Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1553 - 874: Lanci and Hyperion’s Review After 2 Years_2

Hyperion idly bit down on the straw, sipping the juice in small sips, occasionally glancing at Lanci.

Feeling the heartbeat, the lava-like heat in his chest spread throughout his body with each pulse.

"If there's still work to talk about, I suppose it's the performance we promised Miss Abigail. She insists you take on the role of the Governor, and then she wants me to play your co-actor."

She suddenly met Lanci's gaze, like being caught watching him secretly, so she said.

"There is indeed this task. However, this isn't my main job, just a part-time gig helping out a friend during holiday, nothing big. I'll cooperate well in your performance."

Lanci replied with a carefree grin.

Partnering with Hyperion for an opera is like a bonus stage.

He's made it through the hell stages, no matter how the rehearsal with Hyperion goes, he finds all of it enjoyable.

Farewell to the cage, he'll no longer be imprisoned on stage.

"Why do I feel like you're thinking again..."

Hyperion inexplicably felt that Lanci's relieved smile held extra meaning. P%l&ea%s-e- r@e#a@d@ t*h+i@s. cha&p^ter on its o.ri@g&in*al! pl&a^tf+o^r#m@—&M*|*V|L1EM%P!YR.

He no longer has to mention anything.

The daily tasks have already melded into his life and habits.

"Hyperion, do you know? How did I endure those two hours that day? Your partner was an actor who forgot lines, arbitrarily changed the plot, liked to randomly throw props around, and only had food on their mind. You had to help round off the entire plot, and it was your first time performing that play, without any rehearsal."

Lanci hugged his head, just thinking about what happened on stage at the Brielda Opera House that day made him feel a bit of post-traumatic stress.

Only the angel Hyperion could heal him.

He also hopes that with next time's well-prepared performance with Hyperion, he can dispel the lingering opera shadows in his heart.

"It's okay, don't worry. I'll be a good leading lady for you."

Hyperion reached out and patted Lanci's head, speaking to him softly.

In a few days, Abigail and the crew will be arriving in that city, and she along with Lanci will begin rehearsing again.

They have well over a month to practice, with their tacit understanding and depth of knowledge of "Holy War Romance," it can be said it's more than enough.

However, Hyperion remembered hearing from the Bingxue Witch Teacher that the performance date for the Half-Witch segment of the opera is roughly in the time Loren is returning, and Teacher Almis wanted to invite Loren to the site to see this well-praised play in the South Crayney Empire, so she asked Hyperion to hold two tickets for her, preferably a bit away from the crowd, given it's a neighboring country's emperor.

Thinking this way, Hyperion figured many family and friends might come to Ichrite Opera House to watch.

If everyone came to see her performance that day, she'd be quite nervous and couldn't afford any mistakes.

"In the coming month, we'll often get called to Ichrite Opera House by Abigail, with me monopolizing you, will Antanas and Sinola have any complaints?"

Lanci looked at Hyperion beside him and asked.

Hyperion had been playing every day with Antanas and Sinola for more than a year now. Without Hyperion, they might feel lonely.

"No worries, those two will likely come to the opera house to find us for fun. Don't worry, they often stay at my house, having ample time together."

Hyperion was only too happy to stay with Lanci every day for work.

Returning from the ever-turbulent southern end of the South Crayney Empire to the tranquil Capital of Hutton Ichrite, life seemed to slow down, and delightful surprises were everywhere.

At the moment, there are truly no worries or pressure, able to leisurely enjoy life in Ichrite, Hyperion can also feel Lanci's mood of early retirement and Tata's already ongoing daily life.

The tranquil woodland path like a dazzling emerald depicts an innumerable, non-repeating pattern on the cobblestone surface.

The two of them with their leisurely paces always walk this path for a long time.

"Our school might only become active again in March."

Lanci surveyed the campus, looking slightly forlornly, expressing to Hyperion.

"You still can't forget the leader's conduct."

Hyperion nodded in agreement with Lanci,

"Speaking of which, do you still remember, Lanci? After we experienced the initial Purgatory Corridor Academy Shadow World, although our Demon Shadow World images were not public, the rumors spread and became exaggerated."

Hyperion thought it might've been better if there were images. It was precisely because there weren't, people added imagination and it got passed around, each person changing a version, until every version became abstract beyond belief.

"I remember, the most outrageous version said I, Principal Lan, even burdened with Purgatory, must hold up the Corridor Academy and face Blood Clan Prince in battle, still invincible in the world."

Just thinking of these trivial matters made Lanci laugh uncontrollably.

"Have you noticed, perhaps in the history of Blood Moon Bad World, Lankros did indeed fight to the death with Second Progenitor Prince Salvatore at Purgatory City?"

In the last Magic World of the Shadow World, Hyperion learned quite a bit about the events in the middle timeline. At that time, the strongest remaining force of the Blood Clan, Second Progenitor Prince Salvatore, was defeated by Ninth-order Lankros, and it was after that Honing Empire announced their surrender.

In some sense, Second Progenitor Prince Salvatore's defeat was the cause for the Demon King's demise in the Blood Moon Bad World Era, and if the Demon King hadn't died, with such powerful backing, Miss Witch might not have died at Lichtenstein Castle.