On this midsummer night, the moonlight spilled down, gently caressing the mansion by the bay.

Inside the mansion, in the top-floor bedroom, the warm yellow lamplight intertwined with the silvery gauze of moonlight, illuminating the only two figures present.

"Hyperion..."

Sitting on the chair by the bed, Lan Qi's eyes held a hint of concern.

"Please, don't say anything right now!"

Hyperion's voice trembled, her tone unlike her usual self.

"..."

Lan Qi seemed genuinely worried now.

Whatever else he had wanted to say to Hyperion seemed unimportant compared to her current state.

He wondered if Hyperion had been injured by being in the Falling Qing's magic barrier for too long, and if necessary, he would call a doctor immediately.

But he couldn't see Hyperion's face.

She was hiding, buried behind the covers.

"I'm fine..."

Hyperion's voice was soft and muffled as she burrowed deeper into the bedding, seeking a moment of peace.

She finally seemed to recover and responded to Lan Qi.

It was a midsummer night, and the sea breeze gently caressed, bringing the sound of the tides and a subtle coolness.

The night outside was deep, but the moonlight shining through the window seemed to make the entire space even more fluorescent.

"If you still think the dream is better, then sleep a little longer. I'll stay by your side."

Lan Qi observed Hyperion for a while, confirmed that she was truly okay, and said with relief.

His voice was like a lullaby, gently enveloping every corner of the room.

"...Lan Qi."

Hyperion was silent for a moment before uttering his name.

"Hmm?"

Lan Qi looked at Hyperion again when he heard this.

"Were you by my side the whole time while I was sleeping?"

Her thoughts seemed to drift in the tranquility of the summer night and the sea breeze, as if she had just emerged from a dream.

"Yes, Falling Qing said that the magic was no longer harmful to you after it ended, but the opportunity for a sweet dream is rare. Since you've already been hit by it, you might as well finish the dream. Sometimes her talent isn't just for using magic against enemies, but also for healing the mental exhaustion of allies."

Lan Qi nodded and explained to Hyperion.

It was said that even in the Demon King's Castle, Narkaris, inviting Falling Qing for psychological treatment wasn't something that could be done just by paying a price. Often, only demons who had a good relationship with her could be healed with her [Falling Sweet Home].

But he had never seen Hyperion sleeping like this, so he was still a little worried and sat on one side of the room to watch over her.

"Thank you for always protecting me like this. I have no other way to thank you except to become a duchess and fulfill your dream of retirement."

Hyperion thought for a moment, finally put down the quilt, revealed her face, and said to Lan Qi.

Her cheeks were probably a little red now due to lack of oxygen, or at least that's what she thought.

Lan Qi was slightly stunned, as if Hyperion's sudden words made him feel a little embarrassed.

"Haha, a duchess? You're a princess."

Lan Qi showed a smile again and praised her.

Even Falling Qing had recognized Hyperion, and now Calierah would no longer hold the emperor hostage to command the lords, but would wholeheartedly assist Hyperion. This was a genuine ninth-tier demon, and neither of them would encounter such a strong demon in the real world.

This shadow world had now completely improved.

When they returned to the Porant Empire, it would be a completely smooth ride.

Even Cat Boss said, "v Lan Qi 50, let me log in and play."

"Can you let Lan Fu be the princess? I'll go back to the Porant Empire with you and be an ordinary woman..."

Hyperion's voice grew softer and softer.

She had been startled when the Snow Witch teacher in the Northern Continent told her that she was a descendant of the Demon Princess. Now, she never expected that in this shadow world of tens of thousands of years ago, she would actually become a princess recognized by the demons.

The gold content of this ninth-tier demon's recognition was too heavy, and she couldn't accept it.

"To be honest, being a princess isn't something anyone can do. Think about our old friend, do you think Calierah would recognize her?"

Lan Qi couldn't help but laugh as he spoke by the bed, raising his hand to cover his mouth.

"Don't talk about my aunt like that..."

Hyperion said a little unhappily, but there was no reprimanding meaning in her voice, as if she couldn't bear to blame Lan Qi.

She actually knew that even if Lan Qi said this in front of Talia now, Talia wouldn't really do anything to Lan Qi, at most give him some disciplinary education.

As long as Lan Fu didn't cause trouble and Lan Qi didn't drink, there wouldn't be any accidents.

But Hyperion was very worried that the increasingly reckless Lan Qi would one day get himself into trouble again.

"..."

After Hyperion's order, Lan Qi seemed speechless.

"Forget it, forget it, just say whatever you want."

Hyperion looked at Lan Qi's aggrieved expression and said softly.

"Hyperion, you're the best."

Lan Qi praised her and gave her a thumbs up.

"Don't say things like that..."

Hyperion looked at Lan Qi helplessly.

They both laughed and chatted like they always did.

The sound of the waves outside the window now sounded like their whispers, rising and falling from time to time with the fluctuations of their emotions.

They sat on and by the bed, looking at each other, seemingly discussing interesting topics that they never tired of, and the awkward atmosphere had disappeared completely.

Inside the bedroom, a warm lamp emitted a soft light, and the curtains swayed gently with the rhythm of the sea breeze. Here, time seemed to slow down, allowing them to forget the noise and busyness of the world, leaving only inner peace and deep relaxation.

The bookshelf in the corner was filled with various magic world books that had been washed by the years and had slightly curled edges.

The small clock on the bedside quietly recorded the passage of time.

From the carved armchairs to the magic-world-style oil paintings, the soft carpet absorbed the sound of every step, maintaining the tranquility of the room.

"It seems like you've rested well now?"

Lan Qi asked with a smile, already standing up and pushing the chair away to make room for Hyperion to get out of bed.

"Yes, I rested very well."

Hyperion nodded, moved her body, put the quilt aside, lowered her feet, and gently placed them on the carpet, feeling the soft touch under her feet.

"Then let's go downstairs. Cat Boss has already gone to prepare dinner."

Lan Qi gestured towards the door.

"Okay, by the way, where is this?"

Hyperion finally looked around the room and asked.

After arriving in this shadow world, she had not left Naka Island, where the palace was located, for a month.

Now it seemed that Lan Qi had finally taken her out of the starting place, and the mansion she was in now was not a location she was familiar with.

"This is Lis Island, it was prepared for you."

Lan Qi pointed to the bay outside the window and introduced.

(End of chapter)