Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Above the ruins of the void.

The dark threads had transformed into warm and abundant magic power, enveloping Hyperion's body. The sensation of her bones nearly shattering began to subside, and her injuries slowly started to heal.

This was Duke Migaya's dark puppet stitching—a healing-oriented dark attribute magic.

Duke Migaya not only mastered comprehensive attributes, but he could also refine various forms of magic into his own dark magic, granting them bonuses from the [Distant Slab - Dark].

The girl trembled, her overwhelming longing and grievances spilling forth as tears.

After such a prolonged dream, in the moment her eyes finally saw reality, she still couldn't fully believe it.

Perhaps it was the physical pain. Perhaps her spirit and will had already reached their limits. Her vision blurred, leaving only the faint glimmers within Blood Moon City.

For an instant, it was as if she saw countless things all at once.

"Rest assured, as a law-abiding pioneer, I wouldn't play tricks on you."

That was at the top of Ichrite Academy. He had a sunny and cheerful appearance as he spoke to her.

If she had lost that exam, she might have ended up as a corpse on the streets outside of campus.

...

"If we don't set out now, we'll never be able to embark! So trust me, let's go."

In the classroom.

That voice was bright and clear, almost impatient to bring her along on an extraordinary journey.

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"Let's not even discuss the dangers of provoking the Demon Race—I mean, there might actually be good people among them! Hyperion, don't discriminate against the Demon Race."

A tone of sincere advice echoed in the hallways of Purgatory Corridor Academy.

...

"If we can find your father, I'll have a strong backer."

On an otherwise unimpressive morning, he had finished listening to the Original Slabs lecture and had decided he would help her find her father no matter what.

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"Hyperion, don't worry. With us detectives and lawyers by your side, no villain can hurt you."

At the Holy Temple's banquet, those two had a tendency to extend their hands to help whenever a companion was in need.

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"Do you think you can hurt her?"

Confronting the assassins sent by the Destruction Branch at a cabin restaurant, the gray-haired witch held her close, gazing at the assassin with every word delivered like a condemnation of trash.

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"No matter the outcome in a month's time, when I see you again, I'll have arrangements ready for your return to the South Continent. So come back safely, and may Lady Goddess bless you."

In the North Continent Temple, Hyperion had once heard the Snow Witch's devout voice during a prayer.

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"Apologize to the two young ladies! What if Count Milford's crucial vote causes Lord Asksan to lose the election—how will you take responsibility?"

At Rock Intersection Station, the Grand Priest of Nirvana's provocation was countered by her invisible guardian.

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"I love you to death—I can't believe I'm friends with Miss Duchess! And can you imagine a noble young lord from Hutton Kingdom bullying you before? Next time we run into him, whether Sinola and I agree or not will settle the matter."

On the ride back to the South Continent, her circle of friends grew larger and larger.

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"Miss Hyperion, leave it to me. Please rest assured."

On Nanwantina's night of downfall, her butler Hans bowed and pledged.

The old man trusted her, willing to let her follow her own judgment to do what was right.

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"Why did you come back?"

During their ordeal of shared hardship, on the verge of dying together.

Talia wanted to yell at Hyperion to push her away but choked up, unable to make a sound.

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"Today, Princess Hyperion belongs to the Great Demon Clan, McCarthy. Even if your First Ancestor appeared, it would be futile."

Fallen Lord Calila defiantly protected Hyperion on the throne, fully prepared to personally enter the fray.

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"Did you notice? Reality is converging with your Gentle Town, which means it can still come true."

On a quiet evening in Naikarisu, Lanci suddenly asked her,

"See, even the nobles from Hutton Kingdom will no longer trouble you. We've got clues from Duke Migaya and Antanas' support might help us locate Miss Isatia. In short—whatever your dream is, I'll help you achieve it."

Lanci gazed at her, raised the glass in his hand, and smiled broadly as he made his promise.

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"Will the Blood Clan really lose?"

Siegler's petite figure curled up in her embrace, looking up to her as though comforting Hyperion, yet also seeking comfort herself.

She had once stared at newspapers every single day, unable to understand them or find hope, yet still persisted. She and Hyperion had been equally awkward and stubborn.

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"You're not allowed to hurt her—"

In the final moments of the eternal dream, as Melogas' poisonous stinger struck once more, silver stardust scattered amidst the dark night. The magical witch appeared mid-air like an ethereal Celestial Spirit. Her white dress flowed elegantly, her posture graceful, but not a single trace of a smile was visible on her angelic face. With veins bulging, her hand seized Melogas' scorpion tail.

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"..."

The reflection of the principal on the glass remained quiet.

Even with the dim starlight outside, the shadows of the boy and girl on the glass stood out sharply, capturing the undead of history.

It felt as though they'd returned to the days where they challenged Purgatory Corridor Academy together.

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"H-Hyperion, are you calling me mom...? Do you not hate me anymore?"

At the moment of reunion with her mother, Isatia mechanically embraced her back. Tears uncontrollably soaked her strands of hair.

"I... I..."

Isatia choked back sobs, unable to gather her breath, unable to form coherent words.

Each time memory invoked those Ichrite phrases, hands were extended toward scenes of old, toward the happiness that once existed but could never again be reclaimed.

There were always words lost in solitude, this longing ineffable, trembling with fear yet brimming with infinite tenderness.

...

The once unimaginable dreams came true one by one.

"Hyperion."

"Hyperion-meow."

"Hyperion!"

Her mind was filled with the echoes of her friends calling her name.

From one voice, to many voices.

Until, at last.

Before her eyes, beneath the light emitted by the Original Slabs.

The sound of her father clearly calling her name.

"Hyperion."

In Migaya's eyes was a mixture of guilt and relief. Even if he had countless things to say, he couldn't utter them all at once to his daughter.

"Yes, I've found you."

She closed her eyes, tears of joy slipping down her scarred face, choking back a dreamlike murmur.

The long journey thus far, and all the words she could have said, condensed into this single sentence, as the tears of Hyperion's dreams coming true continued to fall.