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Chapter 577: Princess Sybeline is Ready to Agree
Chapter 577: Princess Sybeline is Ready to Agree
In the Necalis Demon King City, two hours had passed since dawn, yet the sky remained a deep purple, as if in the midst of a solar eclipse.
Mists and clouds shrouded the island, and twilight veiled the land. This ancient demon city seemed to slumber at the edge of time, awaiting the new day that would never come, forever stuck in the last second of night.
The majestic royal palace loomed in the central area of Necalis, near the coast of Necker Island.
The base layer of the front square served as a reception and security checkpoint area connected to the coastal road and was usually open to the public, allowing demons to visit and learn about the history of the demon world.
While it was usually orderly, this morning it was bustling with demon guards and media reporters crowding the platforms outside the front square passageways. Despite the Necalis guard's deployment of a protective barrier around the palace to ensure order and safety, it did little to diminish the demons' anticipation.
Wherever there was a magic screen in Necalis, demons gathered.
They waited with bated breath for the significant event happening within the palace to be projected and relayed to them through the invited demons.
Noble demons ascended the lengthy staircase leading to the Demon King's Palace, one after another. After traversing the long corridors of the palace, their vision suddenly opened up.
The first floor housed the Regency Hall, offices, and a resting area for the nobility, serving as the core zone for internal work and meetings.
As for the second floor and above, which were off-limits...
Only royal family members, those summoned, and ministers of the Fallen Lord rank were granted access.
At that moment, on the second floor...
"Your Highness, take a deep breath. You seem a bit tense."
"I'm not nervous at all."
Princess Sybeline and her court attendant, Lysandra, walked side by side down the corridor, their soft conversation echoing gently.
Though there were no Fallen Lords watching them at that moment, they were both aware that the Fallen Lord was waiting downstairs in the Regency Hall, and the first floor was packed with demons. Escaping was absolutely impossible.
The corridor was spacious and bright, adorned with ancient demon-world oil paintings, sculptures, and antiques—each a masterpiece of the demon realm.
The lighting accentuated the corridor's carpet, and Princess Sybeline wore a light blue gown that resembled ice crystals. Her hands were covered with white silk gloves, and her silver-long hair was elegantly twisted into a bun at the back of her head, each strand carefully braided to create a dignified and noble look. A few stray locks gently caressed her cheeks.
"..."
Lysandra knew why the princess was nervous.
As a princess who had experienced many grand occasions, Sybeline possessed a calmer demeanor than most demons. Even on a day as significant as this, she wouldn't usually lose her composure.
However, today, the princess was going to meet McCassy.
It had been a long time since they had last seen each other.
Whenever the princess heard McCassy's name, a genuine smile would appear on her face. She cared about him and was curious about him. The usually serene princess would experience mood swings because of him, and every day they spent apart felt like an eternity.
Obviously, McCassy was the real reason for the princess's nerves.
"Your Highness, do you think Mr. McCassy will win?" Lysandra asked tentatively.
Although Lysandra didn't understand why the princess was so confident that McCassy would find a way to take her away today, even if he could convince Fallen Lord Kaliella, McCassy's opponents today weren't just the powerful demons; there was also Ulysses, the tenth ancestor of the Blood Tribe.
"He will win," Princess Sybeline asserted with a confident nod.
"Could he be stronger than the Tenth Ancestor, Ulysses?"
In recent days, Lysandra had interacted with McCassy quite a bit.
However, the more she felt she understood him, the more enigmatic he became, and she even started to suspect that he might be a powerful demon hiding his true strength.
After all, there were only two possibilities when she could clearly sense that his magical power was weak and stable: either he was truly weak, or he was so strong that it was beyond the comprehension of mortals.
Setting aside Lysandra's one-sided and baseless fantasy, she was convinced that the Tenth Ancestor, Ulysses, was an opponent that few beings in the present world could defeat in terms of artistry.
Even the most ancient and renowned artisans in the demon realm would find it hard to surpass Ulysses of the Blood Tribe.
With his unique artistic talent and endless years to hone his craft, Ulysses had reached unparalleled heights.
Many years had passed since he last picked up a brush, perhaps lost in contemplation or perhaps having already attained the pinnacle of perfection, bored of painting.
Now, no one knew the extent of his current realm.
"I don't know," Hyperion answered honestly, as she had never seen Lanchi paint before.
"But he's more skilled than the most accomplished painter I've ever seen."
She asserted confidently.
Perhaps Lanchi couldn't surpass the Duke of Migaya, who was renowned as a polymath, in various other skills. But when it came to painting alone, Hyperion believed that Lanchi far exceeded her father, the Duke.
She trusted her father, and so she trusted Lanchi even more.
"Does that mean you're also prepared to marry him today if you believe he will win?" Lysandra asked softly.
"!"
Hyperion's steps suddenly stiffened.
Lysandra looked at Hyperion's pale skin, which had a hint of redness, and was sure that it wasn't makeup.
It seemed that the princess was truly flustered when this topic was brought up.
"No, it's just a marriage. It's not a big deal. If he dares to propose, I dare to accept!"
Hyperion quickened her pace towards the staircase,
"Just wait and see who blushes first."
"..."
Lysandra smiled helplessly and followed the princess to the staircase, descending the steps.
Due to today's official business, Lysandra had left home early, around four or five in the morning.
She had noticed that the lights were already on in McCassy's home at that early hour.
Apparently, McCassy had also made up his mind.
After traversing the lengthy corridors, they arrived at the gallery that connected to the Regency Hall.
Every few steps, they could feel the invisible barriers set up by Fallen Lord Zuiluo, all the way up to the entrance of the Regency Hall.
The massive Regency Hall, the largest chamber in the royal palace, had its tall doors wide open.
Circle after circle of fan-shaped seats were arranged in ascending tiers, forming a spacious semi-circular seating area.
Here, the nobles and ministers of the demon realm mingled and conversed in low voices.
Most of the witnesses had already taken their seats, and the demon realm's politicians and powerful figures were present.
Hyperion's gaze landed on Fallen Lord Kaliella, who sat in the seat next to the throne, the seat that belonged to her as the princess.
Fallen Lord Kaliella glanced at her and quickly averted her attention, no longer concerned with the princess who was supposed to be the main focus of today's events.
Kaliella was simply confused as she gazed at a male figure sitting in the distant seats.
Currently, there was a demon named McCassy, who was highly regarded by the upper-class nobility of the demon realm.
He was chatting and laughing with the powerful political figures of the demon world.
"This is the second time, and he still hasn't looked at me," Kaliella muttered in a barely audible voice, sounding a bit dejected.
(End of Chapter)
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