Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 113 - 104: The Tablet Lanci Most Desires_1

The warm sunlight flowed into the classroom from the giant landscape window, like a translucent golden waterfall cascading onto each tier of seats.

In the back of the class, Hyperion pursed her lips, looking at Lanci with an indescribable sparkle in her eyes.

Her previously suppressed gloominess seemed to melt away after hearing Lanci’s "arrogant" words.

Her face softened under the sunlight.

"If we can find your father, then I will have a powerful backer."

Lanci smiled, his smile as firm as his decision to help her find her father.

"Lanci, it’s not as simple as you think..."

Hyperion spoke softly.

Her gaze was as warm as the spring sun, but within the depths of her gratitude and emotion, there was a trace of melancholy shadow, a deep-seated worry that she didn’t want to drag Lanci into this.

Because Lanci had always been there to help her, as an irreplaceable and important friend, she believed that she couldn’t drag Lanci into this.

There were too many mysteries behind the Duke’s disappearance.

But they all pointed to the southern Cerryti Empire and the Rebirth Church.

It was a potentially deadly path.

Hyperion knew that Lanci was joking about finding Duke Migaya.

For a talented young man like him, even without a backer, he could still live a good life in the Hutton Kingdom.

Just give him a few years, and he could become a prominent figure in his own right.

There was no urgency to find a powerful backer within one or two years.

"Hyperion, if I could live comfortably by clinging to the Duke’s coattails, I would give up striving,"

Lanci said seriously, as if he had found the greatest goal in his life.

"..."

Upon seeing Lanci’s serious face while speaking such dispirited words, Hyperion felt as if all words were stuck in her throat.

She didn’t know how to respond.

Because she understood Lanci, she knew he wasn’t joking about what he had just said.

Lanci lacked ambition.

Hyperion was puzzled as to how someone with such frightening ability could have such an indifferent attitude.

Lanci’s only life goal was to strive for two years and then retire!

Duke Migaya Aranzar was definitely the tremendous backer he was looking for.

By that time, being the benefactor of the Duke meant financial freedom, no more studies, and limitless power and wealth. It was such a dream!

The only thing regretful to Lanci was that even for the future journey to Cerryti Empire, he currently couldn’t think of any bargaining conditions that would make the Great Demon Clan’s Talia go with him.

She was a bodyguard, not a fistfighter. She was responsible for protecting Lanci—making sure he wasn’t killed by assassins—but she wasn’t responsible for stopping Lanci if he decided to court death.

Even though both Talia and Hyperion were part of the Demon Race, there was no such thing as a friendly Demon Race agreement that would make Talia willingly risk danger to help Hyperion.

Only the future would dictate if there’s any leverage he could negotiate with Talia.

Before then...

The major part of the coming year would be used to wait for the Shadow World to cool down.

During these days in the living world, there was an essential path for them to become stronger—

"Teacher Teresa, I have a question,"

Lanci in the back row raised his hand high.

The purpose of this lesson was to allow questions at any time and communicate with the teacher.

"Student Lanci, please speak."

Teresa looked a little surprised, she didn’t expect Lanci to participate so actively.

She had heard from other Sage Academy teachers that Lanci was more of a passive participant in class.

He was notably lethargic throughout, clueless when asked questions, but never missed class without a reason, and never daydreamed or dozed off.

He was the type of student whose effort touched people’s hearts.

She didn’t know why Lanci was especially considerate of her.

"May I ask who holds the [Original Slabstone-Spirit], [Original Slabstone-Healing], and [Original Slabstone-Sealing]?"

Lanci asked his question earnestly.

The timeline now differed from the official story he knew.

The holders might have changed.

He only knew the information about some of the holders because the functions of the [Original Slabs] were not implemented in the company.

But the great thing about this school was that whatever you wanted to know, you could ask the teacher directly!

Then the teacher would tell you all the information they knew!