Chapter 369: Huberlian Appears

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At night, in North Helrom, the capital of the Empire. ● Search , . ●

The arcane powered rail train just emerged from the shuddering, charcoal-grey rock tunnel, passing through winding mountain passes, and into a boundless, symmetrical grove of silent ancient trees.

The silhouette of the mountain peaks, accompanied by occasional flickering lights, rendered the Helstrom National Forest Park and lakes beyond the fortified city-state even more profound against the rushing train's noise.

In the distance, the outline of Helrom gradually came into focus. The city's lights flickered to life one by one, adorning the horizon and seeming to answer the twinkling starlight piercing the darkness.

Inside the carriage, the clock hands had just passed seven. The pale yellow lights danced on the wooden paneling. Passengers sat either in quiet contemplation or engaged in lively conversation. A blend of noise and serenity filled the air. Attendants bustled through the carriages, efficiently attending to passengers' various requests. After each service, they would wear a professional smile and continue their rounds.

Huperlyan sat by the window, her face reflected in the glass as she gazed out silently. A red hair ornament adorned her pitch-black hair at this time, and her long hair fell diagonally onto her shoulders.

Facing her, Melissa had already changed into the robes of the Protoss Royal Mage Academy, her ear tips bearing a barely perceptible trace of demonic features.

Between the two of them, there was the occasional rustle of Mishula turning pages in her book. They both maintained their silence as they neared their destination, Herloom.

Outside, the scenery flashed by, occasionally allowing a glimpse of Helm's deep light.

The sound of a book closing broke the silence. Misura tucked the book into her handbag. Although she hadn't finished reading *War Saga*, which she had borrowed from her sister, she decided to stop indulging in it for now and wait until she got back to school.

"Sister, don't worry. The Imperial City of Helrom isn't that dangerous. The Resurrection Cult can't be as rampant as the Desolation Branch in the north. At least at school, we won't encounter members of the Resurrection Cult."

Mishuara, as if noticing Huberlian's slight anxiety, comforted him.

She felt that her sister might still be uneasy because of what happened to her in the He Box Mountains province.

Most of the time, Huberlian maintains a composed demeanor. Only when she is with Misela does she slightly relax, revealing her true feelings.

"Mitsura... I understand, thank you."

Huberly, because of Mira's words, looked at Mira, slightly stunned, and then thanked her.

Although there was a brief moment of danger at the checkpoint in Box Mountain Province, the day and a half journey through the northern reaches of the Empire to reach the central regions was surprisingly peaceful.

In this comfortable space, she was naturally more relaxed and less tense in front of her loved ones.

However, Mishura was unaware of the mission she carried, nor the hellish tasks that awaited her upon arrival in the Imperial City of Herloom.

Every time she thought about diving into that solitary prison in this unfamiliar city, even venturing into the pitch-black depths that could imprison eight-ranked demon clans, fear would grip her.

But no one could tell, she could only keep this secret work hidden in her heart.

How are you Do you still like this book

Huberly noticed Misura starting to get ready for the train's arrival and turned, smiling, asking instead.

The book that Melisandre just put away was one the Snow Queen had lent to Hoberon to pass the time on their journey, and he had then passed it on to Melisandre.

This was originally a book passed down from the Protoss Empire. It wouldn't arouse suspicion within the borders of Protoss, and most importantly, the Ice Snow Witch sealed the [Great Love Poet] as a bookmark, hiding it inside this book to pass security.

"That's pretty interesting, I don't want to look at anything else now, I just want to see the heartbroken loser's meltdown."

Mishura, with a serious expression, crossed her arms and evaluated the situation.

Although this novel is a work of fiction set in the era of holy wars, with completely fabricated stories and characters, it boasts three distinct female protagonists. One appears to be the quintessential "main heroine," another embodies the tragic figure of a "failed main heroine," and lastly, there's one who perfectly captures the essence of a "supporting character."

"Aren't you talking about the girl who is always eating or holding something to eat whenever she appears"

Huberly asked in confusion, "This book, which was just published by the Imperial Royal Magic Academy Press at the beginning of this year, only has the first part. It's hard to say who the winner will be in the end."

It's her.

Mishura nodded.

"I think she's very cute."

Hubberly felt that if she were a boy, she would definitely be most attracted to the female lead.

"I think the most adorable is still the younger female lead. If life is a journey, she feels despair and loneliness, but she can also dispel these emotions, behaves gracefully and keeps her promises, possessing beauty worthy of being held in the palm of your hand."

Misura, filled with a youthful heart, spoke to Huberlian.

As the two of them discussed topics related to the book, the brief waiting moment seemed to pass quickly. Even the hands of the clock seemed to turn twice unknowingly.

With a slight tremor, the train began to slow down. The stars and lights outside the window gradually decreased in speed as they passed, and the quiet night was replaced by the approaching light of the Helrom station platform.

The low rumble between the wheels and the tracks gradually faded throughout the night, signaling that the journey was coming to an end.

Mishura and Huberlia both lifted their heads from the book, the conversation ending there. Their eyes gazed out through the carriage windows at the world beyond.

On the gradually approaching platform, the hurried figures of people gradually became clearer. The sound of passengers moving outside the compartment rose and fell incessantly.

"Sister, let's go to the business district to buy some things first, then go back to school."

Mi'sha looked out the window then back at Huberlyan, "I feel like ever since we left home, you haven't been able to truly relax."

"It's a good idea to go out of campus during the weekend, otherwise we won't be able to go out for several days starting on Monday."

If possible, Misura clearly didn't want to spend a minute in that Protoss Royal Magic Academy.

Luggage previously checked at the station has a direct delivery service to the residents' homes provided by Protoss Royal Academy.

As aristocrats, they were given a single-family house in the North Side residential area of the academy by Earl Milford.

After disembarking, they had almost no luggage. If they walked south from the station, it would take over ten minutes to reach the Protoss Royal Magic Academy. If they walked north, they would arrive in the southern part of the Helorum city-state, a very bustling commercial district with many well-known shops in Helorum and numerous lively spectacles.

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[ ]ut down their books and talk about lighter topics. Zesthila would sometimes mention things happening at school or her own confusions, while Lanche would share his experiences and give her some advice....