Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 360 - 341: Lanci’s Favorability is Still Rising in the First Second_1

Accompanied by the ringing of wind chimes near the inn’s main door.

"Meow, meow, meow, it’s so cold."

As the ancient wooden doors of the inn were gently pushed open, a chill rushed inside, with nobody in sight pushing the door.

Only by lowering your gaze, can you discover a little black cat strolling in.

And behind it, there were still several packets of bound-up groceries floating.

The shopping bags full of goods seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand, floating in mid-air, maintaining almost perfect synchrony with the kitten.

It had a little bit of sparkling white snow on its back, and with a gentle shake of its body, the unmelted snow scattered.

Stepping into the entrance of the inn, only a few guests were present in the spacious lounge area, huddling near the edge of the fireplace to ward off the cold.

Even though the guests in the main hall noticed the magical elf cat, nobody found it strange, as it’s quite normal to have a servitor in the Protoss Empire.

The weather here was still the kind that sent chills to the bone, and even the residents who were accustomed to the severe cold of the north would seek the warm embrace of fire.

Spring in the Protoss Empire had already arrived.

Yet, there was little warmth to be felt.

Who knew if spring had really come?

If the north was to get into turmoil in the near future, then this snowy field would truly never see a peaceful day.

Occasional conversations like this would drift around in the spacious sofa lounge area of the inn’s first floor, catching Cat Boss’s keen ears.

The faint glow from the fireplace gave its fur a warmer sheen, its ears twitching soundlessly.

As it walked past the counter, the lady clerk sitting lazily with her chin rested on her hands, couldn’t help but murmur when she saw the adorable little cat also went shopping: "I’d like to have a servitor like this too."

"Meow."

Cat Boss hummed softly.

It was neither a servitor nor a pet.

Although theoretically, if it obtained Lanci’s [Transformation Technique: Human], it could become humanoid, and it would be much more convenient to go shopping in this kingdom, but according to the laws of the Protoss Empire, any magic that could change one’s race is not allowed, and it didn’t want to break the law and become a death row cat!

Along the inn’s ancient staircase, the little black cat moved nimbly, full of zest with each step, agile and quick. The shopping bags, like planets revolving around the little black cat, moved forward and backward in time, perfectly avoiding collision with the staircase and the walls.

One floor, two floors, finally, Cat Boss reached the third floor.

The cat boss hesitated for a moment. Despite its uncertainty, it hopped into Sigrid’s hands.

If Sigrid went back to sleep now, lunch would get cold.

Sigrid held onto the little black cat tightly.

"... Did you just smile, Sigrid?"

The cat boss, craning its neck to look up at Sigrid from her arms, asked with clear confusion in its eyes.

"No."

Sigrid sternly denied it.

"... Are you sure?"

The cat boss felt like this female Lanci looked unreliable.

But now, Sikder isn’t as terrifying as before so the cat boss doesn’t have to worry about being squashed to death, nor being accidentally strangled in her hands, and it finds peace within her hold.

Even though it still held some dread and fear towards her, knowing that her wounds were a result of risking her life in a fight in North Border Province, it couldn’t help but soften towards her.

Until Sikder becomes Sigrid again, it will treat her like a human that needs to be taken care of and take care of her well.

It thought to itself.

Sigrid began to eat, and Lanci looked up at the clock hanging on the side of the room.

"We need to leave this city-state in an hour. We need to cross the mountains and return to the snowfield before dark," Lanci said, calm as ever.

"Mmm, you should put your book down and rest for a while."

Sigrid remembered waking up from a dream in the middle of the night and seeing Lanci reading a book.

Although she felt safe and secure with Lanci’s elegant and composed figure reading not far from her, she suspected that Lanci had not slept for a while.

It was her turn to drive on the road, so it was time for Lanci to get some rest.

"Yes."

Lanci put down her copy of "Icefield Map Even a 3 year-old Can Understand" and nodded.

"..."

When Sigrid noticed Lanci reading that particular book, her spoon hung in the air, and her eyelids drooped.

She felt there was something infuriating about his deep and entranced reading just before!