Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 1002 - 746: Isatia Wants to Eat Melon

At one side of the long table in the Silver Palace, Talia patiently enlightened Lanci on the traditional culture of the Demon Race, just like she used to when teaching him Card Making one-on-one.

"Our Demon Race doesn’t need to differentiate generations so clearly, nor look at age. Otherwise, just think about it—if we count our Long-lived Species’ lifespan, which easily reaches a thousand years, wouldn’t age and generation turn into a complete mess?"

"Understood, Master."

Lanci still refused to change the way he addressed her, as if it was his final form of defiance.

"Call me Tata."

Talia felt that Lanci was doing it on purpose.

She indeed didn’t want Lanci to use such a generationally differentiated address at this moment, nor did she want to deny their master-disciple relationship.

"Tata Teac..."

Lanci stopped mid-sentence, realizing that Tata didn’t want him to call her Teacher Tata.

"Why don’t you just finish what you were saying?"

Talia didn’t want to say anything more upon hearing Lanci’s meaningful pause.

Can you even stuff task completion in this conversation?

You’re not doing my daily tasks; is that more painful for you than death?

She sometimes really couldn’t be bothered to settle accounts with Lanci anymore.

My heart is tired.

After all, she and Lanci are of the same generation; that’s for sure.

Lanci’s family thinks so too.

She just happened to have a broader range of knowledge and became Lanci’s teacher, but fundamentally, their initial meeting in the Nanwantina was a boy meeting a girl, just like in the novels.

"No really, there are authors who write about a boy meeting an 800-year-old girl? What kind of novels are you reading?"

Lanci questioned.

"Seven hundred ninety-nine! I was only seven hundred ninety-nine when I met you!"

Talia, clutching Lanci’s tie and shaking with tears in her eyes, exclaimed.

She must have just not wiped her tears properly to be so teary-eyed.

Isatia asked Lanci and Talia.

"We can contact the Allied Forces’ intelligence personnel, but the Allied Forces see the Lanci role played by Landry as belonging to the Empire, so... you know."

Talia, unsure how to explain further, meaningfully glanced at Lanci.

"Got it..."

Isatia could understand why all their own people could misunderstand Lanci.

He really messed it up.

No one would doubt Professor Landry’s loyalty to the Empire.

"So, you can act as if it’s just the two of us as friendly forces; the Allied Forces might even prefer to trust the Mafia alone than Barton."

Talia bluntly told Isatia.

"That’s enough; having Big Sister with you is more reliable than anything else to me."

Isatia hadn’t fully recovered from the joy of reuniting with her sister. With an Eighth-tier Heroic Unit like Sister Talia’s help, she saw great hope.

"You really live up to being my sister; in this century, you have managed to gather nine marks of the Great Demon Clan and become the new Demon King. I feel like you are so powerful now."

Isatia said admiringly to her sister.

"..."

Talia’s expression froze.

While her sister’s heartfelt praise made her happy,

upon further thought...

She had only been able to match the injured Isatia by the Nine Seal Demon King’s special attack enhancement, along with the Sealing Stone Tablet’s overall enhancement on the Summon,

which might mean that Isatia was now much stronger than her own body.

"Ah, ah, yes, that’s right..."

Talia’s face began to flush red as she awkwardly replied.

The atmosphere had reached this point, and she couldn’t bring herself to tell Isatia the truth, nor clarify the fact that her soul was connected with Lanci’s.

"You’re still so humble, Demon King. Ever since I got three marks, I started to become complacent and couldn’t strive like you did to gather all nine and become the last Demon King, holding onto the wish of restoration to the end."