Here is the English translation of the text:
Amidst the chaos of collapsing floating structures in the Mist Zone of Blood Moon City.
"What I want to say, Ulysses, is that you're pitiful."
Hyperion looked at Ulysses mockingly, as if telling him that her life was as effortless as a flick of her hand and that she wouldn't waste a glance on someone as pathetic as Ulysses.
Ulysses's frenzied mindset at this moment was no longer capable of perfectly controlling his summon.
"I don't agree! No one would ever love someone like you! If he loves you in your evil form, then he would never love you in your pure, snow-like form. You're lying to me."
Ulysses's face twisted, his eyes ablaze with a fury that could burn everything to ashes. Blood Clan magic power surged around his body, so intense that it distorted the space surrounding him.
The girl's Demon Race visage couldn't hide the emotion on her cheeks—it was evident.
There was indeed such a man who had opened her heart.
