wanted to go to Tata for healing as soon as possible.

If Lan Qi is a pseudo-human being, then his beloved poet is a true species.

I love poets who don’t even perform.

But there is also a difference between the poet of great love and Lan Qi. At least the poet of great love knows his bad taste and has a clear self-awareness of his own inhumanity.

Lan Qi didn't think there was anything wrong with him at all.

Hyperion can no longer tell which side of the room is the good guy and which side is the cultist.

She couldn't imagine what Dean Loren would think of them when he handed over the completely new Phoenix tomorrow, and how he would guess what kind of cruel transformation they had carried out on this elite cultist.