At the same time, on the other side.

"Hmm?"

Hyperion made a puzzled sound.

She seemed to have had a very long dream.

She dreamed that she was brought into a seventh-tier Shadow World by Lan Qi, becoming a demon princess protected and imprisoned in the Demon King's palace by a ninth-tier demon. She finally saw Lan Qi, but then something seemed to happen, startling her awake.

And when she woke up, she found herself in the royal capital, Icrete.

Today should be a good day, just by looking out the window.

The scenery of Icrete was still as quaint as ever. Under the clear sky, a clear and bright blue could be seen through the glass window. In the spring sunlight, her skin felt warm.

She was standing beneath the magnificent dome of the Icrete Cathedral.

The statues and murals of the gods seemed to descend from the heavens, quietly watching below.

The air inside the church was filled with a sacred aura. Each piece of the divine-era-style decorations was a testament to time, interweaving with the pure white and pale gold flowers that lined the walls and arches, creating a dreamlike corridor painting.

And at this moment, she was wearing a dress in a style she would never normally wear, holding a bouquet of flowers in her hands.

This light dress was mainly in the purest white, the fabric light and gorgeous, covered with delicate lace and pearl decorations, the skirt gently spreading out, slowly scattering on the carpet like light clouds.

Looking again at the stained glass of the entrance door, she saw only a faint reflection. Her hair was woven into a dignified bun, adorned with the most treasured hair accessories of the Duke of Alansal's family.

"You can't be sleepy at this time, okay?"

A familiar voice came.

Hyperion looked over in a daze, seeing a man in exceptionally formal attire, with an approachable demeanor.

"Father?"

Hyperion took Duke Micah's arm, watching his figure.

He had black hair and black eyes, with an unbelievable handsomeness.

He seemed to have just led her into this church.

Wait, wasn't Duke Micah missing? And wasn't her close friend Lan Qi supposed to help her find her father?

Hyperion shook her head in confusion, not remembering which day she had this dream.

Sometimes the impression of a dream is so deep that it can be difficult to distinguish whether it is a real experience or a lingering trace from a night's dream.

As Hyperion unconsciously looked towards the front row of the church in a daze.

She saw a silver-haired woman.

That woman was also wearing formal attire today, and she smiled and raised her hand at her after their eyes met.

Hyperion's eyes suddenly felt a little sore.

Sure enough, it was a dream.

Her mother in reality had not abandoned her at all.

"Hyperion!"

Iphatia, sitting on a long pew in the church, waved to Hyperion, as if cheering her on for a major event in her life.

Talia sat beside Iphatia, eating a small cake with undivided attention, and also looked up and waved to her.

Hyperion didn't know why Iphatia was reacting like this at the moment, nor did she know why, even though she saw her father and mother at home every day, it felt like she hadn't seen them for many years.

She suddenly didn't dare to talk to them much, afraid that she would not be able to distinguish between dream and reality, and suddenly turn into a nightmare again, causing her to lose this intense and stable happiness once more.

Not only that, the church was filled with Icrete friends she had known since she was a child, all of whom were giving her sincere and friendly gazes, as if they had no grudges against her.

It was so wonderful that she was about to forget herself even more.

The bouquet of flowers in her hand trembled, it was clearly very light, but she couldn't hold it steady, as if she didn't dare to accept this happiness.

However, at this moment.

Hyperion seemed to finally realize an essential question—

Why was she in the Icrete Cathedral today?

She suddenly turned around and looked towards the end of the church.

On that side.

The central cross and the various shimmering divine portraits on the towering walls, the colorful glass windows refracted the sunlight into countless mottled spots of light, gently scattering on those white-gold petals.

A figure stood under the cross, the corner of his mouth still holding that familiar gentle smile of his.

The white-gold flowers were even more vivid and shining in the gentle breeze, exuding a faint and charming fragrance, and he was standing at the end of those flowers.

Hyperion felt as if she had lost all ability to think at this moment.

She had been repeatedly pondering the wedding vows specially prepared for today in her heart yesterday, afraid that she would forget what she wanted to say at the critical moment, or lose her usual dignified Duchess demeanor.

As a result, when she was holding her father's arm and walking into the church with him just now, she was so nervous that she almost forgot where she was, what she was going to say, and what day it was today.

Hyperion tried to smooth the fluctuations in her heart with breathing, but to no avail, her body was as if out of control.

Only by staring at that radiant figure not far away could she truly calm down.

The nervous emotions in Hyperion's heart began to ease.

She took a deep breath, preparing to welcome that most important moment.

She followed Duke Micah forward, until she stopped in front of Lan Qi.

"I wish you happiness in your future life, may God guide you together, and may your unique fate never be separated."

Micah carefully handed his daughter's hand to Lan Qi, filled with deep trust, and blessed them with his majestic and gentle voice.

Hyperion's hand trembled slightly. In the solemnity of the Icrete Cathedral, she and Lan Qi's fingertips touched, as if conveying a silent vow.

She looked at Lan Qi, not knowing whether this was an illusion imagined in her mind, or the real him.

In the soft melody of the harp, the two people's eyes met, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.

The sunlight in the church shone on them, and the golden wings were like the blessing of the goddess of fate.

Lan Qi gently leaned over, and Hyperion felt his distance getting closer and closer, and could feel the other person's heartbeat.

When she closed her eyes, preparing to welcome this vow kiss, her heartbeat was about to jump uncontrollably.

She suddenly woke up from the bed.

"...?"

On this night bathed in the moonlight of the midsummer month of July, on the top floor of a seaside villa mansion, Hyperion could see the starry sky and the bay outside the window as soon as she got up.

Although the night was deep, the bedroom was quiet and warm because of the moonlight and a warm table lamp.

A subtle sound broke the silence—it was the sound of pages being gently turned beside a tall wooden table.

Hyperion stared blankly at the figure sitting in the chair not far away in the room.

He was wearing a gray suit, as deep as the night sky, showing a calm and elegant demeanor.

In this faint light, his figure appeared even straighter, his eyes deep and containing the wisdom and vicissitudes of time.

Sure enough, it was a dream. How could Lan Qi put on a white tuxedo and marry her? He would only ever wear dark suits, like a headmaster.

Hyperion thought in relief, letting out a breath that had been held in her chest.

Noticing that Hyperion had woken up, Lan Qi quickly looked at her.

"What's wrong?"

Lan Qi watched her, and asked softly with his usual gentle concern.

"Nothing!"

Hyperion recalled the remaining memories of the dream just now, and suddenly felt the blood rush to her cheeks, widened her eyes and waved her hands.

Although it had been a long time since she had met Lan Qi, now that she had finally reunited with him and was alone with him, there were many things she should say.

But recalling what happened in the palace this morning, the response she shouted, and her dream just now, she felt that she didn't know how to communicate with Lan Qi.

Even though the two of them could usually chat very easily and naturally, why did she feel like she couldn't be alone with him now?

"You, you didn't see my dream just now, did you?"

Hyperion adjusted her mindset for a while, calmed her rapid breathing and rising and falling chest, and finally looked at him again, asking tentatively.

"I've brought you out of the Fallen Paradise barrier for a long time, but seeing that you haven't been resting well these days, I didn't wake you up to sleep."

Lan Qi put down the spine of the book he was holding in one hand, walked to the chair next to Hyperion's bed, sat down, and said to her.

He had already dealt with the accident that happened this morning with the Fallen Lord. After everything was temporarily over, he took Hyperion back to the mansion across the bay, and the Fallen Lord personally helped him send the princess over, and instructed him to take good care of the princess.

If it was not an emergency, Lan Qi would not interfere with other people's dreams.

Last time on the fourth basement level of the prison, if he hadn't woken Hyperion up, she would have been trapped in the dream until her soul dissipated. This time, Kaliyera had ended the magic, so it was no longer harmful to Hyperion.

He simply let Hyperion have a good sleep, guarding her in the room.

"By the way, what did you dream about?"

Lan Qi asked curiously.

Logically speaking, Hyperion's dream this time should be the same as last time.

But looking at her reaction just now, it seemed like there was something she didn't want him to see.

"Ooh!"

Hyperion looked at Lan Qi's face at close range, her eyes involuntarily focusing on his lips, and suddenly her cheeks turned red again, she picked up the quilt to cover her face, hiding from Lan Qi like an ostrich.

(End of this chapter)