Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window of the Headmaster of Purgatory Corridor Academy's office, the starlight of the Demon World spilled into the room, overlapping with the fireplace to create a shimmering glow.

They embraced each other in a bittersweet mixture of tears and laughter, as if performing a graceful duet, yet comically like crabs scuttling sideways.

"I'm really sorry to have to separate you ahead of time."

Lanci, feeling guilty, sat down beside the sofa and whispered, waiting for Hyperion and Siegler to say their goodbyes.

Perhaps for Siegler, she wasn't yet aware that they were people from a different era, and might never see each other again in the future, but a farewell was bound to come eventually.

Such is life, an encounter for a brief span.

Every parting could potentially be a final parting.

But a parting with a known certainty makes it even harder to accept.

He, too, was truly reluctant to let go of Siegler.

Siegler was an impeccable child, a trustworthy companion to whom one could entrust their life, upright and courageous, with qualities that shone like gold.

Fortunately, Hyperion had left a voice recording as a keepsake of sisterly affection for Siegler; even after returning to the present world, through the Shadow World Record Program, she could still see Siegler's appearance and hear her voice.

That was the only consolation.

Siegler and Hyperion, stuck together in the Principal's Office, took a long time before they were willing to let go of each other.

"Sister, we're going to be lifelong good sisters."

Siegler held on to Hyperion's arms and said.

"Yes, my affection for you will never change, boo hoo, my Siegler."

Hyperion, with tears streaming down, answered sobbingly.

In the end, Siegler hugged Hyperion once more and let go of the soft and tall figure of the Demonic Girl.

"Calila."

Siegler turned to look at the grey-haired Phantom Demon by the window.

As soon as she let go of Hyperion, she ran toward Calila.

Talia looked at her in surprise, not knowing what to say during their farewell, only instinctively opening her arms and allowing Siegler to rush into her embrace.

"Calila, I can't eat the food you make anymore... You must eat well and sleep well every day, be happy, and never worry about the Demon World again."

Siegler buried her head in Calila's face and advised.

"Siegler, don't worry, I've already let go of the Demon World."

Talia was also extremely reluctant to let go, her feelings mixed as she closed her eyes.

"Boo hoo, Calila..."

Siegler's sobs grew heavier, and she gradually found herself unable to speak, just like Hyperion moments before.

"Don't cry, don't cry. How about I leave you with a phrase too, that you can listen to when you miss me in a foreign land?"

Talia comforted Siegler, gently stroking her hair while she suggested.

Compared to the emotions displayed during Siegler's farewell with Hyperion, Talia actually felt that Siegler was more attached to her.

It was a truly heartfelt sorrow, as if Siegler's farewell with Hyperion was just brief, but with her, it was a long-term separation.

"Okay."

Siegler hurriedly thought of something and took out the Voice Recording Orb.

At first, she hadn't planned to leave a message for Calila, intending only to tease Hyperion later, but now she realized she could also leave a message for Calila, to take back to the present world as an everlasting treasure.

"My darling, I will love you forever."

Talia tenderly said to Siegler, sincerely, filled with her blessings.

Parent-child relationships are only for half a life; may the decade of memories between Calila and Siegler forever become a spiritual source in Siegler's heart to face adversities.

"Wow, Mama!"

Siegler finally couldn't stop her tears and hugged the grey-haired Witch tightly, shouting out the call she had long nurtured in her dreams.

Siegler was about to melt into a puddle, using Calila as her pillow.

"I'm here."

Talia responded to Siegler's call.

"Ah, Goddess of Destiny, you've really wrought suffering."

Lanci, sitting on the sofa watching their goodbye, was also noticeably moved.

He had originally thought they could stay together for another five days, but now everyone had to walk their separate paths.

When they returned to the present world.

Hyperion would probably be heartbroken in Ichrite for a long time, Talia would also miss Brilda deeply, and Siegler would become the Holy Emperor in this otherworldly shadow.

They would no longer have the chance to stay under one roof like this.

"So, goodbye then."

Hutasi chatted beside the window in the Principal's Office for quite a while before they finally completed their farewells.

They understood that Lanci's lack of rushing them was out of consideration; it didn't mean that time in the Shadow World wasn't precious, Lanci might have very important things to discuss with Siegler.

"We'll go to the Demon King's Restaurant first, don't let Siegler get lost in the Purgatory Corridor later."

The grey-haired Witch came to the door, opened the door to the Principal's Office, and reminded Lanci.

Talia had witnessed Lanci entrusting a mission to Siegler in the Principal's Office through the Mirror of Tiberius, a task only Siegler could accomplish.

She would naturally not disturb Lanci further.

"Mhm."

Lanci nodded.

The three from the Demon Race disappeared before the Principal's Office door.

"Goodbye."

Hyperion, also reluctant at the door, watched Lanci and Siegler, then resolutely closed the door.

"..."

The night grew deeper, and only Lanci and Siegler remained in the Principal's Office.

Lanci sat on the sofa, looking at the star-filled night sky of the Demon World for a long time.

Siegler stood in front of the spacious brown wooden table, her fingers gently caressing the tabletop.

The atmosphere in the room shifted from the previous loud merriment to a quiet and cool stillness.

"Would you like something to drink? I imagine you need something stimulating."

Siegler walked over to a cabinet on one side of the Principal's Office, skillfully picked up a glass, and broke the silence.