Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 118 - 109: Lanci’s Favorite Thing is Helping Others_1

On the third floor of the Ichrite Cardmaker’s Association, a spacious atrium encircled by floor-to-ceiling glass windows allowed an expanse of natural light to flood in, giving the entire floor a vivid daylight feel.

A deep-sea blue carpet ran through the center of the atrium, with myriad category-specific display cases on either side, as well as desks for administrative work and conversation areas.

Lanci and Hyperion had just emerged from the stairwell.

Their attention was inevitably drawn to a prominent sight up ahead.

This floor seemed sparse with people but one area stood out sharply -

A conversation area furnished with comfortably spacious sofas, where a young man with light gold hair was sitting. Dressed unremarkably, he was surrounded by several senior executives of the Cardmaker’s Association, much like stars surrounding the moon.

The young man’s quiet yet confident demeanor made him all the more attention-grabbing.

Sitting next to the young man was a girl wearing silver-level card making jewelry. Her long dark hair shimmered with a violet sheen in the sunlight.

Although she didn’t dress opulently to stay by the young man’s side, her naturally expressed noble demeanor was undeniable, she must be a nobly dressed young lady.

It is rare to see someone being treated as an esteemed guest by the Cardmaker’s Association.

They must be of exceptionally high status.

Before Lanci could express his thoughts, Hyperion seemed to have recognized the young man’s identity immediately.

Her face subconsciously twisted into an unsightly expression as she quickly caught hold of Lanci’s sleeve, ready to turn around and leave.

However.

Since Lanci and Hyperion were rather eye-catching themselves, they unfortunately caught the light-haired young man’s sharp gaze.

"Hyperion? And also, Lanci?"

The humble yet extraordinary-looking young man looked at Hyperion and Lanci standing at the stairwell with slight surprise.

He then revealed a smile, quickly stood up, and briskly walked over to them.

"Ah... There’s no escape now..."

Hyperion muttered under her breath, sneaking in a sigh.

"He’s a good person but also a troublesome one..."

Meeting the gaze of the light golden-haired young man who was already walking towards them, Hyperion put on a forced smile, saying:

"Prince Aynor, good morning."

"Your Highness, good morning."

Lanci, noticing Hyperion’s subtle demeanor, also greeted the young man following Hyperion’s lead.

Upon hearing Hyperion’s words, Lanci immediately realized that this young man was Princess Vivian’s older brother.

He was the one Vivian had mentioned might be a bit of trouble.

But this was the first time Lanci had seen Hyperion so reluctant to meet someone.

"I didn’t expect to run into you two at the Cardmaker’s Association."

With a candid and friendly smile on his face, Prince Aynor looked at the two in front of him, seemingly completely forgetting the purple-haired girl waiting for him in the distance.

Lanci didn’t say anything, but felt a bit puzzled in his heart.

Didn’t this prince seem like someone who lacked common sense? Then what exactly was the issue?

Compared with his sister Vivian, the Prince didn’t have a trace of arrogance.

"So, what did Vivian say about me?"

Prince Aynor immediately asked, intrigued by Lanci’s words.

"She thinks you’re very welcoming and sees you as a reliable and respectable older brother."

Lanci used his usual high emotional intelligence to respond.

Although those weren’t Vivian’s exact words, Lanci thought they carried the same meaning.

Anyway, he needed to divert the Prince’s attention to help Hyperion.

"Really?"

Upon hearing this, Prince Aynor was overjoyed.

Because feedback given behind one’s back usually carries the truth.

"Absolutely, after all, she never stops praising you."

While Lanci was talking to make Aynor happier, he noticed Hyperion was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

It was indeed because of the purple-haired girl.

Their relationship was not bad, on the contrary, Hyperion probably owed her a favor, which was why he cared so much about her.

"What else did Vivian say?"

Aynor was more than interested now, carrying on the conversation directly with Lanci’s shoulder.

From then on, they chatted like old friends, it seemed like Aynor had held Lanci in high esteem for a long time, their conversation so engaging, that it could hardly be paused.

However.

For some reason.

After a few sentences exchanged.

Lanci felt that he was being observed even more intensely than before!

Then, Lanci suddenly remembered that when he had drawn Prince Aynor’s attention, the purple-haired girl indeed stopped glaring at Hyperion.

But what he didn’t anticipate was.

That Prince Aynor and he became fast friends, this rapid rise in affection level seemed to have surpassed the purple-haired girl’s efforts over the past few years.

And it seemed that he had shifted the attention onto himself!

"..."

Lanci pondered for a while, a vague idea forming in his mind, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly into an indecipherable curve.

Hyperion, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly sensed something was amiss!

She quickly looked anxiously in the direction of the purple-haired girl.

Please, stop staring at Lanci... really, stop staring...

He’s such a good young man, always willing to help, he hates to see others in trouble.

Keep staring at him, and he’ll have to step in!"