Chapter 250 The Extraordinary Life of Hyperion

Hyperion sat on the sofa in front of a low, long table in the center of the hall, silently watching the saintess and the mural behind her for a while.

In this ethereal hall, honed by thousands of years of faith, the faint natural light shone on the white reliefs, and the images of various gods seemed to flicker, giving her the illusion that they were enacting ancient legends.

"Iphathiah is my mother's name."

After a moment, Hyperion nodded in acknowledgment.

Although she hadn't heard the name Talia, her father had told her that her mother's real name was Iphathiah.

Hyperion felt that since the Ice Witch would ask this question, she must already have a guess in her heart, and there was no need to lie to her.

Besides, the Ice Witch was the only one who could help her now, and she should try to trust her.

"Indeed."

On the other side of the table, the Ice Witch's expression didn't change upon hearing this, as if she had almost known it when she saw Hyperion just now.

"You are the last princess of the demon race."

"?"

Hyperion pointed at herself in surprise and confusion.

"Princess Iphathiah and Princess Talia are both missing, so you are the last of the demon royalty."

The Ice Witch explained calmly.

"This..."

Hyperion's mind went blank for a moment.

She didn't expect her mother to have this kind of identity.

According to her father, her mother was mostly an innocent and romantic girl, although that was just her acting as a human, but in the end, even Duke Micaiah didn't know how much of it was real and how much was fake.

As for the demon named Talia, Hyperion had never even heard of her.

"In this world, including myself, there should only be seven great demons who are confirmed to be alive."

The Ice Witch continued in a flat tone,

"The great demons of the pro-war faction have all fought to the death. The great demons who are alive are those who were unwilling to participate in the war at the time. If they knew you were Iphathiah's daughter, they would give you some face, more or less."

"Is it because of my bloodline?"

"Not entirely, because Iphathiah can be very scary when she retaliates."

"..."

Hyperion couldn't tell whether the saintess was praising her mother or mocking her.

"So the great demons who are still alive, are they all anti-war like you?"

Hyperion asked again.

She probably understood that the Ice Witch probably wanted her to help seek the help of the other great demons.

There must be a cause and effect, and this can also be considered a screening. The other six great demons may all be the type that are most likely to coexist with humans.

"I am anti-war, the two princesses are war-refusers, the three in the Imperial Prison are conservatives, and one is pro-surrender."

The Ice Witch stood up, walked to the bookshelf on the side, her eyes swept across the spines of the books, and said to Hyperion with her back turned.

The floor was paved with clear water stones, and each stone slab was polished very smoothly, with faint lines on it as if they had been washed by the flowing water of time. When the Ice Witch walked on it, it hardly made any sound, as if walking in the embrace of God.

"..."

Clear divisions.

Those who were against the war became saintesses, those who refused the war began to flee, the conservatives went to prison, and it is unknown what happened to those who advocated surrender.

Of those whose whereabouts are currently known, besides the Ice Witch, there are only the three in prison.