ey are not particularly skilled in combat and hold low positions, but they are renowned in the Demon Realm music scene. Therefore, they were specially invited to serve as music instructors for the Dem...Chapter 340: The tranquil years of Huberlian

In the drawing-room at Milford Manor, a fire blazed merrily in the hearth, casting a warm glow upon the velvet sofas and chairs and adding much needed warmth to the lofty room. The crackling flames and the hiss of burning wood brought a touch of dynamism to the otherwise silent space.

Huberley's hands rested on her knees, her eyes complex, as if deep in thought.

"May I ask, Child of Nirvana, why did you leave the Northwest Province in such haste"

Hughley looked at the Earl of Milford and put her question to him.

Although she knew that Lord Milford's intelligence was never wrong, she still worried it was a trap.

"It seems there have been some issues on the northern border of the Empire, with Asksan, the Obliterator Bishop, being reassigned to the north."

Count Milford was also perplexed, stroking his beard thoughtfully. It seemed strange to him that such a major commotion would occur in the north to warrant the summoning of the Silent Child by the Silent Bishop himself.

It's almost as if someone was drawing all the fire away from Huberly.

Count Milford was certain that the Silent Son had now arrived at the northern transport hub of Box Mountain Province by way of the aetherrail, and begun his journey northward.

“If the Silent Son can't finish his mission quickly, he may not be back within seven days. However, even if he comes back these few days, I will plan a route to avoid him going to Helrom in the first place.”

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He felt that the young priestess carried a burden far too heavy for her. He wished she could rest and be free from it all.

"Phew."

Upon hearing this, Huberly felt completely at ease. Her tense heart, relaxed from the tension, felt a little lightheaded, but she couldn't quite feel grounded.

"Praise the beautiful goddess, may she continue to bless Hyperion."

Three clergymen prayed sincerely, in their view, this was a miracle of the goddess appearing.

Of course, she who could become the beloved disciple of Saint Lady and the soulmate of Lance Wilford must be a chosen one, blessed by the Goddess of Fate.

The new abbess must surely be Miss Huberlian.

"Goodbye... Such a stroke of luck couldn't happen again. Hellrom wouldn't welcome me, nor create the world anew for me."

Huperlyan shook her head. Sometimes, good fortune was a little too much to handle.

Life's luck is limited, whoever uses it up first goes first. Ever since she met Lance, her luck has been quite good. Unexpectedly, after a short separation from him, her luck became even more unbelievable.

Lianchi sacrifices merit for good fortune, he has nothing to fear, but she does.

As the conversation came to an end.

Earl Milford leaned on his cane and gazed out the door of the rest room.

"Anyway, you've all worked hard getting here. Make sure to get some rest. Miss Huberlian, your room is on the second floor. I'll have one of the house staff take you there in a moment. Also, Mishula, that child, heard you were coming today and is probably waiting near her room."

Earl Milford spoke to the priestesses of the Fates.

When he mentioned his daughter Mishula, he seemed somewhat resigned.

"It's alright, I'm Misura's aunt now. When we get to the Imperial City of Herloom, I'll take care of her as my younger sister. You can rest assured, Count."

Hughbert rose to his feet and bowed again to Milford, Earl of Ashton, one of the helpers of their Church.

Thank you, Miss Huberlian.

Earl Milford nodded slightly, touching the bronze lamp to break the soundproofing spell, and then led the others out of the rest room.

As I opened the door, at the far end of the mansion's corridor, I saw a female housekeeper in a navy blue uniform with silver buttons glistening. She was waiting there.

She bowed slightly to the assembled crowd. Milford, noticing her afterward, turned back to Huberlian and said, "Just as well, the housekeeper in charge of Maisura is right here. She will take you to your room."

Huperly nodded, and after a brief exchange with Milford Earl and three clergymen, she bid them farewell and moved on.

The steward, upon seeing Huberlian, bowed slightly and said in a respectful tone, "Please follow me, Miss Millian."

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In the corridor, wall lamps cast a soft yellow light, making the carved walls appear even more ancient and historical. Every certain distance, there was a deep, intricately carved wooden door, each with a distinct style. Occasionally, a faint light could be seen filtering from the gaps between the doors.

The head housekeeper walked in the front, her steps steady and measured, leading Huberli comfortably at her pace.

As I climbed the stairs, and finally reached the second floor, at the far end of the spacious corridor, I spotted a figure standing there.

Her figure was slender, her skin as white as snow. Her golden hair was skillfully braided into an elegant bun, adorned with two shimmering ornaments. Her hands, wearing translucent white gloves, were quietly resting in front of her.

Getting closer, the girl also looked at herself.

Looking directly at her, you'll notice the girl has bright eyes, but her pupils are slightly slanted upwards, and her ear tips are a little longer than usual.

Hubert is familiar with this type of characteristic.

The maiden waiting here must be Milford Earl's daughter, Milura. She may have a small amount of demon blood, but at most one-eighth or one-sixteenth mixed. It's far less than the obvious demonic features of Huberlian in his half-demon form after removing his disguise.

It is said that in the Protoss Empire, people with trace amounts of demon blood are not uncommon.

The bloodline of demons does indeed bring stronger magical talents than ordinary humans, but it can also lead to extreme personalities due to the nature of demons.

In the Protoss Empire, where demons are already hostilely viewed, growing up in such an environment makes it even more difficult to get along with humans.

The girl waited silently as Huberly approached, saying nothing.

"Miss Misura, I am Milianne. I will be staying here today."

Huperly introduced herself to her in a friendly manner.

Misura looked up and down at Huberlian with her eyes.

"Are you my sister"

Mishula looked slightly disappointed, shifting her gaze away from her rather cold stare.

"!"

Huaiberli's heart skipped a beat.

This familiar feeling brought back memories of her hometown, Ikaterra.

Since her father disappeared, those who usually looked down on her but were too afraid to show it have become even more brazen in expressing their malice towards her, making her realize the fickleness of human nature.

After arriving in the North Continent, she finally met someone who wasn't very kind to her.

"Come with me."

Meryl glared, tossing out those words before stalking into Hyberlia's room as if she had already been there.

"…"

Huberlyan said nothing, and followed along with a stiff upper lip.

She promised to look after Milura for Earl Milford.

Even though Misura can be willful, I would still give in to her.

She had long since grown accustomed to forbearance during her days in Ikte.

Huperlian walked through the open room door. The interior was just as elegant and luxurious as the lounge. In the center, there was a large bed with a silk quilt embroidered with Imperial classical patterns. Along one wall sat a spacious long table that seamlessly connected to a cabinet, accompanied by cotton-padded cushioned chairs. On top were various life magic devices.

At the same time, Mishura's voice rang out again before Hyberlia.

"Milford girls are so beautiful, we shouldn't let others underestimate us. An earl's daughter should act like an earl's daughter."

Misura still looked at Huberlian without a smile on her face.

Only several brand new gift boxes from the store were seen placed on the sofa behind Misha. They seemed to contain some winter clothes and jewelry exclusive to Milford's Jewelers.

"This...is this for me"

Huperlian was unsure for a moment, her lips parting in surprise as she pointed at the gifts.

I didn't buy you too many, I was afraid you wouldn't like them.

Seeing Huberlian's hesitant look, Mishura nodded in confirmation.

"Thank you, Misura..."

Huberly was surprised, with a hint of emotion.

She suddenly felt the resemblance between Milura and Earl Milford.

In our family, we must follow the rules. If you think a rule is problematic, you can bring it up and we'll discuss it together in a meeting.

Mishula saw that Huberlia seemed less tense now, and she said to her.

"Okay."

Hubberley listened patiently as Misura, with a didactic air, spoke words of reason.

Our family has dinner at six o'clock in the evening, please don't be late, or my father, mother, and I will wait for you to finish before we start eating.

Mirella continued to tell Huberly about the rules of their house.

"Okay."

Hubert paused, realizing that the consequence of being late was his entire family waiting for him.

In addition, our family does not discriminate against those with demon bloodlines, whether it's the servants in our house or my mother and me.

Mishu after finishing speaking, thought about it for a moment, then nodded, meaning that there weren't really any other rules.

"Understood."

Huperli nodded.

She had no reason to discriminate against the demon race, and the rules of the Milford household were surprisingly less than she expected.

Now she uses the ancient Abyssal technology [Transformation: Human] she and Lance acquired together at Purgatory Hall. Even the Empire can't detect that she's a half-demon, though in the Protoss Empire, disguising one's race is punishable by death.

Hubleyan cannot confess to Misura that she is actually a half-demon, and in Misura's eyes, Hubleyan is simply a pure human.

Seeing Huberlian answer so decisively, Misura looked away again.

"It's good that you only stayed in this house for a week."

Her eyebrows furrowed slightly as she muttered to herself.

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Hubley's newly warmed heart cooled slightly.

As expected, an outsider like myself who suddenly arrived at Mishula's house would be disliked and ostracized by her.

However, Misura looked around Hubleyan's room.

"This room is way too small. Father's really something, giving you the guest room... But we leave for Helholm in a week, just make do for now."

Mishura muttered with a hint of complaint, clearly unhappy with her father's arrangement.

"...."

Huperlyan's eyes welled up with tears. Even when she was a duchess in Iktheria, she had never had a sister-in-law treat her so well.

On the contrary, after arriving on the Northern Continent, he became a cleric without noble status and always felt various kinds of warmth.

Misula is a good child, but she might have some problems expressing herself because her father has always been so serious.

All in all, the Milford family are good people.

"Don't disgrace me when you go to the capital."

Mishu'ra looked at Huberly, who seemed somewhat vulnerable.

"Well."

Huperlyan merely responded softly this time.

"If anyone messes with any of us Milfords, we'll make them pay. Anyone who picks on you, just tell them to call me."

"Not losing face" originally meant that if you were bullied, you had to fight back.

Hubberly was beginning to understand what Mishula meant.

Although Mishula is only a second-year student, she clearly has the air of a countess's daughter at Protoss Academy.

This feeling of being taken care of made Huberly think back to her first days at the Ethereal Academy.

Back then, everyone was very unkind to themselves, and there were even people who actively went out of their way to cause trouble for others, being truly unpleasant.

However, back at the Ikereth Academy, there was always someone who had my back...

Would he be the same if he were at Protoss Royal Magic Academy

"...."

Hubley shook her head, ending her daydream.

"Don't worry, Mishura, I'm very strong."

Huperlian looked at Mishula, confidently grinned and said.

She first trained with Lance for a semester, then received tutelage from Tarta, and even underwent more than a month of special training from the Ice Witch. Now she is different from when she first entered and was bullied by others.

"Then I'm relieved. Anyway, if you encounter someone who needs to be dealt with, just fight back. Our family isn't afraid of causing trouble for your father, so don't be afraid."

Michelle nodded.

Although she wasn't good at expressing herself, she had a unique talent for emotional communication. She could feel that her older sister was a very pure person and was afraid that she would be bullied in Helrom, a place of rampant desire and heartless people.

There was a moment of silence between them, as if they had exhausted all their greetings.

Misura's face still held no expression, making it difficult for Huberlyan to gauge her mood or what she was trying to convey.

"By the way, Misha have you heard of someone called Locke"

Hubberley inquired tentatively.

She has been worried about this for a long time.

She wanted to wait until she saw Lord Milford next time and ask him privately. She didn't want the three oracles to know about Lancy's whereabouts in the northern continent under an assumed name. Their conditions absolutely couldn't deteriorate any further.

Maybe we should ask Mira for some insight. She's been to the Imperial City of Helrom many times and likely knows the southern region better than most.

"Locke I've never heard of him. What's your relationship with him, and what are some of his characteristics Do you need me to help you find him"

Mishu stretched her eyebrow and asked back.

Faced with Mireille's icy yet fervent questions, Huberliane shook her head and waved her hands.

He's an old friend of mine who I haven't seen in a long time. I'll look for him when we get to Beijing.

Hearing Misura's answer, she felt relieved.

Huberlian couldn't help but sigh inwardly. It seemed that Ranchi hadn't made a name for himself in the Northwest Province, which was just as well.

Although there is still some news lag between the Northwestern provinces and Helm's Deep due to the northern blockade, Ranch was not making a big name for himself in the capital or the south over a month ago.

"It's fine, I know people at the Helstrom Broadcasting Company. We could just put out a missing person's ad, we'll definitely find him."

Mishuara didn't know what kind of man her cousin was thinking about, but as long as he was in the Protoss Empire, they would definitely find him once they reached the imperial capital, Herlohm.

"I'll have to see how well your eyes work out then, sister."

Misura, seeing Huberley's reaction, felt that he was definitely the person her sister had a crush on.

To marry any of the daughters of the Milford family, one must have achieved something in the Empire. He needs ambition, a strong sense of purpose, and talent.

She will take good care of her sister.

"Misura, you seem to have misunderstood something..."

Hubert had trouble reading Mirella's subtle expressions.

But she couldn't tell Mirella all the stories she had with Lance in the Southern Continent.

But Huberley didn't know why.

After arriving in the North Continent, everything I met, every person and event, was filled with touching and beautiful moments.

Hubert sighed with relief, then looked across the vast room.

Outside, a drizzle continued to fall, like the notes of time's piano, in this quiet and pleasant room. She watched through the glass as the mottled lights danced in the rain mist of the courtyard.

An ordinary, unremarkable view has taken on a new feel.

Everything is just right, it's a heartfelt inspiration.

Even if the future Imperial City of Hel'rom was filled with the unknown and perils, Hyberlian felt a surge of power throughout her being.

Looking forward to everything ending.

The moment they met again.

(The End)

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