Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 1064 - 767: Sigrid and the Map Resolution_2

They hadn’t been able to admire Calila for long

before Calila’s eyes filled with suspicion and turned toward Siegler.

"Why are you looking at me?"

Talia asked Siegler, tilting her head.

"Do you feel tired, Calila?"

Siegler leaned back in her chair and asked softly.

"Not at all."

In fact, Talia felt very comfortable. After she became a Semi-Magic Body, she was always in a state of abundant energy and didn’t suffer from any physical discomfort.

Therefore, if possible, she didn’t even want to revert from this state.

"Then why do you look so lackadaisical, completely missing the radiant and dazzling appearance you had before?"

Siegler felt like Calila now seemed as if retired, almost as if spoiled by someone.

But such a proud and haughty member of the Demon Race always gave people a feeling that even if she were to die in her esteemed position, she would never lower her pride a bit, much less subject herself to others.

"This... I used to..."

Talia felt a blockage in her heart.

Was Calila really so respectable?

It seemed Calila truly maintained her dignity as a Ninth-order Great Demon until death, revered by the Demons of her time, possessing a unique feminine allure, and played an irreplaceable role in the world’s structures.

In contrast to herself...

Talia had previously disagreed with Lanci’s differing evaluations of her and Calila.

Now, she started to doubt herself as well.

Before Talia could embarrassingly explain anything, Siegler spoke first,

"I’ve always thought you are too hard on yourself. You really owe nothing to the Demon World, if anything, it’s the Demon World that owes you."

Siegler said earnestly.

Hyperion, when he first met Calila, also found her difficult to talk to and too strict.

But as Hyperion gradually got to know Calila, he discovered that Calila was even more demanding of herself, yet she was very gentle with Hyperion, often turning a blind eye.

"I..."

Listening to Siegler’s consoling words, Talia felt even more ashamed.

She was once a Princess of the Demon World; she gradually succumbed to desires after meeting Lanci.

Even...

Even unable to resist the pleasure of indulgence fed by him.

Such acts, if known, would be better dealt with death!

Whenever Talia recalled being "pampered" by Lanci, she wished she could squeeze herself into a crack in the ground.

Lanci might be seventy percent to blame for her being this way.

Yet, she held at least thirty percent of the blame.

"But it doesn’t matter, you’re quite alright now."

Siegler continued.

"Don’t you think I’m a disgrace like this?"

Talia mumbled.

"After I finish this trip, I could definitely draw a ’Map of the Land of Perpetual Night for 3-year-olds’."

Indeed, his potential for recognizing paths was forced out, and now he was a qualified guide.

Siegler, who was still in discussion with Talia, suddenly stared at Lanci.

"Saint..."

Sigrid bit her lips.

I am Siegler now, I am Siegler now.

She told herself.

Siegler and Sigrid’s favorability were separate, they should be portrayed realistically.

"What’s up?"

Lanci turned his head in confusion.

He seemed to have heard Siegler’s brief voice.

"Holy Pope, do you think this book would sell?"

Siegler already had a smile on her face when she asked.

"I also don’t think anyone would buy it."

Talia chimed in lazily from the side.

Siegler’s body temperature was warm, like a furnace, making her feel sleepy in this bumpy icy snowy night.

"Who knows, you never know, I know a ridiculously bad pathfinder."

Lanci turned his head briefly, and before he could fully turn back, Siegler covered his head with both hands.

"Watch the road."

Siegler instructed.

Since the Saint Heir taught her to watch the road while driving, he should lead by example.

"..."

Lanci felt Siegler slowly removing her hands.

He was surprised.

He didn’t expect Siegler, grown up twelve years later, to be so easy with him, always catching him off guard.

When they reach the first city-state hotel in the Land of Perpetual Night, he needs to talk to her about this issue properly; she’s not that little girl anymore.

"By the way, that ’ridiculously bad pathfinder’ must have caused you a lot of trouble, right? Were you impressed by how often she got you into trouble?"

Siegler suddenly asked from behind Lanci.

Hearing this, Lanci seemed to be reminiscing, soon displaying a grin.

"Not at all, I’ve always been planning to draw a ’World Map for 3-year-olds’ for her, so she would never get lost again."

He murmured to himself, handling the reins.

"Wu..."

Sigrid shifted her gaze, shrinking down in the back seat.

She covered her chest, the noisy sound of wind and snow surrounding her, all she could hear was her heartbeat.

Indeed.

Indeed, she even liked the things he disliked about her.

Hearing the overwhelmed sound of her heart, how much she wanted to hear Lanci tell her, he felt the same.