Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 206 - 195: Lanci Only Listened to One Public Lecture_1

Whenever the wind blew, the wooden window frame would make a "creaking" sound. The cloth hanging over the small window would tremble slightly, and occasionally, a few drops of rain would fall through the gaps in the material.

In the middle of this dim room, the Great Love Poet was telling a story to Phoenix in her frivolous voice.

"Phoenix, your sister Felice is currently in the school’s infirmary."

"..."

The mere presence of the Great Demon Clan beside him filled Phoenix with immense fear, a fear she seemed to amplify endlessly as if she could manipulate his emotions.

Phoenix naturally knew what the Great Love Poet was referring to.

Felice must have accidentally seen Lanci—who was fighting Adams on screen—mistaken him for the Principal of Purgatory Corridor Academy, and passed out in shock.

The fact that they ran into Lanci’s team on the first day of Ichrite Academy was no accident. He had just received a message that he could intercept his hunting target, so he decided to join in.

After coming back, he would remain in a state of hypnosis in the real world to ensure the success of his identity and mission. He completely forgot everything related to Rebirth Church before he received the awakening command.

He never had the chance to tell his sister about the information he got from the Church.

"Do whatever you want with her."

Phoenix asserted coldly, sounding as if he didn’t care about her well-being at all.

"Hmm."

The Great Love Poet sat on Lanci’s desk and crooked her finger.

Without words, Lanci understood what she meant. He took out a bunch of translucent cards emanating different glows from his Soul Space for her to choose from.

But he didn’t know which Magic Card the Great Love Poet needed.

After picking for a while, the Great Love Poet took out a [Transformation Technique: Demon] card and gave it to Lanci.

Lanci then transformed back into the image of the Radiant Demon that he showed while at Purgatory Corridor Academy.

The Great Love Poet tapped the desk in front of Hyperion, prompting her to remove her disguise and revert back to her original Half-Demon form.

In an instant, the warehouse seemed to have turned into the territory of demons.

"Who’s whose summon in the end?"

Lanci said, somewhat speechless, tucking the Magic Card away.

He even thought that the Great Love Poet was the real perfect creature; as long as her host, Lanci, didn’t die, the Great Love Poet was also essentially immortal. Even if she was defeated, as long as the summon’s cooldown time passed, she could be summoned again.

"Hmm, if I were a Cardmaker and could get your soul material, I would definitely have to make you into some sort of poet and make you my Life Card."

Rather, it was the demons’ stronghold.

It even led Phoenix to suspect that this country had been corroded and infiltrated by demons...

"How about this, soon the student council will organize a campus event, with the theme of everyone dressing up as demons, hold a carnival, and when your sister wakes up, leaves the hospital, she will find the entire academy filled with demons, and everyone acting like they lost their minds. Imagine that scene, how does it sound? This real-life demon game, let her run first, and when she thinks she is about to escape this nightmare, let Principal Radiant Demon Lanci appear..."

The Great Love Poet continued to tirelessly describe the scenario to Phoenix like a director.

After a while...

"No, don’t say anymore."

Under the Great Love Poet’s words, Phoenix’s mental defenses finally collapsed, and with tears all over his face, he trembled,

"Whatever you say, I’ll agree... Don’t hurt Felice..."

"..."

Not far away, at the table

Hyperion silently turned to look at Lanci.

Lanci was still sipping her tea, listening to the interrogation process of the Great Love Poet with a satisfied expression on her face.

Like a school leader listening to a moral education teacher’s open class in the back of a classroom.

"We saved another lost youth, the merit is full."

Lanci noticed Hyperion’s gaze, turned to look at her, and smiled.

"..."

Hyperion couldn’t respond.

Every second she spent with these two selected demons in the room, she just wanted to quickly go find Tata for some healing.

If Lanci was a pseudo-human, then his Great Love Poet was a real gatekeeper.

The Great Love Poet didn’t even bother with pretense.

But the Great Love Poet and Lanci were also different, at least the Great Love Poet knew about his vile taste, he clearly recognized himself as non-human.

Lanci, however, doesn’t think there’s something wrong with herself.

Hyperion could no longer distinguish who were the good guys and who were the cultists in this room.

She couldn’t imagine how Dean Loren would perceive them when they handed over a reformed, refreshed Phoenix to him tomorrow, or how he would conjecture how cruelly they had transformed this elite believer.