Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 291 - 279: Lanci Thinks That’s All About the Demon King’s Army_1

"..."

Lanci felt that this woman named Gloria did not seem to be an enemy.

She didn’t carry strong malice towards him, but rather a more complex mixture of emotions, perhaps jealousy, doubt, defiance, but not hostility.

Lanci quickly understood that she was likely a direct subordinate lurking within the Protoss Royal Academy.

She was also one of their Hegemony Branch members.

His authority was higher, and with the [Certificate of the Saint-Hegemony], he could subtly sense anyone bearing the [Certificate of Rebirth-Hegemony].

But she seemed to be a bit unhappy.

Lanci could only offer a wistful smile in response, expressing his friendly intent.

His emerald-colored eyes, free from any flaws, his expression carrying a slight mournfulness and concern.

"...!"

This caused Gloria to tightly clench her fists, the veins on the back of her hand visibly bulging.

To her, Lanci’s expression at this moment seemed to say: Sikder, she is fond of me, there’s nothing I can do about it.

Gloria forcefully suppressed the throbbing veins on her forehead, turning her head away, no longer maintaining eye contact with Lanci.

She longed to punch this arrogant man!!

He hadn’t said a word, but it felt much worse than having been outright called stupid.

How could the Bishop of Hegemony pick someone like this!!

This bastard didn’t resemble a member of their Hegemony Branch at all, but instead seemed more like the Nirvana Branch people. If he accidentally happened to be a Sealer, then he would make a strong competitor for the Saint of Nirvana.

Gloria didn’t plan on having any further conversation with this Saint of Hegemony.

He did indeed hold a favored position, and she could do nothing about it.

Today, she had followed this Saint of Hegemony here just to see what made him special!

As the two no longer engaged in conversation, the students who had gradually entered the classroom took their seats individually, hardly any chatter was heard, the faint noises emanating from the desks and thick books echoed throughout the classroom.

Every corner of the history classroom was bathed in the faint white light of a winter morning, the historical maps and timelines on the room’s walls swaying gently in the breeze. The ivy and leaves outside the window fluttered in the wind, occasionally casting a shifting play of shadow and light on the glass.

Footsteps increased, the shadows outside the window becoming busier.

The classroom was still shrouded in a cold quietness.

It wasn’t until the clock pointed to the hour, indicating the start of the lessons, that all the students consciously quieted down, as they awaited the commencement of lectures.

By the door, a string of steady, quick footsteps resounded.

The door slowly opened, and a figure emerged in the classroom, his silhouette framed by the light.

Eventually, more and more evidence and accusations started pointing to the irregularities of the Aestheland Kingdom.

Investigation reports indicated that border towns near the Aestheland Kingdom had a remarkably high number of missing citizens annually.

From the universal self-warning of the northern populace, the mood of panic gradually infiltrated the imperial city, choosing to deport the deep-rooted Church of the Goddess of Destiny from Aestheland Kingdom, welcoming the Rebirth Church instead. Such events were not in line with the sinister plot of Rebirth Church because Northern Continent’s few bishops and different branches were profoundly antagonistic and were unable to ally, even needing to compete for obtaining a decision from the ruling members of the empire.

"Looking at it now, a conflict between the Protoss Empire and the Aestheland Kingdom seems unavoidable. The other Northern Kingdoms will not stand by while the Aestheland Kingdom gets swallowed by the Protoss Empire. Either way, this is a..."

Xido’s words stopped there, not continuing further.

This would be a terrible war with no winners.

However, this war was simply a matter of course, in line with the foundation and trend of the Protoss Empire’s century-long history. War with different races was inevitable.

Even without this opportunity, there would have been other triggering points for the outbreak of war.

Perhaps there were many students in the classroom with their own thoughts, such as questioning the cause of the war, whether the evidence including this footage was genuine, and whether there were further conspiracies behind this battle.

However, every clear-headed person would not voice these questions in public, fearing it may be seen as having a severe anti-war stance.

"....."

Seated at the end of the class, Lanci stared thoughtfully at the images of the Demon King’s forces displayed on the screen.

In the main flow of the game, which was about a year later, the Northern Continent was going to be plunged into a prolonged war.

The cause was just as Xido described.

Actually, there was no problem.

From Lanci’s perspective, the only inconsistency was the number of provinces.

After Lanci arrived at the Northern Continent, he repeatedly confirmed that the Protoss Empire currently had 17 provinces.

But a year later, the territories of the Protoss Empire had altered, and it just had 15 provinces left domestically.

Checking the map again, Lanci found out that two provinces from the north had vanished without a trace.

That is to say, nobody knew what would happen in the war to come, and what kind of unknown catastrophe was about to happen in north provinces.

To cause such damage was beyond the power of the disaster triggered by the failure of the Eighth-order Shadow World, and too minor for the disaster triggered by the failure of the Nineth-order Shadow World. It didn’t seem like the disaster was caused naturally.

"What’s with the face?"

Gloria, a soldier directly under the Bishop of Hegemony, asked Lanci curiously.

She noticed that the usually amiable Lanci was furrowing his brows.

Could it be that the revered Saint of Hegemony was scared by these demons?

"I feel like these guys are not demons." Lanci propped his chin in his hands, murmuring in confusion.

Compared to the Ichrite Triad he had trained in the Purgatory Corridor Academy with the standard teaching methods, this troop was somewhat lacking.