Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 520 - 493: Danger Lanci_3

"By the way, Hans, have we had any visitors these days?"

Lanci interrupted their conversation and asked in a serious tone.

The butler, Hans, studied Lanci; it was rare for him to see the young master with such an expression.

The last time the young master was visibly uneasy, was when he had found him in the living room and asked for his help dealing with the pigeon they had accidentally hit.

"There have been no visitors, but Miss Tata came for breakfast this morning before you two. Frances is currently showing her around."

Hans paused for a moment, but quickly regained his composure, his voice remaining steady.

In his view, Tata was technically their house manager. Even though she rarely came home, she was Lanci’s home tutor, so she was not considered a visitor.

Frances, who was Lanci’s closest maid, had met Tata several times and was the closest person to Tata in the mansion.

The only strange thing was that Miss Tata and Young Master Lanci both happened to return home, but separately, unaware of each other’s schedule.

"!?"

Lanci’s eyes widened.

Originally, seeing the calmness of the house, he thought nothing had happened. He didn’t expect Death God to have come ahead of him.

He didn’t know where Tata was now, but her target was definitely his bedroom on the second floor!

I don’t want to be Tata’s top-ranked big brother—!

Lanci was sweating profusely. It felt as though he was back in his nightmare, screaming out in his soul.

This was a force known as destiny.

Stay calm.

Think positively.

Lanci’s heartbeat quickened, yet he felt slightly relieved.

Wait a minute.

Shouldn’t Francine be showing Tata around the house?

If Tata wasn’t with Francine, then where was she?

Lanci’s brow furrowed. He was too rushed just now to think about this.

The door was slightly open, letting in a soft beam of light. Lanci’s confusion and tension intertwined.

When the bedroom door opened fully, Lanci stood there, taken aback by what he saw.

Inside the spacious bedroom, sunlight filtered through the thin curtains, casting mottled light and shadow on the floor.

Everything in the room was neatly arranged. Even though the main resident hadn’t stayed here for some time, it was obviously cleaned regularly.

The most striking thing was the portrait on the wall. The woman in the painting was wearing a worn-out grey cloak, with a tinge of melancholy and defiance in her eyes. She was as beautiful as a wolf in the snow.

In front of that painting...

A grey-haired woman stood there, her profile facing Lanci. Her jacket was tailor-cut and under the collar of her dress, a silk tie was neatly tied, making her look elegant and disciplined.

Soft wind brushed her face, causing her grey hair to flutter slightly.

In her golden eyes, which were barely visible as they stared at the painting, were a mixture of confusion, emotion, and astonishment.

In this quiet moment, the figure with grey hair and golden eyes seemed to blend with the surrounding environment as if she was the only thing in the painting.

Lanci stood at the door, his sudden step back startling Talia.

The moment Talia’s golden eyes met Lanci’s...

Lanci’s heart stopped.