Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1301 - 824: Hugh Hyperion and Isatia’s Meeting

It is said—

The eve of the festival is actually part of the festival itself.

"Winter has truly arrived."

Even while lying in bed, Hyperion could sense the festive atmosphere of the winter celebrations outside the window at Saint Kray Monastery.

Today, the shopkeepers of Brilda must already be busy decorating their storefronts and preparing to sell Moon Goddess Festival-themed products tomorrow. The young students at the monastery must be fretting about how to match their outfits, while the teachers fear losing dignity during the monastery's grand festivities.

Every grand celebration always puts on a lively display.

"The South Continent is engulfed in war. Precisely because of this, when the festival arrives, people yearn even more to revel, to indulge in joy, hoping to dispel the shadows in their hearts."

Talia stared at the increasingly light snowfall outside the window and spoke to Hyperion.

This was something Lanci had taught her.

She used to have little concept of human festivals.

In the second-floor bedroom, the two chatted away, losing track of time. Glancing at the clock now, they realized it was already past ten in the morning.

"I hope tomorrow will be sunny, or at least cloudy, without rain. At most, light snow."

Hyperion struck a peculiar pose, pressing her palms together in mock prayer.

"Let's hope so."

Talia simply nodded casually.

The weather was something even the Moon Goddess people prayed to couldn't guarantee.

Whatever the weather, it wouldn't affect her meals, so she didn't mind.

"By the way, Tata, you've been chatting with me for so long; you haven't eaten anything yet. Are you hungry?"

Hyperion suddenly realized and asked Talia.

"A little."

Talia rubbed her stomach.

Her attention had originally been diverted by Hyperion, but now that this was brought up, she suddenly felt a bit hungry.

Just the thought of food made her flat stomach emit soft growling noises.

It was time to head downstairs to prepare some breakfast and lunch.

"Oh, Hyperion, there's something else."

When she thought of the group downstairs, Talia turned her gaze back to Hyperion.

"Your mother, Isatia, has been found."

She had almost forgotten to tell Hyperion this crucial piece of news.

There were so many things she wanted to say that even their brief conversation couldn't seem to cover them all.

Hyperion froze upon hearing those words.

As if she hadn't fully processed their meaning.

Slowly, she raised her head, and her amber eyes stared straight into Talia's.

"Where is she?"

Hyperion abruptly turned emotionally intense and asked, unable to contain the wildly surging emotions. Her eyes reddened.

Ever since gaining memory, she had countless times imagined what kind of woman her mother might be.

The only clues she had were the photographs from the Duke's Mansion and the Duke's paintings—the shadow of that sleeping beauty with whom she had never exchanged a single word.

"She's downstairs."

Talia pointed to the carpet beneath her feet as she answered.

Hyperion threw off the blankets and dashed out of the room barefoot, tears scattering from the corners of her eyes.

The agonizing bone-breaking pain that had plagued her seemed paralyzed in that instant, or perhaps compared to the obsessive longing she felt, all other pain seemed insignificant.

"Wait, Hyperion."

Talia hurriedly followed and hugged Hyperion's waist, pulling her back to the bedside. She calmingly steadied the trembling Hyperion, held onto her ankle, helped her put on her shoes, bundled her in an overcoat, and led her downstairs.

She understood how monumental this moment was for Hyperion.

No less than if the Fallen Wonderland had materialized.

Or if Hyperion's daily childhood wish had suddenly come true, so overwhelming that she couldn't react immediately when she first heard it.

But Hyperion needed rest and recovery from Poison. Winter in South Crayney was colder than expected, and the first floor was not as warm as the second-floor bedroom. This was the time when her immunity was weakest, and she could very well catch a chill.

"Are you feeling cold?"

Talia led Hyperion to the second-floor corridor, where the air was instantly chillier than in the room.

"I… I don't know."

Hyperion's trembling could be heard in her voice and felt in her hands. She tightened her grip on Talia ever so slightly.

Perhaps it was because she was overly nervous, or maybe there was a hint of fear.

"It's okay. If you're cold, I'll hold you. If you're scared, I'll hold your hand. It's alright. Let's go see Isatia."

Talia turned to hug Hyperion reassuringly, transmitting some of her warmth before continuing toward the staircase with her.

She surprisingly understood Hyperion's emotions at this moment.

Sometimes, seeing a long-lost loved one could bring unexpected fear—the fear of losing them again, the fear that they might suddenly vanish, the fear of never being able to see them again.

"Thank you, Tata."

Hyperion shook her head, steadying her breath slightly, and followed Talia.

There were so many words she wanted to say to the gray-haired woman walking beside her, but she knew she couldn't possibly finish them all at this moment.

Truthfully, as long as she had Talia, she wouldn't be afraid. The one who truly gave her motherly love was not the imagined biological mother but the woman who stayed by her side day and night, Talia.

Talia and Hyperion arrived at the second-floor lounge, walking down the stairs that connected it to the first-floor lounge, gradually revealing the entrance to the spacious first-floor reception hall.

As a cold winter morning approached eleven, streams of frigid sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the carpet adorned with the Elseya Holy Domain insignia.

Isatia sat dazed in front of the leather sofa, her vacant eyes staring at the program airing on the screen, her face devoid of its usual radiance.