Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 1017 - 752

"I can’t really remember either!"

Talia had never been in such a brain-exploding situation before.

Moreover, every time she thought about having to perform "So cute, I could eat you up," her cheeks reddened and her heart almost burst uncontrollably.

The two were like students who hadn’t reviewed at all before the final exam, frantically flipping through the script in the exam room, trying to remember every line they could!

At the same moment on the stage.

As she ascended the stairs, the opera hall revealed its grandeur—a three-story golden balcony rising along the walls of the hall.

Thousands of gold-trimmed dark velvet seats were impeccably organized, filled with eager spectators.

Soft background music began to play, and the lights slowly illuminated, focusing on the center of the stage.

Cinderella curled up next to the decrepit stove, dressed in a maid’s attire, her face full of fatigue and despair.

"Oh my, I’m so tired and hungry... but my stepmother won’t let me rest, I must work tirelessly... Father, if you are in heaven, why must I endure this torment?"

She whispered to herself,

"If only... if only you were here, how wonderful that would be..."

Cinderella sang a mournful song, narrating her unfortunate plight.

"Withered leaves fall in the cold wind, tears blurring my view of the stars♫. Stepmother’s harsh words wound my heart, can Father in heaven hear clearly♫? Sisters cruel as demons, bullying me ceaselessly♫. Kitchen smoke burns my eyes, dust on my face cannot be washed away♫..."

A knock suddenly interrupted Cinderella’s singing.

She hurriedly got up to answer the door.

The Governor’s Demon Race messenger strode in confidently.

"By the Governor’s decree, a grand banquet will be held tonight at the Governor’s Mansion, all invited from the Province may attend, and His Excellency the Governor will choose a bride from among the eligible young women."

The Demon Race messenger spoke robustly,

"Alas, if the Governor hadn’t been opposing the Demon World, he wouldn’t have made such a defiant statement about marrying a human."

After finishing, his stern expression softened as he sighed almost imperceptibly.

Cinderella, left alone at home, fell deeply asleep amidst the flickering candlelight.

At this point, applause erupted from below the stage.

Both the actors’ skills and the operatic performance effect were top-notch, making the audience feel that their ticket money was well spent tonight.

The scene had not yet ended.

Dressed like a vagabond, Cinderella fell into a cold, hungry sleep by the stove.

Suddenly, a dazzling white light appeared, and the Cat Immortal approached slowly. He resembled an Orc from the Black Cat Clan, draped in a mystical robe, holding a rod, emanating an ethereal fairy aura.

"Child, do not cry, your kindness is seen by heaven. I am the messenger of the gods of love and will, and I shall aid you with my Mana."

Accompanied by heavenly music, the Cat Immortal gently awakened Cinderella, who was leaning by the coal stove.

"A messenger of the Love God?"

Cinderella, as if awakening from a dream,

"Have you heard the call of my heart? Can I really meet the one who will rescue me?"

"Fear not, child. As long as you believe in wishes and dreams, anything is possible. Quick, cards, represent my doves! Come to me!"

The Cat Immortal smiled warmly and waved his rod, and a streak of golden light flashed.

Countless playing cards flew in front of him, assembling into a card house-like splendid carriage, and a group of black and white doves gathered around his knee, magically transforming into uniformed maid servants, while Cinderella was tightly concealed by the mist, taking the opportunity to run backstage.

Next, the beautifully dressed Cinderella can make her appearance onstage, allowing a perfect switch and the next scene to begin.

"Magical rod, obey my command!"

The Cat Immortal waved his rod, loudly chanting.

"Cute—Transform—!"

He finished his chant.

A burst of light erupted.

But when the mist of light dissipated, nothing had happened, and there was no sign of Cinderella on the stage.