Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1303 - 824: Hugh Hyperion and Isatia’s Meeting_3

The sky stretched endlessly like a canvas smeared with lead-colored clouds, utterly dull and lifeless.

Yet cheerful voices occasionally rang out in the winter mansion's living room.

Amid this world where the floor-to-ceiling window served as a gray-white screen, their spirited and lively voices sounded exceptionally vivid.

For a long while.

Isatia finally let go of Hyperion's arms.

"Whose daughter is she, so beautiful?"

Isatia choked up as she gently stroked her daughter's cheek, unable to suppress her emotions.

"Yours."

Hyperion broke into laughter through her tears.

Although Isatia's personality turned out quite different from what Hyperion had imagined—she wasn't the dignified, serene duchess she had pictured—she was far easier to get along with than expected. She was livelier than Antanas, the kind of person one could immediately strike up a friendship with.

"Once I return, no one in Ichrite will dare bully my daughter ever again."

Isatia and Hyperion exchanged a smile filled with new hope through their tearful eyes.

She had heard from Antanas and Sinola about how difficult life had been for Hyperion after her disappearance in Migaya until meeting Lanci, who helped turn things around. Though Hyperion's reputation eventually became associated with Lanci's, it also meant no one dared provoke her anymore. She had made a good friend named Frey who was always helping them, and together they'd earned the nickname "The three bullies in Royal Capital."

Isatia was quite curious about their stories in the Royal Capital.

They were about to return to Ichrite with their family and friends to embark on a new chapter of their lives.

But before that, all that remained was to end the conflicts, finish the war, and find Migaya.

"Where are Antanas and the others?"

Hyperion wiped her tears and glanced around the living room.

She hadn't seen anyone else in the mansion since coming downstairs.

It wasn't a mistake; Isatia seemed to be the only one left on the ground floor.

"The four of them went to Kalchi Art Gallery at 84 Charing Cross Street to report to the Allied Forces. Right now, they need to ease the misunderstanding between Lanci and Miss Unity and also get the Allied spy agents stationed in Brilda to join our side."

Isatia replied while looking at Hyperion and Talia.

Earlier, when Talia and Hyperion were upstairs, the others had gradually left, each busy with their errands.

"What about Sikder?"

Talia glanced around again, noticing the kitchen had already been tidied up.

It seemed everyone had finished breakfast, and Lanci had likely taken Cat Boss to class—today was his workday.

Everyone was bustling with activity.

Yesterday was a rare Sunday.

Today was Monday.

Starting tomorrow, the holidays for the Moon Goddess Festival would begin again. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

At the end of the year, the Cerryti Empire had a notably high number of holidays. For instance, the National Day at the end of the month granted a week off, plus the preceding weekend, totaling nine days of vacation.

"Miss Sikder... She went to the Temple of Gods in Brilda, probably to pay homage to the Goddess of Destiny. Tomorrow, according to tradition, it's better to worship the Goddess of the Moon. Sikder's faith is strongest toward the Moon Goddess, so if she wanted to worship the Goddess of Destiny, today would be the best day to do it."

Isatia, overly relaxed, nearly misspoke but quickly corrected herself.

"Praying to the Goddess of Destiny..."

Hyperion murmured.

She and Talia had roughly discussed Sikder while upstairs.

Now they both realized that Miss Sikder was actually the Overlord Bishop Sigrid of the Northern Continent; otherwise, there would be no way to explain Sikder's immense power.

During the descent downstairs, Talia had also informed Hyperion that Sigrid had saved her mother. Without Sigrid's Wolf Blood, Isatia would still be hiding in the underground ice-cavern palace of the Bulida Mafia in Brilda, enduring daily torment from the Blood King's Divine Fire.

Since meeting the Ice Witch teacher, Hyperion had learned that the Overlord Bishop had established a friendly collaboration with the Church of the Goddess of Destiny. She had understood then that the Overlord Bishop was not an enemy—and now, faced with Sigrid's straightforward and warm personality, Hyperion found it impossible to dislike her.

Even so, she still felt complicated emotions regarding this woman.

"Anyone who prays to the Goddess of Destiny—or dares to pray—is certainly not a bad person. At least, I believe so."

Talia always remembered this saying.

The Goddess of Destiny's divinity lies in her ability to lightly intervene in one's fate as long as you pray to her. The more sincere and prolonged the prayer is, the more your voice will reach her.

Swearing an oath to a deity is an extremely solemn act—people believe that the gods will hear.

An oath made to any god must not be spoken carelessly; whether those gods still exist or can influence the mortal world, such declarations might still invoke consequences.

It was both mystical and occasionally confirmed.

"When I first heard you interact with her like friends, I found it perplexing. But now, perhaps I just don't understand Sigrid well enough."

Hyperion reflected.

Thinking back to her interactions with Overlord Bishop Sigrid in the Northern Continent and meeting the disguised 'Miss Sikder' in the mansion, Hyperion realized that even if she wanted to get along with Sigrid, the latter likely wouldn't be too fond of her.

From Sigrid's perspective, Hyperion was probably an incompatible little priest.

"Actually, Sikder is quite easy to get along with."

Talia initially wanted to mention how Sigrid had stayed by Hyperion's side through the night, but seeing how Sigrid seemed to be avoiding Hyperion, it was clear she didn't want Hyperion to know she liked her. So, Talia decided to keep quiet.

Their matter should be left for them to talk about; Talia wouldn't interfere.