Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 552 - 520 Great Love Poet: Lanci, just die and it’s all settled

In this room constructed with wooden planks and slanted beams for a ceiling, the angle of the glass skylight gave the impression of a terrace that could reflect the starry sky at night.

However, at this moment.

Under the gradually brightening summer sunlight, the heartbeats of the two people inside the room had already exploded.

"Tata, things are not what you think,"

Lanci denied immediately.

"Not? You didn’t just think about what I said?"

Talia, seeing Lanci’s quick and firm denial, seemed to add a bit more anger to her tone.

"No, don’t take things out of context."

Lanci’s forehead began to sweat.

Talia could detect lies, and the more he tried to explain, the more confused it became.

"So you mean I didn’t misread..."

Talia’s breathing became rapid and shallow as she experienced violent emotional turbulence within.

Her cheeks also had a slight, unconscious blush, a physiological reaction to extreme shock and nervousness.

"Calm down, calm down, Talia!"

Lanci’s palms were cold; being grabbed by the tie by Talia, he could only feel the dangerous temperature of the person in front of him at an extremely close distance.

Talia was now very dangerous, even more so than last week when they had first met on the second floor of the Wilford house!

The first thing Lanci didn’t understand was why she suddenly could read his mind without any warning.

Secondly, Talia’s current mind-reading magic was only half-baked, and with the Mark of True on him providing a certain resistance to investigative magic, it wasn’t certain she could read everything!

Just a second ago, Lanci thought he should be as stable as an old dog.

But now, completely unexpectedly, Talia had begun to awaken her mind-reading magic far too quickly!

"Please listen to me this time, can we have a full conversation? I went to the Northern Continent for over half a year, a lot has happened during this time, and it’s not something that can be explained in a few words; I won’t lie to you. Let’s sit down and talk slowly, okay?"

Lanci spoke slowly and methodically like a bomb disposal expert, trying to cool Talia down.

"..."

Talia’s movements were a bit mechanically rigid.

There were already too many things she couldn’t understand.

Why could Antanas, Sinola, and Pranay trust Lanci, get along with him amicably, and come back with him?

In her memory, except for Antanas, who was less aggressive, the other two from the Great Demon Clan would likely erase Lanci the moment they saw him; there was no room for negotiation.

Even if he secured a chance for negotiation, the likelihood of Lanci convincing them was very slim.

Unless... Lanci took advantage of her status as the Princess of the Demon Clan.

Recalling Lanci’s recent thoughts, Talia grew more and more afraid.

Could it be that while she sat at home, her husband came from the heavens?

"Tata, listen to me, we need to communicate. Don’t worry, there’s nothing that can’t be fixed, and even if you really feel it’s beyond repair, I won’t run away,"

Lanci continued to try to soothe her.

He felt Talia’s mood gradually returning to stability from the earlier agitation.

Despite some surprises.

There was no possibility of reasoning his way out of it as he had done before!

...

At the Boss Cat Restaurant on the first floor.

"Hmm?"

Antanas looked up in confusion.

She had felt a very strong Magic Fluctuation from Talia just now.

"What are those two doing upstairs?"

Sinola also asked, puzzled.

"..."

Pranay was still polishing the glasses.

Hyperion was frowning in thought, his chin propped on his hand.

What was supposed to be a touching reunion, aside from being moving and shocking Tata, had unexpectedly also reddened his face.

"...Wait, Tata, in your memories, isn’t he quite different from what we saw just now?"

Hyperion suddenly raised his head as if realizing something.

"Yeah."

Antanas and Sinola nodded.

"Hiss—"

Hyperion drew a sharp breath.

My dearest friend, you seem bent on seeking death, and I really can’t stop you!

Hyperion held her head in her hands, now understanding the situation.

It was well known that Magic Energy Airships had the lowest accident rates, but once there was an accident, the survival rate was also the lowest!

The worst part was the Great Love Poet’s voice, intentional or not; if it reached the second floor, the situation in the room could become unpredictable.

Hyperion immediately recalled the Great Love Poet, who was sticking out her tongue, and made sure to keep her watched, not allowing her to come out again.

"The three of you!"

Hyperion hurriedly said to them.

Antanas had already felt that something was off with the Magic Power fluctuation from upstairs, nodded, and followed Hyperion to the stairs.

"What’s going on?"

Cat Boss didn’t understand why Hyperion’s expression changed so suddenly and curiously followed them.

Soon they all arrived at the door to Talia’s room on the second floor.

Listening through the door, the room was calmer than they expected, with only the breathing of two people being more distinct than usual, seeming to indicate no lives had been lost yet.

"..."

Hyperion was now very anxious, holding the spare key, uncertain whether she should forcefully open the door to save Lanci.

But based on the last experience at Wilford’s household, she realized that if she forced her way in, it could lead to even more unpredictable tragedies.

Fortunately, aside from Lanci’s family, no one else knew about that incident.

She eventually tightened her grip on the key, turning back to give a meaningful glance to the three members of the Great Demon Clan, ready to rescue Lanci at any moment.

Unable to judge what was happening inside the room, they’d listen first, and if the situation turned bad, they’d intervene to save Lanci!