Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 476 - 456

The Cat Boss happily rolled around on the sofa.

Seeing its happiness filled Lanci with satisfaction. His morning’s work had brought happiness and joy to everyone.

"Who is Tata?"

Sigrid, sitting on the sofa, heard a new name and glanced over at Lanci and the Cat Boss.

"She’s my child, meow!"

The Cat Boss immediately rolled over and responded defensively.

It was afraid that if it said too much, it could lead to a misunderstanding with Sikder.

The sight of Sikder and Xiu Bao almost coming to blows still fresh in its memory.

Sigrid stared at the Cat Boss for a while, making it increasingly nervous.

She seemed to understand something.

"You really can’t be underestimated, Saint Heir."

Sigrid smiled playfully at Lanci.

She seemed to think that the seemingly dignified and mature principal, aside from the priestess Milian Milford he appeared with last time, could also have other women around him?

The Cat Boss had shrunk into itself.

Lanci simply kept a straight expression, not responding.

"Tell me, who is Tata?"

Sigrid picked up the Cat Boss and placed him on her lap, moving a little closer to Lanci. She lowered her voice and asked.

"Sikder, have you read ’The Holy War Romance’?"

Lanci finally turned his head, looking directly into Sigrid’s eyes as he asked.

"...Of course, I’ve been bored these days, and I just happened to finish reading it at Gloria’s house."

Sigrid thought for a moment. Although she was confused, she still answered.

Lanci muttered to himself.

There’s quite a bit of work left for today. After all, the elections are coming up, and they’re busy finalizing preparations every single day.

The [Great Love Poet] has been successfully retrieved by Hyperion, who is now resting with her sister-in-law, Michela, in their home.

Later he would go to the reception hall at the Hong Meng De building and await the arrival of three members of the Great Demon Clan.

"Saint Heir, if there’s anything else you need me to do, don’t hesitate. Feel free to let me know,"

Sigrid gently stroked the Little Black Cat’s smooth back and looked at Lanci.

Aside from sending three of her trusted soldiers to assist the Saint Heir a few days ago, she had mostly been spending her time helping him create cards.

While Sigrid usually just sat in a corner of the workshop reading or sleeping, she didn’t mind the time she spent in the same room with the Saint Heir.

"In the next three days, I’ll continue to create cards and will come to Gloria’s house to see you."

Lanci nodded.

Now that he had the intelligent card-making tool, the [Great Love Poet], back, once he retrieved the Pink Holy ancient library-selected magic tool from the Herram Prison reward at the Endless Library tomorrow, he could supervise the Great Love Poet to produce new magic cards.

All these tasks needed to be completed before the Bishop’s election. Before Sigrid lifted her seal, they only had one general-level combat power. Even though this might have exceeded Asksan’s expectations, he also had mysterious supporters behind him.

"Well, I’m going to take my nap now. I’ve been feeling sleepy all the time, even though I never let anyone see me asleep before..."

After hearing Lanci’s words, Sigrid returned to the sofa, her hand still on the Little Black Cat. Her voice grew more and more languid, trailing off into a murmur.

The soft afternoon sunlight outside the window was blocked by thick, drifting clouds. The shadow of the curtains was projected on the dark brown floor, intermittently appearing and disappearing.

Sigrid seemed to have been tired before Lanci arrived, and only after she completely relaxed did the drowsiness sweep over her.

Time seemed to slow down in the living room, filled with the peaceful breathing of a midday nap.

Lanci didn’t make a sound, nor did he leave.

From time to time, he glanced at the cat, which was staring back at him.

The cat boss seemed to be wondering why Lanci didn’t leave, but sat waiting instead.

During that time, Sigrid seemed to half-wake periodically. Each time, as soon as her sleep-blurred eyes opened just enough to see Lanci sitting beside her, she would fall back to sleep feeling reassured.

In this way, Lanci waited until the clock pointed to two forty and finally rose slowly from his seat, bidding goodbye to Gloria and the cat boss, and headed towards the door of the living room.