The imperial capital of Herrom.

The light of the complex supported the deep twilight of the fortress city-state of the Protos Empire.

The mega-city appears isolated, and from a distance, the towering, sturdy barrier enchantments seem to merge with the sky and the ground, and the edged architecture of hard stone and cold metal gives the city a sense of age.

At the Magic Energy Train Station on the edge of the city, even at 10 o'clock at night, there are many passengers coming and going on the concourse floor, shuttling through the wide passage between the platform and the station hall.

In the distance, a train enters the station, the shrill cries of wheels rubbing against the rails echo across the empty tracks, and the lights in the carriages shine through the windows onto the moonlit platform.

It is a train with classical decoration and many traces of modern transformation, its surface is covered with subtle runes that gradually shimmer as it approaches the station, echoing the protective barrier of the station.

Inside the carriage.

"Have you finally arrived in the imperial capital?"

Zestyra and Ranch waited briefly at the door.

Even if the door is not opened, you can hear the music echoing from the platform floor.

"It's this nasty ...... again"

Zesti muttered with a slight frown.

Lanch could also be heard clearly from the sidelines.

As if the background of the city of Herrom, in order to present the rich history of Herrom and the noble lineage of the great powers, the main theme chooses a large symphony, including majestic brass instruments and religious strings, solemn and mysterious at the same time calm and lonely, perhaps because of the geographical location and climate of the north, there will be intense and tense passages in the transposition, the organ and the high-pitched parts of the rising scale show a sense of urgency that will never stop.

The melody becomes faster when it descends, and when it rises again, it slows down again, with the brass horn and trombone superimposed, and the bass is the strongest when the treble is the weakest, and the brain is deceived after the reciprocating cycle, forming the illusion that the pitch is rising infinitely, and it does not know when it will fall.

I can't hear hope or relief.

It's like that heavy history of the Demon Holy War has been carved into the bone marrow, and there has been no soft melody and harmonious harmony from beginning to end.

Even now, it essentially contains an attitude of rejection towards the demons.

"I can probably see why you find this music annoying."

Lanch stared thoughtfully out of the glass of the door.

“……”

Zestyla was silent.

She knew that Ranch was a magician, so she might be able to learn something about the making of artistic props, rhythm magic, and the like.

The dissonance in the rhythm made her slightly uncomfortable, but this was not the root cause, and humans who grew up in the peaceful southern continent could not empathize.

Until it gradually stops, the door slowly opens, and a faint transparent mist wafts out of the cabin, and the residual temperature released when the stabilizer is working gradually dissipates.

Amid the music that permeates the station, Ranch steps out the door with Zestyra, and is greeted by a transparent mirror screen that captures the expressions of passengers who have just arrived in the imperial capital, holds them for a few seconds, and then disappears.

"It's the station's tradition to record and detect the identity of every passenger who arrives in the imperial capital."

Zestyla said to the side, telling him not to worry.

If you have camouflage magic on your body, you will be reflected in the prototype just now, and then you will be immediately arrested by the police officers of the Imperial Capital.

"What's this down here?"

The two of them walked on the platform paved with gray stone, and the road was lit up from time to time, and a clear blue luster emerged, creating small ripples spreading under their feet, as if stepping on the sea.

Lanch understood that it wasn't an offensive technique that he stepped on.

"If you don't have the legal documents of the Empire, you won't be able to move here."

Zestyla explained.

Although she doesn't usually communicate with anyone unless she has to, she is used to answering Ranchi's questions patiently.

Because this ignorant and fragile young man needs her.

After passing through a series of complex security checks and checkpoints, the two crossed the station and arrived at the fortress boundary of the imperial capital.

The skyline of Helrom is dominated by brightly lit skyscrapers, ancient churches and extradimensional floating structures, and the night sky is not only a deep blue, but also occasionally a golden firefly, like a mirror reflecting the city.

It is a city full of magical wonders, and the catastrophic accidents caused by the holy war a hundred years ago have left Herrom with many changes that go beyond the physical plane and even spread to the cultural, social and legal aspects.

In Helrom City, humans and hybrids of all kinds live together in a place full of uncertainty, whether you can see floating hanging gardens in the gaps between high-rise buildings, or crash into alchemists fleeing out of control in the underground magic tracks, and the shops range from ancient recipes to advanced magic guides.

While parts of the city-state were known as Absolute Order with great power and imperial power, chaos, crime, and violence were common far from where they were.

"Stay with me, and a hostile gaze will become your daily routine."

Zestirra said to Ranch as she walked on the road to the Royal Academy of Protos.

The school is not far from the station, within walking distance.

"Anyway, when you get to school, will there be the kind of people who come to make trouble?"

In fact, Lanchi had already discovered that the eyes of the people along the way were a little dazzling, not only the residents, but even the guards, and there were almost no good intentions, Zestira looked too much like a pure-blood demon.

"For example?"

"For example, you are reading books by yourself in school, and suddenly a young marquis comes over and taunts you."

Ranch combined it with reality and gave an example of Ichrita's style.

"Then I'll slap him in the face."

Zestira replied, rightfully looking up at Lanchi.

"Good boy."

Ranch approving.

In terms of the culture of the demon world, this is already quite polite.

Since she wants to be a demon, she shouldn't be judged by human standards, Ranch has always been a teacher who respects the individuality of her students.

"But it shouldn't be like that, the guy who really wants your life in this school will hardly talk to you much, and may even try to be your reliable ally first."

Zestyla said.

Although she didn't expect Lanchi to praise her, the kind of aristocracy that Lanchi said was too good-eyed.

"For example?"

Ranch also needs Zestyra as an example.

"For example, at the end of this month, the big assessment of the preparatory students and the film world challenge at the beginning of next month, most of the people who want to be on the team with me have bad intentions."

Zestyla replied indifferently.

"Zestyra, how do you know about other people's attitudes?"

Ranch didn't think Zestyla was delusional about being killed, and her words were very affirmative.

"I can feel hostility and goodwill to a certain extent, you are very special, just like a blank sheet of paper."

She looked at Lanchi again and said.

(End of chapter)