Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 527 - 500: Lanci Hyperion Talia’s Playtime_1

Under the clear sky, looking from afar, there is a vivid blue and pure color.

After lunch, Lanci, Hyperion, and Talia bid temporary goodbye to the Welfort family.

Lead by Lanci, they left the mansion and stepped onto the road leading to the eastern city-state.

This road, known as the "Path of the Guardian," is wide and quiet, with towering oak trees and neatly arranged shrubs on both sides, lush green grass carpeting the ground.

Talia is very familiar with this place.

Once upon a time, she would come here every day to wait for Lanci.

It was also early summer then, and the afternoon sun on the Nanwantian Border made people’s skin slightly hot.

However, her life and mood were far from calm during that time, spending every day considering how to make the best use of her deal with Lanci to raise the seemingly unreachable war chest for the restoration of her country.

Dozens of years of lonely wandering ended due to a chance encounter at the foot of the city wall.

Talia walked between Lanci and Hyperian, mute with thought.

Although they were wearing lightweight casual clothes, they could still feel the heat wafting from the distant grass, and the warm wind made them sleepy.

But none of them felt sleepy.

They quickly passed this path, the view broadened, and they reached the stone bridge over the canal, where water birds occasionally swam leisurely.

Hyperion stood on the far left, looking at the river on the right and briefly observing the expressions of Tata and Lanci.

The two of them seemed to always be used to being silent and not talking to each other.

But Hyperion found it difficult to adapt to this atmosphere; the cries of the water birds lingering in her heart.

She didn’t know which was harder - facing Lanci or facing Tata.

All Hyperion knew was that some kind of peace in her heart was gone.

At that moment of desperation, she, who was closer to Lanci’s heart, did not feel the slightest security.

Even now, she feels a timid fear as if something of hers is about to be taken away.

No matter what Tata wanted, Hyperion originally thought she would offer it with both arms.

But now, Hyperion began to question this idea. She didn’t know if it was because her love for Tata wasn’t enough, or because she was too selfish.

Hyperion had originally planned to find a good opportunity to recognize Talia after coming back.

However, because of the embarrassing incident that happened between the three of them in the morning, Hyperion, now knowing that Talia is her aunt, didn’t know how to start talking about it. Suddenly mentioning it might make things even more awkward between the two of them.

Just off the bridge and walking on the slope, in the muddled time, Hyperion felt a gaze run over her.

She turned her head and looked in the direction of the gaze.

It was Lanci looking at her.

He seemed to see the anxiety that was about to be written into her stride.

"Hyperion..."

Lanci smiled helplessly.

His silent gaze seemed to comfort her - don’t worry that Tata will have a grudge against you. As long as she is well-fed, her mood will be better. She won’t mind that much.

Talia was confused. She didn’t know why Lanci was suddenly acting so confidently.

He should not know about her relationship with Isatia. Migaya and Isatia were only related to Hyperion. So why was he looking at her?

Although Asina had told her that Lanci was really skilled at handling civil commissions, that was simply at the level of community service around The Ichrite Academy. Could he really help her find Antanas?

Of course, if the siblings Sinola and Pranay were still alive, she would actually miss them quite a lot. Back then, they were the only demon world civilians she could get along with.

As for the general who is always at the Demon King’s Castle... he is likely to be dead already. He didn’t need others to kill him, he was fond of seeking danger, sometimes even knowingly risking his life.

After a brief trip down memory lane, Talia soon brought herself back to reality.

"Safety first."

In the end, Talia reminded him as such.

From the bottom of her heart, she really hoped that Lanci could help her find Isatia. Aside from Antanas and the others, she felt her life would not have much more to regret.

Her longstanding desire for the restoration of her nation, as well as her hatred, can just vanish like smoke.

She didn’t want to be bound by the past anymore.

But above all, she hoped that Lanci and Hyperion can stay safe. She didn’t want them to take risks.

"Eh, Tata, are you worried about me?"

Lanci pointed at himself curiously, his face filled with surprise as he asked Talia.

"..."

In the beginning, whenever she saw Lanci acting cheeky, Talia would just give him a sidelong glance.

Later, that turned into denial.

Later still, she would just ignore him.

"Yes."

Talia answered, her tone was firm, as always, without any fluctuations.

"..."

Lanci was flummoxed for a while.

She admitted it?

Although there were occasional times where Talia suddenly became a bit warmer.

But he had never seen Talia like this before.

"Where did you hide the real Tata?"

Lanci mumbled.

"Take a guess."

Talia looked at him and said.

"??"

Lanci was even more confused. Talia was still not angry and even started to respond to his jokes.