Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 1083 - 774 Lanci’s Random Smile_3

Sigrid naturally understood how Lanci felt after discovering several Beastmen City-States along the way.

The Orc Lord of Little Night City had, many years ago, shown kindness to the Blood Clan when the latter were in a weakened state, with many being hunted by the Wolf Clan’s Vampire hunters, barely able to establish themselves in the human kingdoms divided by day and night, and had fled to the Land of Perpetual Night.

Thus, the deepest parts of the Land of Perpetual Night became their best hiding place.

The elderly Lord of Little Night City, seeing the grievously injured Blood Clan, pitied them. Upon their desperate plea, he shared the blood of his hunted snowfield beasts with them, saving many members of the Blood Clan, including what would be the future Eighth Progenitor, Marquis Somerset.

Marquis Somerset had then made a promise to the old Lord to repay this kindness in the future.

Ironically, the Blood Clan’s idea of repaying that kindness was, one day in the future, for Somerset to personally slaughter the entire Rabbit People of Little Night City.

Lanci, having seen several thriving Beastmen City-States along his journey, had no reaction now.

He regained his usual calm demeanor.

However, upon hearing this story, he couldn’t help but laugh helplessly.

When a person smiles for no reason, it’s either from utter boredom or overwhelming distress.

"Are you alright?"

Sigrid sat down next to Lanci again, but this time she did not deliberately sit close to him, instead maintaining a comfortable distance.

If she were Sigrid, she might have hugged Lanci to comfort him, but as she was currently portraying Siegler, it was best to maintain mutual respect.

"It’s nothing, just that during the darkest times of Blood Moon Bad World, I didn’t feel it, but now as we move towards a peaceful era in the light, it makes me acutely aware of the absurdity, yet I don’t know what to say."

Lanci shook his head honestly and laughed again.

But Sigrid’s concerned gaze did not shift nor waver.

Whenever she saw Lanci’s understanding of the Black Sun deepen, she felt empathetic pain, knowing that beneath Lanci’s calm appearance, he wasn’t indifferent; he was pondering, caring, he would be sad, he held grudges.

What Lanci would eventually understand depends on his deeper self.

"If I change, will you wake me up?"

Lanci looked at Sigrid and joked.

He felt it was time to lighten the mood, as this Shadow World was a journey of reminiscence, and it was best for everyone to be happy together.

Even the song playing in the room was telling them not to forget to smile.

"I won’t,"

Sigrid shook her head, her tone uninterested in joking,

"If it’s hell ahead, I’ll go with you. I believe in every decision you make, I won’t let you be alone."

She watched Lanci intently.

"..."

Lanci was dazed for a moment.

Those purple eyes seemed to ask him: Don’t you know me well enough yet?

Just looking at those bright, sharp purple eyes, he was somewhat confused whether this was Siegler or the person he knew from the real world.

However, soon enough, Lanci shook his head.

In the Shadow World, it was impossible for a native projection to suddenly turn into a real person—it must be his imagination running wild, beginning to miss Sigrid subconsciously, making everyone seem like Sigrid.