Don't confiscate my citizenship

The Ice Witch and Hyperion sat on one side of the sofa in the middle of the hall.

Dinner has been placed on the coffee table in front of them. Although the food is not rich, it is very exquisite. Most of them are soft and glutinous pastries made from a mixture of wheat flour and snow dew, which is a specialty of the city of Gedaria. It will exude a faint floral fragrance, and the snow-white appearance is sprinkled with fruit-stuffed rock sugar, like crystal snowflakes, each one shining with an alluring brilliance.

It didn't take long for the teacher and student to finish their meal together.

Go and rest. There will be more homework waiting for you tomorrow.

The Ice Witch smiled and said to Hyperion.

Okay, teacher, you should also go to bed early.

Hyperion also said goodbye to the Snow Witch, then stood up and saluted her again, and walked towards the exit of the hall.

During this period, Hyperion would follow the Ice Witch almost during the day, sometimes for special training, and sometimes to assist the Ice Witch in church affairs like a secretary. In short, she was taking care of her, and she had become very familiar with this royal capital in a month. Daria was familiar with it.

The Ice Witch also mentioned in the letter sent to Dean Loren that Hyperion and his student Lanci probably arrived in the Protos Empire alone. However, due to the long sea route, if everything goes well, in It will probably take some time before Dean Loren in Icerite, the southern continent, receives the church’s secret letter.

Walking out of the hall and closing the heavy stone door, Hyperion was still immersed in the experience of the training just now, her footsteps deep and slow.

In the corridor of the temple, the soft lights reflect the ancient stone walls, and each stone pillar looks more sacred and dignified.

Miss Artis also gives the impression of a mature and stable adult woman...

Hyperion didn't know why she thought this way.

There were people taking care of her before and after coming to the Northern Continent.

Although Ice Witch and Tata both give people a very cold feeling, when you actually get along with them, you will feel that they are much gentler.

Of course they are also very different.

The Ice Witch is actually very gentle to everyone, but she will reduce communication with unfamiliar people.

Tata is only good to her.

Hyperion was a bit confused about a question.

It was obviously taken care of by two mature women.

The Ice Witch felt like a teacher she respected, while Tata felt like a mother to her.

The more contrast, the more obvious it becomes. What details are due to this deviation in perception?

No matter what, she found herself missing Tata a little.

Finish your work early, and then take Lanci back to find Tata. It is true that everything is ordinary.

Tata should be busy running the Cat Boss restaurant with senior Asuna every day now. I wonder how they are doing in the royal capital of Ikerita.

Walking in the corridor, Hyperion was worried about important people and met many clergymen.

Everyone gave a friendly nod or hello to Hyperion.

Huberlian, come on!

A young female priest waved to her and encouraged her.

Good night, Miss Hyperion.

Another older temple cleric said gently.

Hyperion responded politely to everyone.

Finally, she came to the temple gate.

As night fell, the stars dotted the vast sky. Hyperion took a deep breath of the cool night wind. She looked back at the towering temple, her heart filled with gratitude and determination, and with a faint smile on her face, she walked Into the night.

Hyperion was originally a believer in the goddess of destiny. Now she has become a student of the saint of the church, and will help the church complete an important task.

Upon Artemis' inquiry, she gladly took the opportunity to join the Church of Destiny.

It is often necessary to have a firm belief and pass the test before you can become a clergy. After becoming a clergy, you need to work for the church and perform your duties as a clergy.

Hyperion has wanted to be a noble clergyman since she was a child.

But when she was very young, many children ridiculed her that a half-demon even dreamed of becoming a priest.

This made her cautious when Icerita entered the temple, not daring to let others know her thoughts.

Unexpectedly, she would now become a member of the Temple of the Goddess of Destiny in a foreign country.

Of course, the responsibilities she shoulders are also quite arduous.

It made her feel pressured and she could only work hard.

In addition, she has another gain, now she can also use divine magic.

It's just that her spiritual attributes are low. Even if her faith is high, most of the auxiliary magical spells she uses will not be very effective.

Lan Qi is at the other extreme. He has high spiritual attributes, but he doesn't believe in gods at all, so he can't use magic at all.

For Hyperion, only offensive magic is good, and it has special effects on evil creatures.

Of course, hitting her will also increase the damage, which will make her suffer.

After learning the magic, the first thing she did was to try it on herself.

Because there is really no other target... and it is amazing that a half-demon can use magic...

The Kingdom of Estherland is so wonderful.

Walking on the road full of lush trees in this forest city, Hyperion sighed.

Even without the identity of the princess, others knew that she was a mixed-blood demon, and she was still respected.

She was very content in this country.

But Lanqi was in the Protos Empire in the south, whose cultural style was completely opposite to that of Esther Terran and was full of darkness and heaviness.

I don’t know if he is doing well or not.

…

Meanwhile on the other side.

In the Protos Empire, the imperial capital Herom, the sky was also dim.

On winter nights, the college is surrounded by a quiet and lonely atmosphere.

The building complex made of dark gray stone and steel, its spiers and pointed arch windows look particularly solemn and prominent in the night. The street lights illuminate the frosted walls, as deep as black gems.

The clock on the clock tower was almost pointing to seven o'clock.

In today's twelve-hour monthly assessment day from 9 a.m. to 9 p.m., there are still two hours left to finish.

During the last class period, any background interference authority will also cease, and the assessment site will be made public to the whole school.

Generally speaking, these two hours are a good learning reference for junior students who have not participated in the assessment.

Twelve hours is too long, but two hours is just right.

Originally, most third-year students would not pay much attention to the monthly assessment day unless there were juniors who were interested in attending. They would only occasionally raise their heads and take a look when passing by.

Today's monthly assessment day is different.

Many upperclassmen came to the magic screen with a good viewing angle in the central building to wait for the show, which surprised even the lowerclassmen.

...

Many figures in the crowd exchanged glances, and even without asking, they knew why the other person was here.

In the past two days, there was a new freshman who made them all hate him.

Knowing that this guy would participate in the monthly assessment day as a noble disciple, they put a reward on Rocky McCarthy without saying a word.

Until more and more people came to the square in front of the central building, they finally discovered that there were probably hundreds of people who had anonymously placed a reward on Rocky McCarthy!

This bitch is really not afraid of offending anyone.

It doesn't matter. The bigger the reward, the greater the fun.

Pfft, I'm afraid I'm going to face a life-or-death escape.

The sounds came and went.

Some people even laughed ferociously in anticipation. They just wanted to see how this guy was doing after being executed with a reward.