Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 1057 - 764: Lanci and Siegler’s Another Journey_5

Spiritual Magic inclined towards illusion often causes mental strain that can easily trigger a fever and temporary delirium.

"There really isn’t an issue, a mere Ninth-order negative mental state is nothing but fizzy water to me."

Lanci hastily leaned back, resting against the throne as if dodging Talia.

"Really now?"

Talia drew out her words, hands on hips as she sized him up.

Seeing Lanci so lively, it seemed he really was fine.

But Lanci appeared to look down on mental magic.

She didn’t believe her spiritual magic couldn’t control Lanci.

"Pfft."

Caught off guard by Talia’s sudden closeness, Lanci was amused by her inner voice.

Sometimes Talia possessed an inexplicable confidence and sense of humor.

"..."

Talia’s brows furrowed slightly,

"What if I used a charm spell on you like my sister does, would you be unaffected?"

She said, placing a hand under her chin, blowing Lanci a kiss.

Isatia had told her this would certainly be effective.

"..."

Lanci felt a sudden chill, controlled for a second.

He became uncomfortable all over.

"You win,"

he admitted.

Talia’s spiritual magic was still effective.

The brief moment of levity invigorated him.

Lanci gripped the letter in his hand tighter, as if there was more to it.

He flipped to the third page.

As the last of the Calila characters was deciphered, the enigmatic letter suddenly rose from Lanci’s hand, transforming into specks of starlight.

Blue magic power, like trickling streams, slowly encircled his wrist, bringing an odd warmth that briefly dispelled the chill around him.

Talia discerned it instantly.

[The Last Gentle Town]

[Category: Buff State]

[Grade: Epic]

[Attribute: Illusion]

[Rank: 9]

[The protection granted to you by Calila.]

She shared this information with Lanci through their connected consciousness.

"..."

Lanci sat for a while, gathered himself, and rose, making a victory gesture somewhat unbecoming of the Pope’s stature.

"Alright, it’s time to work hard!"

He headed to the Communication Magic Device and activated the Summoning Crystal.

This trip to Demon World seemed essential now; only by returning could many things be understood, and following these directions, Huebelle might well be in Demon World at this moment.

Now was like then.

Since he must visit Demon World again, and considering that this supposed December was harsher than the last summer, the Land of Perpetual Night would only be more dangerous.

He would need to find that person again.

Not long after,

Grand Justice Elm once again knocked on the door of the Papal Hall and entered upon the Pope’s permission.

"Your Holiness, you summoned me?"

The Grand Justice bowed, his tone humble.

"I need to find Siegler,"

Lanci spoke concisely.

Siegler, having been raised by the Holy Spirit Lante Church’s orphanage, was essentially one of the Church’s own.

Elm should know her whereabouts; he was the one who, twelve years prior, as Secretary Elm, helped Prime Minister Wilford find this adept coachman, who was quite familiar with the routes of the Land of Perpetual Night.

"..."

Elm appeared surprised as if he hadn’t expected the Pope to suddenly seek out Siegler; he then relaxed, showing a hint of nostalgia,

"Sister Siegler, after you brought her back, has always been at the orphanage on the outskirts of Helshalem City. It’s been a long time since you last visited her."